Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
The first touch of Greer’s calloused palm molding around the length of his shaft took him straight to the edge. He pushed up into the heat of the other man’s hand.
The most perfect moment of his life was almost more than Dallas could bear. Nothing had ever felt as right to him as the feeling he got when he was with Greer. His hips surged up as he struggled to slow the kiss. He seared this moment into his forever memory. He’d had no idea how badly he’d needed to be free…to be himself.
Greer rose a few inches above his face, his lids half-closed, his full lips as pink as the flush on his face. He was as affected as Dallas. “Is this your first time with a man?”
He’d never done anything like this. Butterflies fluttered restlessly in his stomach, a mix of anxiety and excitement. Dallas’s world had started spinning the moment he’d laid eyes on this man. Greer made him feel sexy and desired. These feelings were all so new and exciting.
And what Dallas had waiting for him was months of regret for what he was about to do.
So, he’d better make it good, because it couldn’t happen again.
Instinct had him boldly pushing his hand between their bodies, gripping Greer’s thick, long cock through the thin material of his slacks. He added just enough pressure to make Greer’s amber eyes flash with desire. “Does it matter?”
Greer drove his hips into Dallas’s palm, where he cupped and massaged the hard, unyielding length. The involuntary roll Greer wrung from his hips took him by surprise as Greer gave a hiss. Greer’s forehead hit Dallas’s shoulder, wet kisses trailing over his sensitive skin. Greer’s heavy breath panted. “I haven’t rubbed one off in a while…D…” The words trailed off as Dallas added pressure and rubbed his palm over the rigid shaft beneath the soft material.
Greer’s pants needed to go.
Dallas worked the zipper, shoving his hand inside Greer’s slacks and underwear. The heated air surrounding them shifted and Greer hurriedly lifted from his position.
“Do we stop?” Greer asked in a harsh whisper.
He reached for Dallas’s wrist, his tight grip stopping him mid stroke and pulling his hand free. Dallas stared down the length of their bodies, his lungs heaving as he watched the exquisite man who’d easily broken down all of his lifelong defenses. At least for tonight, no more emotional protections were needed. Dallas was one hundred percent Greer’s for the taking.
“I can stop if we do it right now. We can give you time,” Greer murmured with sincerity in his eyes. So sensible and caring, and absolutely the last thing Dallas wanted.
Unable to say the words, Dallas answered by way of latching his lips around the dark brown disc of Greer’s nipple. The exact one that had taunted him earlier. He circled and licked the tight bud, delighted when Greer’s breath froze in his lungs at the touch of his tongue.
“God damn.” Prickly little bumps rose over Greer’s chest, racing to cover his arms. Then Greer lost all restraint, becoming a man possessed as he pushed at Dallas’s joggers. Air hit Dallas’s pulsing cock. It was too much. He cupped his palm around the back of Greer’s neck, holding him in place as he sucked hard at the tight nipple.
This very moment was the rightest of Dallas’s life. He never wanted it to end. But if something didn’t change, he’d come before they ever truly got started.
He tightened his grip, both around Greer’s neck and with the fingers that dug into Greer’s thigh. He fought a losing battle against his control.
Greer pushed against Dallas’s shoulders, urging him down. “Keep your hands on me, babe. Let me do this for us.”
Dallas had never felt so physically attracted to anyone in his life. He took in the sight before him. His eyes swept over the blond hair, the firm expanse of Greer’s muscular chest, then lowered to the most perfect cock he’d ever seen. Thick, blushing from the blood filling the deep blue veins spanning its length.
Greer flicked his tongue across Dallas’s nipple. As his hand encased Dallas’s cock, he reached the other low, skillfully kneading his sac. Desire raced along Dallas’s spine, pushing his orgasm into his balls with demanding force. Dallas arched back, his head falling against the sofa as Greer worked him.
“Yeah, move your hand on me.” Dallas panted, holding on as tightly as he could while drawing Greer flush against his chest. He thrust his hips up, pushing back and forth, fucking himself with Greer’s fist. He was so close.
“Let me, handsome. I wanna be the one to make you feel good,” Greer breathed against his lips. “Or we can slow…”
No. Dallas wasn’t interested in slow. He nuzzled Greer’s neck, mouthing and sucking the soft salty skin. He breathed in deep, taking in the delicious scent of the other man. It had been far too long since he’d known another’s caring touch. Since his cock had felt anything more than his own fist. He relished each pull and squeeze of Greer’s skilled hands.