Free Two Thousand Pounds Per Square Inch (The Russel Middlebrook Series Book 5) by Brent Hartinger Page A

was somehow the perfect cross between cute and handsome. Even worse, there was something about his cocky confidence that was just a total turn-on.
    And, well, it was also his cock. The size didn't hurt, but it was more than that. It was just shaped right, like a sports car or something—sleek and hip and aerodynamic.
    Even so, I wasn't too sure about sucking him off. I mean, we'd just kissed and sort of rolled around before, thrusting our hard-ons against each other. He'd sucked me some underwater (which was amazing ), and played with my balls, but I hadn't sucked him at all. I mean, I knew sucking a dick was safer than other stuff, but not completely safe. And how well did I know Web? Even back then, I was thinking, Has he been tested?
    His dick flexed, and I stopped thinking about tests. It was back to being completely hard, pulsing and twitching. If it really had been a car, it would be revving its engine right now.
    Basically, it was impossible not to suck. I still didn't understand how I could be so horny again, but I was. It was almost worse than before, like an echo off the lake coming back louder than before.
    So I crawled through the sand and water, and leaned down to suck him. But before I went to town, I looked up at him and said, "Don't cum in my mouth, okay?"
    His dick flexed again, harder, like a wave across the ocean. "Yeah, okay."
    I took him into my mouth. I could taste the lake water on him, earthy and wet and real.
    I hadn't given many blow-jobs, and I had no idea if I was any good, but I gave it my best shot. I tried to take him as far in as I could. I stroked the shaft with my hand and then played with his balls the way he'd done to me. Web started fucking my face.
    It wasn't long before I could taste something else, something other than the lake, something salty. Web's precum. Wait, was precum safe? It probably wasn't, but to tell the truth, it was really hot, and I didn't want to stop. Web's dick was doing race laps in my mouth. If it really had been a car, he was definitely near the finish line.
    Before I knew it, it broke. Something flooded my mouth, and it didn't taste anything like the lake. It was thick and rich, but also a little tangy. Web was cumming, even after I told him not to!
    I started to pull away, but then I felt the pressure of his hands holding my head. If they'd been there before, I hadn't felt them.
    "Suck it!" he groaned. "Swallow my seed!"
    I didn't have a lot of choice at that point, so I started swallowing (and there was a lot of it, even in round two). I was annoyed. I'd been very clear: don't Goddamn cum in my mouth! And here he was doing it anyway, and going even further and not giving me any choice about it.
    But if I'm going to be totally honest, it was also kind of hot. I'd never had a guy cum in my mouth before. And this was the really weird thing: even though I was annoyed at Web and totally pissed off at him, another part of me kind of liked that he was making me take it. It's hard to explain, but even though he was holding me, it felt kind of liberating, something I totally hadn't expected. What the hell was that about?
    Just to be totally clear, I was still pissed. It was the first sign I had that Web really was a selfish jerk. But because it was hot, and because I didn't yet know that Web was an asshole, I stupidly ignored it.
     
    There was a man in an office at the end of the hall. He was probably in his early forties, with a shaved bald head and hazel eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses.
    "Hey, there," the man said. "My name is Brent." He waited until I'd closed the door, then took the piece of paper I'd been given from the nurse. He read it and said, "It says here you've never been in for a test before, so why don't we talk for a few minutes as we wait for the results?"
    "Uh, okay," I managed to say. It's not like I had anything better to do.
    "Just so you know," he said, "the test we do, we measure the antibodies in your blood, not the virus itself. And it can take