Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Brady froze. Ken knew about that? When had he found out?
“Did you wish it was your thick dick that was stretching my ass instead of that dildo?” Ken asked, his voice a sexual challenge. “I did. I was riding it and knowing it wouldn’t be enough. I wanted it to be you.”
“Stop…” But Brady didn’t mean it.
“Did you come, Finn? Were you watching me fuck myself and stroking that hard cock? Or is that too kinky for a guy like you to admit to? I told you I wanted you. Do you have the balls to tell me what you want?”
Rising off him, Brady reached for the waistband of the loose black pants Ken was wearing and dragged them down and off, throwing them over his shoulder. He dragged Ken up to a standing position in front of him and cupped his jaw with trembling fingers. “You want me again?”
“I always want you, Brady. I was trying to give you space.”
“No space.” He was too turned on to argue. “Just sex. No toys or restraints or mind games, and I’m the one inside you. Give me your word and I’ll trust it.” More than he trusted himself right now.
Ken’s addictive lips parted for a short, shaky breath. “Anything you want, Finn. I’ve waited too long to care about anything else. Just fuck me.”
“Upstairs.” Brady bit out before lifting Ken off his feet and walking toward the service elevator. “Does this work?”
“Everything works.”
Good. He didn’t think he could let Ken go long enough to race up one flight of stairs. He didn’t have the strength.
He pushed the button as Ken wrapped his long, agile legs around him, pressing his erection against Brady’s stomach and lowering his mouth for a kiss. Brady groaned as Ken sucked on his tongue the way he’d sucked his cock. Hungry. Greedy. God, he never wanted it to stop.
Inside the elevator, Ken pushed Brady’s sweatpants down with his feet. Without lifting his mouth, Brady toed off his sneakers and stepped out of his clothes. Finally. This. Skin to skin. He didn’t want anything between them that didn’t have to be.
The door opened with a soft ding and Brady walked blindly, praying he was going in the right direction.
Ken lifted his mouth and gasped. “Here. Do it here.”
“Lube,” he croaked. “Condom.”
Ken moaned and pressed his face into Brady’s neck, licking and biting the sensitive flesh, making Brady shudder. “Top drawer in the bathroom.”
They managed to turn the knob on the loft door together, swinging it open while Brady made a beeline for that top drawer. He had to get inside Ken. He couldn’t think of anything else.
Brady set him down beside the bed and let him go, turning for the bathroom. “Top drawer?”
Before Ken could respond, Brady was rifling through varying sizes and flavors of condoms and lubes. So many, he thought wildly. Where did he get… I just need—there. Regular lube and the right sized condom. Hallelujah.
He came out with his hands full and found Ken waiting for him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Grabbing Brady’s arm, he dropped to his knees, taking them both down to the floor.
Brady glanced at the bed beside them and Ken chuckled raggedly. “You got me all worked up in the gym, Finn. Pinning me to the floor like that. I loved it. I want you to fuck me right here.”
Fuck yes.
Ken set the lube down beside them and took the condom out of Brady’s hand.
Tearing it open, he bent his head and swiftly mouthed the tip of Brady’s erection before rolling the latex down with expert fingers.
It took all of Brady’s control to let him finish. As soon as Ken let go, Brady was on him, kissing him and sliding his sheathed erection against Ken’s hard shaft.
God, yes. Need you. Need you so much. I’ll be careful. I’ll make it so good…
Ken bit Brady’s lip until he tasted blood, making him snarl and lift his head to see the sparkle of desire and mischief in those golden eyes. “I promised no toys, but you have to promise something too.”
Anything. “What?”
“Don’t hold back.”
He didn’t know what he was asking. “Tanaka, I—”
Ken pressed one finger to his lips. “I took you down in the gym and I can do it again. I know pressure points that could put you in the fetal position. I could stop you if you were hurting me. I can take you, Brady Finn. So take me.”
Jesus, that was hot. His words caused something inside Brady to burst apart. He caught Ken’s surprised expression before he twisted him around, pressing his chest to the floor. Brady spread Ken’s ass cheeks roughly and poured a liberal amount of lube between them, his mouth watering and cock twitching at the sight of the tight little hole being readied for him.