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)
His own fingers were clumsy and rough on his thick, sensitive shaft. He pulled it out and gripped it firmly in his fist. He wanted to be in that shower. Wanted to be standing behind Ken, or sitting on the bench against the wall and lowering that body onto his cock. Wanted to drive him wild until he was begging Brady to come. “Beg me, Tanaka.”
Ken arched his back as if he’d heard him, his fist shuttling faster up and down his length.
“That’s right. Fuck, that’s perfect.” Brady matched his rhythm, his eyes unblinking as he memorized every detail of the scene. He swore and shook his head when Ken’s movements slowed, but then he realized the man on the screen was reaching for a bottle of clear liquid. Lube?
Ken coated his fingers and reached around behind him, his lips parting on a mute gasp. Yes.
“You kinky fucking bastard. What are you up to?”
But Brady knew what was happening. Ken was pushing his fingers into his own ass, stretching it, craving something Brady wanted to give him. If they’d given in to each other last night, he could walk over there right now and take it. Lose himself. Lose control.
It’s tight isn’t it? That’s right, lean against the glass so you can go deeper. Get it ready for me. Get that ass ready.
Ken’s forehead and free hand were pressed against the wet glass as he rocked back into his fingers. Brady licked his lips and flicked his thumb over the tip of his shaft, shuddering. “Damn, I wish you would turn around and do that.”
Once again, as if responding to his demands, Ken slipped his fingers out and turned his back to the camera. Brady was so enthralled by his bitable cheeks he didn’t notice what was stuck to the bench until Ken approached it and drenched it with lube. He’d never been jealous of a dildo before, but when Ken got in position and lowered his ass onto it, when he closed his eyes and an expression of pure ecstasy transformed his face, Brady gritted his teeth and nearly bruised his cock with his white-knuckled grip.
That’s mine.
His thoughts were primitive. Aggressive. They didn’t make sense. He’d turned Ken away more than once and vowed never to give in to his desires. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to claim him. In some dark, hidden place in his mind, he already had.
When Ken held onto the bench with one hand, his erection with the other, and started to move, Brady lifted his hips off the couch, imagining his was the cock being ridden. “Oh yeah. Oh, that’s good. Give me that ass, Tanaka. Ride me.”
He couldn’t stop the commands from escaping his lips. It was his fantasy, and in it, he wanted Tanaka to hear him. Wanted him to do as he said. Brady was so turned on he could hardly breathe, but it wasn’t enough. Not for this need inside him. A need Ken had put there with his casual comments this morning.
“You want more than a quick ride too, don’t you? You want me. What if I gave you your damn noncon?” he growled at the monitor. “What if I ripped you off that fake dick and forced you to take every inch of me instead?”
He could see it playing out in his head in graphic detail. The camera catching everything as he surprised Ken in the shower. The shock, the struggle to get him to
the floor with one arm pinned behind his back and his ass in the air like an offering.
This was no gentle daydream. Nothing he would admit to without shame. It was animalistic and vulgar and hot as hell. And because it wasn’t real he didn’t go slow. Didn’t take the time for his lover to adjust. He was too far gone for that. Ken had been begging for it, and Brady would make him take it. Love it.
“That’s what you said, isn’t it? Make you love it when I fuck you into the floor until you can’t move. When I pound your ass until you scream. You want it. Look at how greedy you are. You want me fucking you so hard. Fuck…”
Brady watched Ken’s strong body pump up and down on the dildo as his hand stroked his cock. He was close. Brady was too, his body on fire, but he wanted them to come together. Needed it in a way he couldn’t explain.
He saw Ken’s mouth open on a silent shout and then he was with him. Lightning sparred with the live wires sizzling along his spine and his body stiffened. Jets of hot semen spurted on his stomach and chest and he heard himself mumbling Ken’s name with each shuddering wave of his release.
It took him a minute or two to get his breathing back under control. To remember where he was. When he did, all he could do was marvel at how hard he’d come. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had an orgasm that intense. He’d never imagined he could get so turned on from that kind of twisted, dark… Jesus, there was something seriously wrong with him.