Moments in Time 02 - Moment Of Truth by Karen Stivali Read Free Book Online Page A

shaft, and he leaned to the side to watch in the mirror. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look jerking off in a mirror. First off, you’re watching yourself, which is sexy as fuck. Second, there are two of you. Which is probably the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
    I swallowed hard. I loved when he told me he thought I was sexy. It wasn’t how I thought of myself. My cheeks flushed, and this time instead of just feeling it, I could see it too.
    “Jesus.” My hand went to my face.
    “So warm.” Tanner’s lips grazed my cheek. “I love it when you blush.”
    His hands trailed down my neck, and he followed the path with his lips. “First your cheeks turn red, then it spreads down to your neck. Then when you’re really excited, like when you’re getting ready to come, your neck gets redder and your whole chest turns pink.”
    “Really? Every time?” I had no clue.
    “Yep. That’s part of how I know you’re about to come.”
    The fact that he knew that, that he paid close enough attention to know that, made me blush harder. It also warmed me in a way I couldn’t quite explain. He cared enough to notice those things. He loves me.
    Tanner brushed his fingertips over my newly trimmed bush. I held my breath, waiting for a reaction. “Nice. Less between us now.”
    I swallowed hard, trying not to pant.
    His hand swept under my balls. “Didn’t trim these yet, I see.”
    “Ran out of time.”
    “You want some help?” He kissed his way down my chest.
    With Tanner down on his knees in front of my erection, he could help with anything he wanted. “Sure. If you want.”
    “Give me the clippers.” He blew into the blade and turned it on, then tested it against his hand. “Yeah, let’s not use this. Give me a sec.”
    He got up and walked over to his dresser, rooted around, and came back with a different razor. At least I thought that was what it was. It was silver and cylindrical and looked like a saltshaker. “This works better. Stay really still, okay? You trust me?”
    I nodded. Nervousness coursed through my body, but I did trust him.
    He’d never hurt me on purpose.
    The sound made me more anxious than anything else, so I concentrated on Tanner. The intent expression on his face. The shadows the dark wings of his eyelashes cast on his beautifully sculpted cheeks.
    The way his tongue kept flicking out and wetting his lips. He wanted my cock in his mouth, I could tell. I needed it to be there as much as he did.
    The razor wasn’t off for more than two seconds before he had one of my balls in his mouth, then the other, then licked up my shaft like it was a goddamned Popsicle. I stared down at him, then met his gaze.
    “Don’t watch here,” he said. “Watch in the mirror. Stroke yourself while I suck your balls.”
    That was an offer that was impossible to turn down. My fingers glided back and forth as I watched in the mirror. Watched myself.
    Watched Tanner. When I got closer, he stood and stripped, then came up alongside me, pulling me into a kiss—a kiss we could see in the mirror with our eyes open. He rubbed his cock against my hip, then moved behind me, rubbing himself against my ass.
    I spread my legs wider, and he slipped a hand between them, stroking my balls and my ass. Then he switched his fingers out with his cock. Wetness made me jump. Not lube, just precome from his erection.
    He didn’t press in, just massaged the head of his dick back and forth over my taint and hole until I was so hot and bothered I could barely breathe.
    “You like that?” he asked, voice hoarse from his own need.
    “Yeah. A lot.”
    “Good. So do I.”
    He turned us sideways so we could both watch in the mirror. Watch his cock rubbing my ass and disappearing between my legs. Watch my hand moving ever faster over my erection. I leaned back to kiss him, needing to taste him. That was too much for Tanner. He groaned into my mouth, pumped himself harder along the crack of my ass, and shot his hot