Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
The twinge of pain as Azariah pulled on his hair zipped through him in a full body shiver.
“Stop, shit, I’m too close,” Azariah said.
The tug on the back of his head grew so sharp it stung. He pulled off with a final swipe of his tongue to collect another bead of precome from Azariah’s slit. Azariah’s eyes narrowed on Connelly’s mouth when he licked his lips.
“Are you ready to fuck me?” Azariah asked.
Chapter Ten
Z couldn’t believe he’d once thought Connelly was straight. He’d never met anyone who took that much pleasure in giving head in his whole life, and he’d met a lot of swishy dick-chasers in the past. The way Connelly looked at him was intoxicating with his lips swollen and smeared with Z’s lipstick, his eyes glassy and bright. The hunger there—it made Z reckless, willing to do just about anything.
Though getting fucked by a stranger wasn’t unusual for him, wanting it so much certainly was. Plus, the guy had sucked him so well he was a breath away from coming. He held on to his pants and slid off the counter, kicked off his heels, and strutted down the hall to his bedroom, knowing Connelly was right behind him.
“Lube and condoms are in the top drawer,” he said, crossing to the closet. He shimmied out of his pants and threw them into the pile on the floor. When he turned back, Connelly was standing naked at the foot of his bed, dick in hand, and eyes skimming over every inch of Z’s naked body. His perusal was like having a flame licking up and down his skin without burning. So hot his cock bounced. Connelly caught the movement and his nostrils flared. Z swore.
Connelly’s gaze whipped up to meet his and a smile stretched his mouth but the heat in his hazel eyes didn’t dim. If anything, it just got hotter.
“Come here,” Connelly said.
Z closed the distance between them and gave in to his desire to caress Connelly’s hard abs. Z smoothed a hand over one pec, and then down toward his belly button. Every muscle quivered under his touch. Connelly lifted a palm to the back of Z’s head, fingers forked into his hair but didn’t tighten. A soft and gentle hold that was comforting.
Z relished it when his lovers touched his hair. It felt like every strand was a nerve exposed for pleasure. He closed his eyes and leaned into Connelly’s touch, letting the tickle of it send him higher.
“Like silk,” Connelly said, combing those thick fingers through Z’s mane.
Z hummed and tilted his head for more.
“So damned soft.” Connelly’s voice was so gruff now it vibrated the air. “You like this?”
“Yeah,” Z said. He swore he’d formed the word, but it came out more like a sigh.
“Jesus, I could spend the entire night just doing this.”
With effort Z shook out of the trance Connelly’s petting had put him in. “You better fuck me, Hot Fudge.”
“Get on the bed.” Connelly sounded breathless, so Z glanced up into his face.
Then, because he was a rebel, he bit Connelly’s nipple until the man cursed and closed the fist in his hair. Satisfied, Z soothed the area with his tongue, stepped away and strolled to the bedside table to gather their supplies. With the condom and lube in his hand he crawled onto the bed facing the headboard and looked over his shoulder.
“You coming?” he asked. “Or should I get started by myself?”
Connelly moved until he was in position behind him. Taking the packets from Z’s outstretched hand, he squirted the lube onto his palm just as Z fell onto all fours.
“One day that mouth of yours is going to get you into more trouble than your ass can handle.”
“I can’t tell if that’s a threat or a promise.”
“Both.”
The man’s gruff authority had Z zipping his lips even while they stretched into a wide smile. Damn, that voice. It must be the one he used on criminals, all macho and in control. Z was a little bit kinky, he’d admit it, so of course that turned all his cranks. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his pillow while Connelly took his time stretching and teasing. There was no way to know for sure how many fingers he was using but the beautiful stretch and warm burn had Z praying they were almost ready. Because his whole body was primed from the blow job, he needed to be fucked.
Hard and fast.
No emotions necessary. Things were already too consuming, he couldn’t lose control any more than he already had.
Then, Connelly hooked his fingers just right and skimmed along Z’s prostate. The earlier electric shock flared again, only this time his whole body shook with it.
“Fuck.” He didn’t care that the curse came out like a sob.
Connelly hummed. It was a deep, vibrating sound that tickled every point of contact. “You’re fucking sexy, you know that?”