Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“You are fucking intoxicating,” Shane said, voice husky with lust. “Come on. Naked.”
He tried to laugh as Shane dragged his ass down the hall and pushed him inside the condo, but he didn’t have enough air. It was all wrapped up in the exhilarating anticipation of feeling Shane inside him again.
As soon as the door shut, he pulled off Shane’s jacket and sweater, dropping them to the floor. His mouth watered at the sight of all that skin and chest hair. He licked his lips, ready to put them all over Shane, but the man had other ideas.
He tore off Quinn’s sweatshirt then crushed his mouth on Quinn’s. He didn’t take it off as he backed them into his bedroom. Quinn barely had time to glimpse the wall of black and white art over Shane’s bed before he found himself shoved onto the soft, maroon duvet.
Shane came down on top of him, their bodies twisting together. Shane dragged his hips side to side, his soft groan going to Quinn’s head. Quinn cried out and started to force his hand between them, desperate for the jeans to be anywhere but on them.
But Shane wasn’t ready to give up any space between them and only held them tighter together as he kissed and bit at Quinn’s mouth, every touch searing, so goddamn hot, Quinn thought he’d lose his mind. He felt like he was drowning in a scorching, swirling sea of desire, totally immersed and gasping for breaths even as he didn’t want his mouth or his body away from Shane’s.
Hands speared into his hair as Shane tugged his head back and put his lips on Quinn’s neck. He licked and sucked and bit down on the muscle leading to his shoulder before he kept going, nuzzling and licking every bit of skin he reached.
Quinn could only hold on to those soft curls as he spread his legs and lifted his groin up into Shane. Shane clutched his ass and ground their bodies together, moving hard against him. Quinn gasped over and over, then he tugged on Shane’s hair. “Ready. Naked. Now.” He expected Shane to laugh at his inability to speak, but the man was too worked up.
He reared back up on his knees and made short work of the rest of Quinn’s clothes before he stood, actually stood, on the bed to tug off his own shoes and jeans. He was back down, this time thankfully naked, on top of Quinn before he could formulate any more half-panted words.
Shane did a sensual roll of his hips as he made the sexiest rumbling noise low in his throat. “Want you. Fuck, I want you so much.”
“Yes,” Quinn panted. “Please.”
When Shane moved away enough to grab the supplies, Quinn turned over onto his stomach and rubbed his dick against the soft comforter.
“Oh fuck, Quinn. Look at you. Your ass.”
Quinn rolled his hips again, doing his best to entice Shane into hurrying. It worked as the man put on a condom and climbed back on top of him. He buried his face in the back of Quinn’s neck and rocked his body along every inch of Quinn’s, making him shout and grab handfuls of the bedding in his fists. He lifted his hips, loving the slide of Shane’s hard cock in his crease.
He had never imagined sex could be like this—this overpowering descent into mind-numbing pleasure, this need to feel Shane against him and on him. And in him. He wanted it so badly, he lifted his ass into Shane’s groin and shamelessly rubbed on him.
Shane was reduced to mumbling gibberish as he moved back onto his knees again. Only every other word sort of made sense but Quinn didn’t care. He could only writhe on the bed and spread his legs, hoping that Shane shoved into him soon.
“Quinn. Shit. Holy fucking. I’m gonna…look at your ass. So. Fucking. Hot.” He worked lubed fingers into Quinn while he rolled out a litany of muttered praises and more. “So crazy about you. Never felt—” He gasped when Quinn did, groaned when Quinn lifted his ass higher so Shane could go deeper with those awesome, long fingers of his. Shane’s other hand ran over his back and ass. “You have the sexiest dip in your spine just over your ass. Fuck.” He stuck his face in that spot, kissing and licking, his teeth moving to nip at Quinn’s ass cheek.
“Please,” Quinn groaned. “Dying here.”
“Yes, yes,” Shane chanted as he finally moved over Quinn. “Trying so hard to go slow.”
“Don’t. I don’t want that.” Quinn arched his back, his ass coming up to meet Shane’s dick as his head turned to meet Shane’s lips. Shane’s tongue slid into his mouth as his cock followed into his body.
“So fucking sexy.” A hoarse laugh barked from Shane’s throat. “You gotta stop rolling your ass like that—in that so fucking sensuous—I can’t concentrate.”