Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I was hard as hell and desperate to get him naked beneath me. My hands moved down his smooth back and into the back of the loose towel. His ass cheeks filled my hands perfectly.
“Augie, you have no idea how much you turn me on. I’ve been wanting to touch you like this since I first saw you,” I murmured against his mouth.
“Please,” he breathed, moving his lips in a trail along my jaw and down my neck. “Touch me.”
I pulled the towel away from his hips until I had a naked August Stiel hard and begging on my lap. It was better than every daydream I’d had in the few days since we’d met. I peeked down at his erection, stiff and ruddy pink against the pale skin of his abdomen. The thatch of hair surrounding it was neatly trimmed, which didn’t surprise me in someone so outwardly orderly. I reached down to run my fingers through it before taking his cock in hand and slowly stroking it.
“Like this?” I whispered into his ear. His entire body shuddered.
“Mm-hm. Just like that.”
I kissed the side of his head as he took a break from kissing across my shoulder to try and catch his breath.
“I want to see you come, Augie. Want to watch you relax and let go. You’re so beautiful like this, flushed and panting… letting me touch you the way I want to touch you. You’re making me so hard, baby. So fucking hard.”
I continued to grumble encouraging words to him as I stroked him faster, taking the precum leaking from his tip and smearing it across his velvety skin.
“Saint,” he moaned. “Gonna come.”
His head rested against my chest, and his legs propelled his hips forward and back, fucking himself into my hand as his orgasm drew closer. Suddenly, I had the urge to swallow his release, to take him into my mouth and make him feel as good as possible.
I lifted him off me and sat him on my spot on the bench, causing him to yelp at the hard surface under his tender ass. Instead of apologizing with words, I knelt down and took him into my mouth, bobbing and sucking for all I was worth while wrapping one arm around his hips and holding him tight. With the other hand, I opened my own towel and jacked myself off.
It only took seconds before he was arching up and shooting into my throat with a muffled grunt followed by a loud, sucked in breath. The minute I felt him come, I sensed the detonation of my own release and thrust hard into my own hand. After I finished, I continued soft licks and sucks on Augie until his body shook with the aftershocks of oversensitivity. When I finally glanced up at him, he looked stunned.
“You sucked me off,” he croaked.
I licked my lips and grinned. “Mm-hmm. Sure did.”
His eyes jumped down to where my cock was softening against my thighs. “You came?” His voice was still high-pitched in disbelief. Something about that was endearing as hell.
“I did indeed. You’re sexy as fuck.”
Augie scrambled off the bench and out of my embrace, grabbing the towel and backing up like I was some kind of threat.
“I’m sorry,” he said. His eyes were wide and frightened, not at all what I would expect after such an intimate moment.
“Augie?”
“No, I mean… I just like jumped you… basically. And… well, I never do that. I never do this.” He gestured with one hand wildly between us while holding the towel in front of his crotch with the other. “I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position, and… shit, is this like some kind of ‘hashtag me too’ thing where I’ve put you in a terrible position? It’s just that—”
I interrupted his babbling before he could hyperventilate. “Augie, I clearly wanted it. Why are you panicking? Do you regret what we did? Did I do something to—”
“No! Not at all. I was afraid that I was the one… because clearly you wouldn’t normally do… this… with…” He seemed to run out of steam. “Someone like me.”
His eyes were downcast, as if he couldn’t bear to look at me anymore. For a split second, I wondered if he was referring to how much higher up the intelligence and socioeconomic scales he was than I was. But his body language was clearly broadcasting massive insecurity.
Which made my stomach hurt and my heart lodge in my throat.
I moved to the bench and sat down, facing him. I didn’t want to scare him off, and I was desperate to touch him again, if only to reassure him. But I didn’t want to scare him like I had in the shower.
“Come here please,” I said softly, holding out my arms.