Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I was already reaching for the button on my pants before he’d finished asking, my fingers trembling just slightly in a way I hoped to hell wasn’t visible. Fuck it. The worst thing that could happen—and the most likely thing to happen—was that it would be one night, I’d finally feel the touch of another man again, and then it would fizzle out like most things did.
Or you’re not thinking correctly, because you’re turned on, and this will blow up in your face spectacularly.
Sure. That was another likely option.
But I was already tugging down my pants, and I was enjoying it so much that it was truly embarrassing how hard I was. When I dropped my pants to the floor, the outline of my hard-on was pressing through my light grey boxer briefs in a spectacularly visible way, along with a wet spot at the tip of my cock that had apparently been soaking through.
“Wow,” Storm said softly, his eyes so focused on me. In the light from the fire, he looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen.
“Ready to run away yet?” I asked.
Hoping he’d say yes.
Hoping he’d say no.
Or maybe that the world could just explode, right about now, and save me from the agony of how desperate I felt for Storm’s approval in this moment.
But his eyes landed on the outline of my cock, his hand coming out to gently stroke the shape of it.
I got goosebumps all over.
“Not even close to running away,” he said, his voice heavy with desire. “I’m thinking that I can already tell you have a very nice cock, and you’re not even naked yet.”
“Since when do you care about how other guys’ cocks look?” I asked.
He gave me a doubtful look. “I always thought I was straight, Emmett, but I was never a prude. I’ve seen plenty of cocks. I’ve even looked closely at plenty, in videos. Even gay ones.”
“You’ve watched gay stuff online?”
He shrugged. “Why is that such a big deal? It wasn’t as if I wanted their cocks so badly, or anything, but I at least wanted to… compare and contrast.”
“You’re an interesting person, Storm.”
He pulled his lower lip into his mouth. “You don’t have to take those off if you really don’t want to.”
“I’m not modest, either,” I said. “I want to. Just still not convinced you’re not going to change your mind—”
He moved forward from his place on the couch and scooted over toward me. He leaned forward, latching his teeth around the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugging them down with his mouth, letting them drop down to my ankles.
“Not changing my mind,” he uttered, coming back up, his face just inches from my bare cock now. “Holy fuck, that is nice.”
His lips were on my cock a moment later, like he couldn’t resist.
Holy God.
He didn’t suck it right away, instead pressing small kisses along the shaft, which only made me throb more in anticipation.
Storm Rosling is kissing your cock.
“You are so annoying,” he said in between kisses. “Acting like I’m anything other than way too fucking eager for this.”
“Christ,” I murmured as his tongue slid out, just slightly, around my tip. “Quit talking.”
He just hummed and let out a low chuckle. “I like it when you’re flustered.”
His tongue slid out again, and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, pure sensation flooding my entire body at once.
He was so good. So, so good.
“It’s not rocket science. Blow jobs tend to feel good,” I said in a low voice, trying to bluff. “You think I’m flustered just because a tongue on my cock feels nice?”
“Yes,” he murmured, glancing up at me with those goddamn eyes. “I do think you’re flustered. Want to know how I know?”
I moaned again as he took the tip of my cock fully between his lips for the first time. Damn traitor body, unable to control itself under Storm’s spell. I watched the wavy locks of his hair, all messed up on top from when he’d been pressed against the couch. He took me a little deeper into his mouth, my cock disappearing further between his lips.
He pulled off and glanced up at me again, his signature little playful grin spreading over his face. It was irresistible. I couldn’t delude myself into thinking it wasn’t. The smile that had charmed millions of fans, now positioned right in front of my stiff cock.
“Oh no,” he said in a singsong, sarcastic voice. “I’m a straight guy, and I’m sucking cock! I better run away fast!”
“Fuck off,” I muttered under my breath, smiling despite myself. He ran his open palms up against my thighs and laughed, leaning in to kiss my skin there, a teasing little line of kisses trailing up toward my dick again.
“You’re so fun,” he murmured.
“Are you going to suck it, or not?”