Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Speaking of hard… He was half-hard himself—just from kissing and touching Ian’s stomach. That had never happened to him.
“Is the experiment over?” Ian said, looking at the ceiling pointedly, a half-smile on his lips.
Miles should say yes. He knew that. He’d already pushed Ian out of his comfort zone. Wanting more would be just greedy.
He should say yes.
He didn’t.
Instead, Miles pressed his mouth against the bulge straining Ian’s jeans and murmured, “The experiment is over. But what about a small side quest?”
A laugh. “Only you would call sucking cock a side quest, kid.”
“You’re just offended I called it small,” Miles said, smiling at Ian. “And don’t call me kid when I’m touching your cock. That’s just creepy.”
“Well, you are a kid compared to me,” Ian said dryly. “You were nine when I was your age.”
Miles scrunched up his nose. “Way to make this weird.”
Ian gave a snort. “Our age difference is the least important reason why this is weird.”
Miles unzipped Ian’s fly. “Who cares? I want to know what it feels like to suck cock when I actually want to do it. Your cock seems on board with this idea.”
Ian heaved a sigh. “I’m not gay,” he said, but he wasn’t pushing him away.
Miles pulled out his half-hard cock and stroked it, making Ian hiss and glare at him.
Miles shot him an innocent look. “You don’t have to be gay to let me suck your cock. I’m not sure I’m gay, either. But does it matter? It doesn’t have to mean anything.” He frowned, suddenly realizing that he was being pushy. “Or do you really not want it? If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll obviously stop.”
Ian just looked at him with a pinched, vaguely irritated expression. Despite his obvious irritation, his cock didn’t seem to be softening at all, firm and hot in Miles’s grip. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes it impossible to tell you no.”
Taking that as a yes, Miles smiled and took Ian’s cock into his mouth. He hummed appreciatively: although Ian’s cock was long, it wasn’t too thick, so sucking it was comfortable enough for his jaw. It fit perfectly in his mouth, even though he had to wrap his hand around the base. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to understand if he liked sucking it.
He did, Miles decided after a moment. There was something titillating about this act, of being on his knees in front of Ian and sucking his cock with wet, obscene noises. It turned him on. Feeling Ian’s cock harden further in his mouth also felt incredibly gratifying. It made him feel good, as if he was doing something right, getting it right.
“Am I doing okay?” Miles said, pulling up to take a breath. He continued stroking Ian’s cock, watching it in fascination.
“Are you asking me to rate your cock-sucking skills?” Ian said, a laugh in his voice, but there was something else there too.
Miles lifted his gaze and felt heat pull to his crotch when he saw Ian’s intent gaze on his face. Looking Ian in the eye, he gave the cock head a kittenish lick. Ian’s blue eyes became a little glassy, but they remained locked on him.
“Don’t,” Miles said, feeling himself blush for no damn reason. He’d always found Ian’s heavy, intense gaze a little overwhelming, and now it was doubly so. He stroked Ian’s cock, just to do something with his hands. He pressed his tongue against the underside of Ian’s cock head, watching greedily for any sign of Ian losing his composure. He was rewarded with Ian’s gaze darkening and his breath hitching, but other than that, Ian still looked far too composed for his liking.
“Don’t rate me,” Miles murmured as he rubbed his cheek against Ian’s cock. “I’m probably terrible at this. I have no idea what I’m doing. This is just the second cock I’ve ever sucked and the first one I’ve actually enjoyed. Last time I pretty much just closed my eyes and thought of England.”
He expected Ian to be amused—wanted him to feel amused. Miles wasn’t sure why he felt like this—why he wanted Ian to think he was funny—but to his disappointment, there was no hint of amusement in Ian’s eyes. If anything, Ian’s gaze became sharper, harder.
Then Miles felt a large hand settle on top of his head, Ian’s fingers grazing against his ear.
Miles leaned into the touch, shivering. It somehow felt even more intimate than having Ian’s cock in his mouth had. God, he felt… He wanted this man to want him. He felt like he’d do anything for that.
Anything.
“Tell me what to do,” Miles murmured.
***
“Tell me what to do.”
Ian stared at Miles, blood rushing to his cock and making it harder in Miles’s hand.
Fucking hell.
This boy was unknowingly pressing all the right buttons on him. Or rather, all the wrong ones.