Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Sliding his lips from Justin’s mouth and along his jaw, Gabriel bit hard on his throat. The pain was swept away almost as quickly by a swipe of his tongue. Then he was moving up to his earlobe, licking carefully along the shell until a surprising whimper left Justin’s parted lips.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Gabriel said in a low, harsh voice that made Justin’s cock leak. “You’re going to hold your legs up to your chest and beg me to fill you.”
Justin’s dick swelled at that promise, and he was so fucking ready to make it happen, but he wasn’t the type to just hand himself over like that. Gabriel had to work for it. And based on the absolutely feral smile Gabriel directed at him, the man was counting on it as well.
“You think you can handle me?”
“Definitely.”
Justin bucked up, and Gabriel would have been ready for it if Justin had simply been attempting to roll them down the bed, but he dug his heels into the side of the mattress and tossed them both to the floor in a painful heap of tangled limbs. A sheet was caught between them, threatening to hold them up. They wrestled, rolling around on the floor. Gabriel swore under his breath in Russian, and Justin nearly laughed that he wasn’t trying to hide it any longer. The man was solely focused on topping the fuck out of him.
Releasing his arms, Gabriel grabbed a handful of Justin’s blondish brown hair and pulled his head back. Justin snarled, then sighed as Gabriel licked across his Adam’s apple and along his collarbone. Justin grabbed on to Gabriel’s shoulders, but he stopped in the middle of trying to shove the man away as that wicked tongue swirled around his nipple. Gabriel lifted and lightly blew across the damp flesh, watching as it hardened into a tiny peak.
Gabriel steadily worked down his chest, being careful to stay away from his still-tender side. There was a roughness to his hand as it followed Gabriel’s mouth, reminding Justin vaguely of the bandage that still covered his stitches. Their minor wounds weren’t hindering them.
“Oh fuck, supplies!” Justin finally managed to choke out as Gabriel’s wonderful mouth reached the elastic waistband of his pants. “Do you have supplies in here?”
Gabriel’s head popped up, and he looked at Justin in confusion. He almost laughed. Between the two of them, he doubted they had more than a single brain cell sucking up any blood or oxygen. Justin hadn’t wanted to stop them, but damn it, he didn’t want to stop at a more critical moment.
“Lube and condoms? Do you have them?”
Gabriel swore again and shook his head. Then his eyes dropped to the impressive tent that had formed in Justin’s pants. He started to dive in when Justin shoved him off and pushed to his feet. Gabriel looked up at him like a child who’d had his favorite toy stolen away…until Justin extended his hand to the man, helping him to his feet.
“Got all that in my room,” Justin promised. He grabbed Gabriel’s mouth in a quick, brutal kiss, then tugged him down the hall and into his bedroom.
Justin let go of Gabriel’s hand and walked straight to the nightstand where he’d stashed his supplies in the top drawer. He tossed the bottle of lube onto the bed and was tearing into the box of condoms when Gabriel came up behind him. His sleep pants were suddenly ripped down his legs to his ankles. His stunned gasp turned into a hiss when Gabriel stepped right into him, pressing his hard dick into the crease of his ass. Just hot flesh against hot flesh. He didn’t know when Gabriel had lost his briefs, and he wasn’t complaining.
Arms came around his chest. One wrapped upward so that his hand clamped on to Justin’s shoulder, holding him pressed against Gabriel’s strong chest. The other hand slithered across his stomach. Justin sucked in a breath when those long fingers wrapped around his hard dick and slowly stroked.
“I could fuck you just like this,” Gabriel whispered in his ear. As he spoke, he shifted his hips forward, thrusting. His leaking cock rubbed across his entrance, and Justin found himself pushing back. It had been years since he’d bottomed, but he fucking wanted it now. Wanted it so bad he was ready to beg Gabriel for it.
“Yes,” he hissed as Gabriel continued to move. The lube was just a couple of feet away and the condom was pressed between his trembling fingers, but he couldn’t move. It all felt so damn good. The desperate part of his brain was terrified that if he moved, if he did anything, Gabriel would stop his stroking and thrusting.
“But first I want to get a better look at this ass I’m about to own.”