Jake slammed the book shut and adjusted his jeans under the table. The latest spicy gay romance had him throbbing, every filthy page describing two guys grinding and sucking until they couldn't take it anymore. He looked across the bookstore cafe at the guy who'd been eyeing him for the last hour. Tall, dark hair, built like he lifted heavy. Their eyes locked.
"You reading that one too?" the stranger asked, sliding into the seat across from him without asking. "Chapter twelve had me stroking myself in the bathroom."
Jake grinned, raw and direct. "Yeah. The part where he bends him over the kitchen counter and fucks him raw. Got me so hard I had to sit here hiding it."
The guy leaned in. "Name's Marcus. You want to stop pretending and go do something about these books?"
They didn't waste time with small talk. Marcus's apartment was two blocks away. The door barely closed before Jake shoved him against it, yanking down his jeans. Marcus's cock sprang out thick and already leaking. Jake dropped to his knees and swallowed it in one go, no teasing, just wet heat and suction. Marcus groaned and thrust forward, gripping Jake's hair.
"Fuck, that's it. Suck that cock like the books say," Marcus growled. Jake worked his tongue along the shaft, tasting salt and skin, one hand cupping heavy balls while the other stroked what didn't fit in his mouth. Spit ran down his chin. Marcus pulled him off after a minute. "My turn."
He hauled Jake up, spun him around, and bent him over the arm of the couch. Jeans hit the floor. Marcus spread Jake's ass and spit on his hole, rubbing it in with two thick fingers. Jake pushed back, already open from how worked up he was. "Finger me. Then fuck me. Don't hold back."
Marcus didn't. Two fingers slid in deep, scissoring and stretching. Jake moaned loud when the third joined, rocking on them like he was already getting pounded. Marcus pulled his fingers out, lined up his cock, and shoved in halfway on the first thrust. Jake cursed and gripped the cushions. The stretch burned good, exactly like the dirty scenes they'd both read. Marcus didn't pause. He drove the rest of the way in and started fucking hard, hips slapping against Jake's ass with every stroke.
"Take it," Marcus grunted. "This what those books got you wanting?"
"Yeah. Harder. Pound my ass." Jake reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. The room filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and their breathing. Marcus changed angle and nailed Jake's prostate on every drive. Jake's legs shook. He came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch cushion while his hole clenched tight around Marcus's cock.
Marcus kept going, using the tight grip to chase his own finish. He pulled out at the last second, stroked twice, and painted Jake's lower back and ass with hot cum. They stayed like that a minute, catching breath.
Then Marcus hauled him upright. "Shower. Then round two. I got another book on the nightstand that ends with the guy riding cock until he begs."
They cleaned up quick, water running over them while they made out rough and grabbed at each other. Back in the bedroom, Marcus lay back on the sheets and let Jake climb on top. Jake sank down on that thick cock again, slower this time but still raw, no lube beyond spit and leftover cum. He rode it steady, rolling his hips and grinding down until Marcus was buried balls-deep.
They talked dirty the whole time.
"Look at you taking every inch," Marcus said, hands on Jake's hips guiding the pace. "Bet you read those scenes and pictured yourself doing it."
Jake leaned forward, hands on Marcus's chest, and bounced harder. "I did. Pictured a stranger's cock splitting me open just like this." Sweat dripped. The bed creaked. Jake's cock hardened again between them, rubbing against Marcus's stomach with every drop of his hips. Marcus reached up and thumbed Jake's nipples, pinching just enough to make him gasp and clench.
They switched when Jake's thighs burned. Marcus flipped them, put Jake on his back with legs spread wide, and fucked him missionary so they could watch each other's faces. Deep, steady strokes turned frantic. Marcus came inside this time, pulsing hot and deep while Jake stroked himself to a second orgasm that left him shaking.
They lay there afterward, sticky and satisfied, the open book on the nightstand ignored now that they'd lived the pages. Marcus reached over and traced a finger through the mess on Jake's stomach. "Same time next week? New release drops Tuesday."
Jake laughed, low and rough. "Bring the book. We'll act out every chapter."
