Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“You’re not the cheating type.” I had to admit that. Loyalty was one of Sean’s best qualities. His loyalty made me that much more protective of him. I wanted to make sure he didn’t give it to the wrong cause. Or the wrong person. “But you might get resentful. You deserve to experiment, to get out there and see what options you have, meet different people.”
“Harrumph.” Sean made a rude noise before shoving me in the direction of our favorite chair. The rest of the interior of the carriage house was much improved. A thorough cleaning had gone a long way, as had some fresh paint on the walls and updated cabinetry. The biggest project had been updating the bathroom with all new fixtures, including a new one-piece shower with a modern glass door. But through all the sprucing up, we’d kept that giant old chair exactly where it was. “And I keep telling you I have no desire to sow oats just so you can be more comfortable being my only field.”
“That’s a terrible metaphor.” I groaned, unable to keep from laughing, which was exactly what Sean wanted. He chortled along with me before dropping to his knees.
“It’s the truth. You’re the one I want.”
“For now.” My retort sounded a lot more like a plea as he unzipped my jeans and slipped my cock out. He palmed it slowly, holding my gaze before licking a wide stripe up the shaft.
“Okay, that’s no fair.” I moaned, but I sure as hell didn’t look away.
“Who said I fight fair?” He did a swirly thing with his tongue that had me panting.
“We’re not fighting.”
“We’re disagreeing over whether your recent streak of bad news is some sort of sign.” Sean made a clucking noise like one of us preferred pie and the other cake. Then he gave my cock a series of diabolical little nibbles. “But I’d rather give you a different sign than keep arguing.”
“The sign that you’re among the best oral I’ve ever had?” I let my head fall back against the chair. He’d won. He was always going to win. And damn if I could argue with that outcome.
“High praise.” Sean released my cock long enough for a smug smile. “Not stopping till I’m number one.”
He went deep, sucking hard on each upstroke, extra friction around the head, tongue action on the underside, each piece of the choreography exactly calculated to bring me to the edge.
“Keep doing that, and you just might be.”
Sean slowly built up speed until my hips were rocking to meet his mouth and I reached for his head. But right as I was about to pass the point of no return, he pulled back, releasing my cock with a wet, slurping sound.
“Wait. Don’t want you to come this way.” He dug around in the pocket on the side of the chair, coming up with a small bottle of lube and a condom. “Want to fuck.”
“Since when do we have lube and condoms stashed out here?” I might be dazed and sex-drunk, but I’d remember if we’d fucked in the carriage house before.
“Since now.” Sean peeled off his clothes. “This may be my favorite chair in the world. The star of many of my recent fantasies.” Naked, he gestured at me to remove my clothes, which were already tangled around me, shirt up, pants down. “You also star in all my fantasies. I don’t need anything else. Just this.”
He waited for me to finish undressing and sit back down in the chair before deftly straddling me. I held out a hand for the lube, intending to play with him a bit for prep, but Sean was already rolling the condom on my cock and generously slicking it with lube.
“Hey, you can slow down.” I grit my teeth as he positioned himself over my cock, teasing himself with my cockhead against his rim. Sexiest fucking thing ever, and I was reduced to repeating multiplication tables in my head to not come before penetration. Sexy as it was, though, I wasn’t so sure about prep-less fucking. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I’m not.” Sean continued his tease, small movements, lowering by degrees before retreating, only to repeat the torturous pleasure all over again. “Feels amazing. Love this, using your cock to stretch me out.”
“Yeah, use me.” I groaned as my cockhead finally sank fully into his tight, welcoming heat. Sliding more freely now, he braced his hands on the back of the chair above my shoulders, rocking with a fluid motion. Watching him move was hypnotic, all his muscles and strength from his firefighting job on display, coupled with a surprising grace. His cock bobbed in front of him, bouncing with each movement, and a flush spread up his neck from his chest, highlighting his sparse reddish chest hair.
“Need this.” He moaned as I moved my hands to hips, not guiding but rather hanging on for dear life. Usually, he was the one with the fast trigger, and I could easily wait him out, but the edge kept rushing closer as he rode me harder and harder.