Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Monteriggioni is a bit of a drive, so we better get busy.”
“Exactly.” Royce winked. “We don’t have to meet Angelo until midnight, so I’m thinking afternoon nap in our room.”
“I like the way you think.”
Hours later, Royce backed Marc into the wall of the shower. “I can’t keep my hands off you,” he growled into his neck. Water poured over their shoulders and Marc, slick and wet, was the stuff fantasies were made of.
Royce ran his hands over his shoulders, chest, and stomach. He flattened one palm there, loving the way Marc quivered beneath his fingers. “You’re so fucking hot.” He sipped water off his jaw, then his collarbone.
“Let’s…” Marc panted, his hands running all over Royce’s shoulders, arms, and chest.
“Yeah? Let’s?” He nipped his bottom lip.
“I can’t remember.” Marc chuckled and shook his head, sending water flying out from his hair. “You steal my thoughts away.”
“Good. Don’t think.” He pressed him harder into the wall, eyes locked on Marc’s as he ground his dick against him. “Your ass cheeks fit my hands like they were made for them.” He cupped one, not even caring that the force he was using to press against Marc had his knuckles scraping the grainy tile. What did a little pain compare to a firm globe of that perfect ass in his palm? “I’m developing a real addiction to them.”
“Them?” Marc breathed before sucking one of Royce’s earlobes into his mouth.
Royce groaned even as he tightened his hand in answer.
“Ass cheeks,” Marc panted. “Got it.” He stretched away from Royce a moment and came back with a handful of shower gel. He began spreading it all over Royce, starting with his beard.
Royce pressed his lips tightly together to keep soap from going into his mouth.
“I love your beard,” Marc murmured as he slowly worked soapy fingers through it. “I have never dated or even kissed a man with a beard before. Was never attracted to facial hair. Even now, I kind of wonder what you look like without it.” He chuckled and moved down Royce’s neck. “But after feeling it on my ass, I’m hoping you keep it.”
Royce just held his breath as Marc soaped his nipples. Thoroughly. He got more soap and made Royce turn around.
“You think you’re developing an addiction? I love your ass. It’s like this surprisingly round gift that nobody else knows is under your clothes.”
Royce dipped his face under the shower head to rinse his beard. “People can see how round my ass is in my clothes.”
“Not really. I mean, of course they can, but it’s surprisingly plumper than expected.”
He frowned, not sure that was a compliment.
Marc leaned forward and propped his chin on Royce’s shoulder. “You’re all hard, ropy muscle everywhere else. Tight, sexy muscles in this compact body that I want to explore every inch of. And then you have this firm, little, very round ass. It’s my present. Only I know how wonderful it really is.”
Royce pressed his palms to the opposite wall and locked his arms. This made his ass shove back into Marc. “You saying you want to fuck me, Marc?”
“Oh, I definitely do. It’s not my number one preference, but I do love it.”
He looked over his shoulder to catch Marc licking water off his upper lip. He narrowed his eyes. “Where do you think the owners of this place are right now?”
“Gone. Their truck wasn’t out there, so they probably went into town.” He pressed his chest to Royce’s back. “Why?”
“You’ll see. Grab us towels.”
He chuckled at the speed the towel arrived over his shoulder, and he turned and wiped it over himself slowly as he watched Marc dry off. When the man looked at him for his next direction, everything in him tightened in heat and anticipation. Marc couldn’t be more perfect for him. He nodded toward the porch, and Marc’s eyebrows lifted before he grinned and complied.
Royce grabbed a condom and the lube, then paused and grabbed the small bottle of olive oil off the wooden table, before following him outside.
His breath caught at the scenery. Fields and valleys of green stretched out before them. Hints of flowers showed in dots of color, and in the scents that carried on the wind. And it was all like a frame for the most beautiful piece of art at its center. Marc.
“Turn around. Hands on the rail, Marc.”
The shudder that rippled down Marc’s back made Royce’s dick ache. Perfect. He was so fucking perfect, Royce stayed astonished at all times. Astonished and turned-on. It was like he existed in a simmering state of arousal, ready to pop wood if Marc so much as breathed.
He eyed the long, sleek curve of his spine, the dip at the base, growling when he got to the ass he’d called flawless. It was. As were the long, muscular legs beneath it. Marc gave him a look over his shoulder that turned the simmer of arousal into a full-on boil. He walked up to him and slid his hand around to his belly, running his fingers over muscles, tracing his sexy navel before flattening his hand and pulling him back firmly against him. He rolled his hips, pressing his dick into Marc’s ass. He kissed along the top of his shoulders, latched on to the back of his neck, then nuzzled into his wet, silky hair. The whole time, he kept a rolling rhythm and sway with his hips and held Marc firmly just in that one spot on his belly. He ran his other hand over his chest and up to hold his throat.