Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“How do you—”
“On my stomach. I-I want to be on my stomach,” Will said, cutting him off.
It wasn’t a surprise even if Will had always preferred to be on his back with his legs on Charlie’s shoulders. When they were dating, he said he liked to watch Charlie’s face as he slid into him. But he got it. That position was too personal, and Will had already stated that this was just sex.
Charlie was only too happy to prove to him that it was never just sex between them.
“Roll over,” he directed with a pat on Will’s hip. “I’ll get the supplies.”
The bed squeaked as Charlie crossed to his duffle bag and Will quickly rolled over onto his hands and knees, that beautiful ass in the air begging for him.
It took a moment to dig out a condom and a small bottle of lube. He was always prepared, but he’d never expected that he’d be using this with Will when he packed it for this trip. He kneeled in the center of the bed behind Will, shoving the twisted blankets aside. Frozen for a heartbeat, he stopped to appreciate the elegant curves of his body. The way his spine dipped and rose to meet with strong shoulders. The sweet roundness of his ass and the way his balls were tucked so tightly against his body while his dick curved toward his stomach. Everything about Will was utter perfection.
With ease, he rolled on the condom and tossed the wrapper to the floor. He flicked open the cap for the bottle of lube but stopped. He reached out and smoothed a hand up one thick thigh to the curve of his ass.
“Quit fucking teasing,” Will snarled, his voice partially muffled from where his face was pressed into the pillows.
“You said this was just sex. What if I don’t get another chance to fuck you?” Charlie taunted.
“You’re not,” Will snapped, even as he pressed harder against Charlie’s hand, his body seeking more contact as it trembled.
“Then I need to memorize and appreciate all of you now.”
Will lifted up enough to glare at Charlie over his shoulder. “If you don’t get your dick inside of me right now, I’m going to jerk off and go to sleep.”
Charlie grinned at him while moving his hand between Will’s legs to sweep up his balls and across his dick. A long, low moan fell from Will’s lips and he swore the man’s eyes rolled into his head. “That could be fun too. I seem to recall watching you jerk off in the bathroom while you watched me shower.”
“Charlie!” But this time, his name was more of a pleading whine than a demand.
He removed his hand from Will’s body and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. As much as he hated to admit it, Will was right. His own control was starting to wear thin. It would be fun to watch Will jerk off while nestled among the pillows, his head thrown back in a cry of pure ecstasy, but right now, he needed inside of him.
A hiss slipped between Will’s teeth as Charlie pressed a slick finger into his body. Incredible heat gripped him, chipping away at his hold on his own orgasm. So fucking tight.
“Slow,” Will whispered brokenly and Charlie won back some of his control.
He reached out with his other hand and slid it up Will’s sweat-damp spine as he worked to stretch his hole. “As slow as you need, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
Even after all this time, he still knew Will, knew his body. This wasn’t solely tension and fear making him tight. No one had touched his lover in so long. There was no question that others had followed him after they went their separate ways, but he was the first in a while and right now, Will belonged to him. If he had any say in the matter, Will would belong to him alone from now on. There would be no one else.
Charlie slowly worked him, adding lube until Will begged for more as he pushed backward, impaling himself on Charlie’s finger.
When he finally worked his way up to three, Will was nearly sobbing into his pillow with desperate need and Charlie was right there with him. He paused long enough to smear lube onto his condom-covered dick before rubbing the head across that stretched hole.
“Charlie, please, dearest,” Will pleaded and Charlie nearly shattered. No one had called him that in six years. He’d thought he’d never hear it again. The silly endearment had started as a joke, but there was something about the way Will said it, especially in the throes of passion, that melted all of Charlie.
He pressed the head past the outer muscles and they both moaned with relief. Gripping Will’s hips tightly with both hands, he inched deeper with each thrust while Will’s cries of pleasure grew louder and louder. It wasn’t a matter of everyone in the house hearing him. No, the entire neighborhood was going to hear William Monroe coming very soon, and Charlie didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making Will happy.