Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Rye kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. They moved without purpose, hands roaming for the sheer pleasure of learning one another.
Rye kissed along Charlie’s neck to his ear and bit his earlobe. Charlie gasped and his cock throbbed against Rye’s stomach. Without thinking, Rye gave Charlie’s ass a swat from beneath the covers. There wasn’t much power behind it, but when his palm connected, Charlie let out a sound Rye had never heard from him before. A desperate, needy sound that made Rye want to give him anything he wanted. Anything at all.
Charlie’s breathing was heavy. Rye spanked him again. Again, that sound. And this time, Charlie slung his leg over Rye’s hip, cocks grinding together. He tipped his head back like he couldn’t get enough breath.
Rye pinched one of Charlie’s nipples and Charlie writhed. Rye squeezed his nipple at the same time as he spanked Charlie again and Charlie started to shake.
“Rye,” he gasped.
“Yeah,” Rye whispered, but Charlie didn’t say anything except Rye’s name again and again.
Rye swallowed his own name on Charlie’s tongue, kissing him deeply. He ground their hips together, and groaned at the feel of Charlie’s erection against his own. Feeling him like this—needy and open and there—was intoxicating.
“This okay?” Rye asked.
“Mmf, yesss.”
“Feel so good,” Rye murmured again. “Just tell me if—”
Charlie shut him up with another kiss, deep and searching.
“Okay, but just tell me if there’s anything you—”
“Don’t make me think about it, just keep going.”
Charlie kissed him fiercely and Rye obliged. He’d give Charlie whatever he needed.
Rye pushed the blanked down and hiked Charlie’s thigh higher, exposing him. His palm landed hard on the meat of Charlie’s ass, fingers catching his crack. Charlie let out a shuddering gasp and clutched Rye tighter to him. When Rye ran his fingernails over the tender skin he’d just spanked, Charlie hissed and bit at his jaw.
Rye ran a finger between Charlie’s cheeks and over the tender skin of his hole. Charlie’s breath caught and Rye went back to spanking him. He’d spank his ass two or three times, then run a gentle finger over his hole. After a few minutes of this, Charlie had his face buried in Rye’s neck and was clutching Rye like a stuffed animal. It was fucking adorable. It was searingly hot.
Rye had first had sex at fourteen and he’d never been with someone who hadn’t had a lot of sex. But seeing Charlie experience sex for the first time—even as fraught as it was for him—was something Rye would never forget.
He’d never thought of sex as anything but physical pleasure, or sometimes, with certain people, as an expression of intimacy. The depth of Charlie’s feeling was moving. It was...humbling. It said: I am letting you affect me. I am letting you into the parts of me that I have never shared with anyone—not even myself.
“Charlie,” Rye whispered, and kissed him, wanting to give some of Charlie’s beauty back to him.
They fed each other’s breath and spit and heat and merged closer and closer. With a cracking spank, Charlie whimpered and thrust against Rye, and heat exploded between them. Charlie’s orgasm was a choked-off yell and a full body shudder as his hips stuttered.
He was breathing so hard that Rye wondered if he was crying again, but when he cupped his face his cheeks were dry. Charlie was looking at him in the darkness even though they couldn’t quite see each other.
When Charlie reached for him, Rye thought he’d once more be held like a favored stuffed animal or a particularly tolerant cat, so Charlie’s tug on his hair shocked him. He’d forgotten about himself or his own pleasure—forgotten he even had a body in his concentration on Charlie’s.
Now he blasted back into his own skin and felt how hard he was, how heavy and aching. Charlie tugged his hair again and Rye let himself feel all of it. In his head he chanted Charlie’s name to the beat of his heart. Char-lie, Char-lie, Char-lie.
His heart pounded and his breath came faster and faster as he lost himself. All it took was one more sharp tug on his hair and grind of his hard cock against Charlie’s muscular thigh, and Rye tipped over the edge, his aching cock exploding as he dissolved into a starburst of pleasure.
They breathed in silence for what seemed like forever and only a heartbeat and then Charlie breathed, “Wow.”
It was heartfelt and worshipful and lovely, and Rye dissolved into giggles.
Charlie pulled back.
“No, no, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” Rye laughed.
Charlie snorted and scritched Rye’s scalp.
After a minute, Rye said, “Wanna take a shower?”
Charlie hesitated. Rye tried very hard not to feel hurt. He had seen firsthand how difficult all this was for Charlie.
“Doesn’t have to be together.”
Charlie pulled away.
“I’m sorry I didn’t...”
He shook his head.
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t... I didn’t touch you.”