Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
More luck?
Or had it been something else that brought them together? He’d never been a believer in fate, but lying there in the darkness with Driver’s comforting warmth surrounding him, anything seemed possible.
If he closed his eyes he could see Driver’s gray-blue eyes looking up at him from the floor. He’d never imagined how amazing it could feel. No matter how many times he’d performed the act, he hadn’t once thought about the pleasure he was giving. It had been his least favorite thing for so long. He’d hated seeing the hunger on their faces. He’d hated the sourness and the musky sweat that clogged his nose. Especially the weak position, kneeling at their feet like a dog with their fingers in his mouth holding his jaw open. Always pushing so deep tears leaked from his eyes. Brutal.
It wouldn’t be like that with Driver.
Tam would be in control, he’d give and give, showering Driver with pleasure until his resistance snapped. And instead of shame, Driver would taste like bliss when he released on Tam’s tongue.
Tam shivered and he pressed a palm to his hard length, aching again already. Driver had opened the floodgates and now all of Tam’s long-forgotten cravings were bursting out like champagne from a shaken bottle. He turned in place, careful not to wake Driver, but the shifting must have registered because Driver flipped onto his back with one knee bent to the side.
God, he was gorgeous. His body was chiseled and his skin was smooth and tan.
Tam trailed his hand over Driver’s muscular stomach, noting the tattoo along his flank. He couldn’t make out the details in the dark. His curiosity piqued, he studied the other art on Driver’s shoulders. But what really drew his attention were the three dates on his chest, right above his heart. They were so different from everything else, just simple black numbers isolated and lonely. Giving in to an urge, Tam kissed them. Whatever they meant, they were important to Driver.
Maybe one day he’d know, but for tonight he was content just to touch.
The sheet had slipped low to expose Driver’s hard abs and the trail of hair from his belly button. Those sharp hip bones made another appearance, and this time Tam was courageous enough to do what he’d thought about the very first time he saw them. Though his hand shook, either from excitement, nerves or both, he traced the solid line with his fingers, pushing the fabric even lower.
Driver’s cut cock, even soft, was impressive, nestled in a patch of trimmed pubes, not quite as manicured as his facial hair, but maintained enough not to be wild. Tam raked his fingertips through the bush and Driver’s length twitched.
Tam let himself explore. He cupped Driver’s balls, loving the vulnerable weight of them as his blood thrummed with power. With every stroke of Driver’s supple skin, Tam’s daring grew. He wrapped his fingers around Driver’s cock just to gauge its thickness, and smiled to himself when it swelled.
His own dick throbbed in reply and he wrapped a leg over Driver’s, bringing his hips closer for a little friction. The tops of Driver’s thighs were sleek but tapered into thick hair on his calves making Tam’s thrusts an erotic mix of soft and rough.
He wasn’t bold enough to do more than that, no matter what Driver had said before falling asleep. But then Driver’s hand tightened on Tam’s ass and his rumbling groan broke the quiet around them.
“I’ve created a beast, haven’t I?” His voice was deep and still muffled from sleep.
Tam fought a tremble and held his breath.
“Feels good,” Driver said with an encouraging squeeze to Tam’s rear and a lift of his hips.
Oh fuck. Tam buried his face into Driver’s neck. Now that Driver was awake, most of his bravado fled.
“Hey?” Driver smoothed Tam’s hair. “I can pretend to be asleep if you want.” The humor in his voice made Tam laugh and he pinched Driver’s ribs. “Okay, okay, it was just a suggestion.”
Gathering all his determination and newfound optimism, Tam rose so he was staring down into Driver’s eyes. “This time, I want you to come too.”
* * *
Damn. Driver hadn’t expected this. Tam looked so serious staring down at him, as if Driver would refuse such an offer. Nope. He wasn’t that good a guy. He was a horny fucker and he fully admitted it. He’d never turned down the chance to come in his life, even when that meant getting his rocks off near a garbage bin or in a sleeping bag two feet away from witnesses.
That didn’t mean there wasn’t something about Tam’s wide eyes that pierced him, though.
“Kiss me,” Driver said.
Tam’s nostrils flared and his tongue swept across his bottom lip before he bit it in a nervous gesture Driver was coming to recognize. His chest constricted and he rubbed his thumb into Tam’s tense shoulders.