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)
The whole time, he’d kept his ears open for the sound of a returning truck. Knowing they were alone in this beautiful place went to his head, and in seconds, he had the condom on and was pushing slowly and firmly into Marc’s body.
“You can make noise now,” he growled as Marc’s heat and tight muscles clasped around him. He pulled out and pushed back in with the same, heady intent and when he bottomed out, Marc let out the most satisfying yell he’d ever heard.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he grabbed his hips and began pumping inside him.
Marc wasn’t still, shoving back, using the rail to push himself even harder onto Royce’s cock.
Royce held on to him, thrusting and reveling in the noises now spilling like a waterfall from Marc’s lips. Like the man had held them all inside, just waiting for permission to let them go. Some were words, and some were strung-together sounds Royce could barely make out.
“Fuck yeah. Harder. Good angle. Right there. FuckingshitIdon’tbelieveitfeelslikethis.”
Royce eyed the pinkened skin where he’d rasped his beard over Marc, then stared at where he disappeared inside the man. He ran his finger around their joining, enjoying the oil, the redness. Fuck, he loved it all. He threw his head back and held tight on to Marc’s hips as he moved deeper into his body.
Hoarse cries fell from Marc. “So ready. I’m there. I’m there, Royce!”
Royce managed to pull his thoughts together long enough to whisper. “Stroke yourself off now.”
Two seconds later, Marc clamped around him as he let go, sending Royce over with him. He bent over Marc’s back, wrapping one arm hard around his hips, and held on as he spilled into the condom. Ecstasy blasted through him so hot and fast, he could only hold on and grit his teeth.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Marc breathed, his hand coming around to grasp Royce’s upper arm. “Fuck, yeah.”
The sound of a vehicle broke the moment and Marc yelped, then lost it. He laughed and winced as he pulled off Royce’s dick. Grabbing Royce’s hand, he turned and tugged them back into the room just as the red truck came around the corner. Royce was too sated from the best orgasm of his life to give a shit, but he stumbled along, gasping when Marc took the condom off him and threw it into the trash.
He ripped off the priceless quilt and they tumbled into the sheets. Royce stared at the fan lazily spinning above them as Marc plastered himself down Royce’s side. As sleep pulled at him, he tightened his arm and pulled Marc half onto his body. The man chuckled but did his thing. Slid one long leg over one of Royce’s and in between, and slid his fingers in the sweaty, oily hair on his chest.
“We need another shower,” he murmured, his voice hardly above a rasp.
“Later,” Royce whispered as he let himself luxuriate in the feel of Marc against him and fell asleep.
Knowing Angelo, he’d show up when he was good and ready. Marc knew he was here already, watching Royce, assessing his level of safety, before revealing himself to the man. He was probably out on the dance floor, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t spot the pretty man. He wondered if Angelo had cut his long, black hair. But he mostly wondered what Royce would think of him, or of the fact that Marc had slept with Angelo. After seeing him, Royce would get it.
There was nobody else out there like the thief.
Neither of them had been interested in more than having some fun together, and that they had. They’d gone their separate ways, staying friends.
It had certainly been nothing like what he was experiencing with Royce. Their afternoon played through his thoughts over and over as they’d been here waiting for Angelo. That had been the hottest experience of his life. His back, ass, and thighs still burned from Royce’s beard play, and he fucking loved it. Loved that every now and then, Royce sent a possessive hand to rub over those places like he knew they were extra sensitive. Like he was replaying their sex himself. Or reminding Marc that he was the one who’d made that skin prickly and responsive.
A couple of times, he’d even sent one finger over Marc’s hole and each time, Marc had shivered, his vision blacking out a little at the edges, because the heat, the desire that coursed through him, was just that powerful.
Marc had felt nothing like that before. He might have done some crazy things in his past, but he’d never made love outside with a panoramic view of Tuscany—never dreamed he’d have something like that. And it had been lovemaking all the way through, from the shower, to the sticky, oily cuddle afterward.
He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that his heart had started to beat for Royce Karras and that he was going to be devastated if the man left him.