Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Hot fingers slid between Carl’s and squeezed.
Grayson rumbled his name at the shell of his ear and it sent a sharp thrill through him.
“Again.”
“You’re incredible, Carl.”
He parted Carl’s legs with his knee, tightened their fingers, and in a breathless second the room tipped and Carl’s back hit the mattress. Delicious weight descended on him, and more murmurs of his name mushed against his lips as they kissed.
Carl had been prepared for hot and heavy, perhaps with a good dose of awkward, but he’d never thought such a moment, such a first, could be so intense and intimate and wondrously addictive . . .
Their kisses deepened, slickened. Their breaths became pants, and still Grayson found moments to pepper in his name. Carl. Carl. Carl.
Grayson insisted with passion that Carl know Grayson knew who he was with. Each time he uttered his name, it came with a chase of gravity. Carl could barely catch his breath. He was being seen, admired, wanted, desired. His heart grew and pounded, and he wanted so much to share this immeasurable gift. To give back. Give something so Grayson’s heart would release all the guilt and responsibility it held. Would gallop so fast he’d never be able to rein it in again. Would feel whole again.
Carl untangled one hand, slipped it up the back of Grayson’s neck and threaded his fingers through his hair. He pulled Grayson back an inch and looked into those dark eyes that had never stopped seeing Carl. His breath hitched. “You’re beautiful.”
Grayson’s lips twitched cheekily; Carl lifted his head, quickly kissing his “I know” away. He dragged his fingers from Grayson’s head, over his shoulder, to his chest. “I mean here too.”
Grayson dipped his mouth and captured Carl’s in a fierce kiss. He dragged his lips and teeth along Carl’s jaw and bit down lightly on his neck. “I want more of you.”
Carl tugged at Grayson’s t-shirt and helped peel it off him. His own came off next. Their naked chests met and Carl gasped. “Have all of me.”
Grayson shut his eyes and swallowed thickly. “I hope you mean it.”
Of course, Carl did. He kissed him, and kissed him again. Grayson could feast on him any way he pleased. “Start already. Want to feel you for a long time.”
Grayson steered a large hand under Carl’s boxers, pulling them down over his hip. The fabric teased over his sensitive skin and Carl ached. Off too came the last scrap of material covering Grayson, and Carl caught his breath in a horrified chuckle. “You’re not real. How are you perfect everywhere?”
Grayson started to preen and Carl snatched his face into a punishing kiss. “I should never have fed your ego.”
They laughed softly, each puff against Carl’s face a caress. Quiet. Gentle.
His heart had already been pounding, but with this, each pound echoed shivers throughout his entire body. More shivers raced over him at the touch of a small breeze when Grayson briefly pulled away to rummage in his side drawer.
Grayson lowered himself, all that warmth and muscle, onto Carl.
Carl breathed deeply, chest expanding against Grayson’s, and slid his hands around firm hips, drawing him flush. “Say it again.”
“Carl.”
The rub of their hardened lengths had Carl’s balls tightening. He shifted a leg and locked it around the back of Grayson’s, canting his hips. “I’m yours.”
Kisses suctioned onto Carl’s throat as Grayson rocked against him and Carl made indecipherable sounds.
“You’re even louder than you were getting our toes done.”
Carl snatched a kiss. “I’m not shy about pleasure.”
“I recall you blurting out you’re into PDA.”
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you. I was on the phone!”
“Sure. If you say so.”
Carl whacked him lightly on the back of the head and fell into another moan at Grayson’s wicked swivel. He raised his head and snogged Grayson deeply. “You are so annoying.”
Grayson laughed, the twinkle in his eye turning devilish, and suddenly cool wet fingers were dipping inside him.
A groan rumbled through the both of them, vibrating against their clashing lips. Grayson cuffed Carl’s length, more lube coating him. Each stroke exploded in goosebumps and had him grabbing at Grayson’s arms, shoulders, hair . . .
It’d been so long since he’d had this . . . Had he ever actually had this? Sex that felt so easy and natural, and so bloody intense . . .
He needed . . . needed . . .
Grayson understood. Read Carl like an open magazine. He rolled on a condom and bundled Carl up.
Dark eyes fused onto his as Grayson nudged inside him. Nerves leapt to life in brilliant bolts. He felt it race to his nipples, the end of his nose, his pinkie fingers.
More.
Carl trembled and mumbled incoherently, something about coming home faster—
Grayson pushed into him, stretching and stretching. He felt Grayson’s pulse, the shivers that rattled him, the heavy gasp against his jaw when he’d fully seated himself. He rocked and groaned, and there was a quality to the groan that had Carl’s heart skipping a beat. “Live here forever.”