Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“That sounds perfect.”
We went into the room, closed the door behind us. Joey set his telescope case on a chair, so carefully, like it would break. I smiled as I went to start the water. When it was full, we climbed in, me with my back against the tub and Joey between my legs, resting against me.
“This is nice,” he said.
“Yeah, it is.”
We just lay there, didn’t even talk much as we soaked. We stayed immersed in the water until it cooled and we were pruned. Once we’d dried off, neither of us made a move to get dressed, just went for the bed. I noticed the lube on the nightstand and cocked a brow. “Someone was prepared.” He must have gotten it out while I started the bath.
“Are you complaining?”
“Absolutely not.”
We came together then, the magnetic force that had always been present between us an overwhelming guide. Joey kissed me and laughed, which made me chuckle too. Fuck, it felt so damn good. Perfect. This whole day had been perfect.
He playfully tackled me to the bed, and I went easily. Joey climbed on top of me—more kissing, more laughing, some wrestling around. My dick was hard, and when he thrust against me, I felt that his was too. “Thank you…for the books.” I fingered his hair.
“Thank you for the telescope.”
But the books were different, and he knew it. While Joey was reclaiming the stars, he was giving me something I never had, something I wanted but was afraid to reach for. I hated feeling stupid, hated wanting more or wanting something but fearing I didn’t have it in me to get it.
He was still on top of me. He dropped his forehead to mine and kissed me. My arms encircled him, pulled him tighter against me as we rutted together. I buried a hand in his hair, tugged it, flipped us so he was beneath me as his nails dug into my back, marking their journey into my skin again. “What do you want?” I asked.
“Both. Everything.”
I could handle that. I grabbed the lube, squirted some in my hand, and slicked him. Joey growled and bit into my shoulder before pushing me off him and onto my hands and knees. He got behind me, wetting his fingers as well, then rubbing my hole and pushing one, then two inside. “Fuck yes.”
I remembered telling him that first night together, on his birthday, all those years ago, that the next time I wanted him to have me. I’d been scared of it then, but needed to share it with him. I’d never given that to anyone else, and now that I had it, I was as addicted to the fullness of Joey inside me as me being inside him.
“You don’t need to stretch me. I’m fine. I just want your cock.”
“God, I love you.” His voice was rough, needy.
There was pressure at my rim, one hand on my hip. I looked back, watched him use his other hand to guide himself inside me. There was that initial intrusion, pressure as he pushed past the ring of muscles. I grabbed the headboard as Joey thrust.
“Jesus, Gage. I can’t believe I get to do this to you.”
He took me, hands on my hips, alternating between slow and fast thrusts. He mumbled as he did, told me how good I felt, how tight I was. One of his hands slid around me, grabbing my shaft and giving it slight, firm strokes in tandem with the pump of his hips.
My body was jittery, my insides shaky, my muscles felt weak, but my heart was floating. So many contrasting feelings, it was hard to concentrate on one except for him being inside me…my Joey. “Fuck, you feel so good, Jojo. If we keep going, I’m not gonna last.”
Still jerking me, still moving within me, Joey leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, “Don’t come. I want us both to do it when you’re inside me. God, I love it when you’re inside me.”
His words nearly sent me over the edge. I bit into my tongue, fighting back my orgasm, teetering on the edge.
Joey pulled out, and I turned and grabbed him. Our mouths clashed together, searching, taking, a tangle of tongues as he went down onto his back. “You make me so fucking crazy. You’re like this constant buzz beneath my skin. You’re always there, Jojo, like you’re what makes me real.”
“Fuck me,” he begged. I loved it when he pleaded for me.
I took the lube and slicked myself up again, added some to his hole, pushed inside. “Damn…Jojo, so good.”
I didn’t take him slowly. We were both too eager, too needy for that. I held his legs back with my arms, thrusting into him over and over and over again. His ass squeezed my cock, gripped it as if he were made for me and me for him. Joey grabbed me, tugged me down, and fused our mouths together. Kissing and fucking and loving.