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)
“Looks good as new,” Justin said, his voice surprisingly rough as he carefully smoothed his thumb across the area where the stitches had been. “Interested in testing the hand out? Making sure it really is healed?”
Gabriel lifted his eyes to watch as Justin’s lush lips curled into a slow, wicked grin. That look should be illegal. It sent heat washing through Gabriel and blood rushing to his cock.
Bracing his other hand on the sofa, Gabriel shoved upward, slamming his mouth over Justin’s. They tumbled backward onto the couch, hands tugging at clothes, shoving garments out of the way so they could finally feel warm skin sliding against warm skin.
“Fucking insane,” Justin growled between bites at Gabriel’s mouth. Teeth clashed and Gabriel’s heart flipped as they tried to get closer and closer.
“What’s insane?” he managed to whisper as he kissed along Justin’s jaw to reach his ear. The man made the most wonderful noises when Gabriel licked and kissed his neck and throat near his ear.
“How much I want you. It’s never enough.” Justin sounded as if he was frustrated by their endless desire, but it didn’t stop his hands from tugging at Gabriel’s belt until he could get inside his pants.
A breathless chuckle left Gabriel when Justin manhandled him so that he was now pressed to the cushions and Justin on top of him. The throw pillows had fallen to the floor and their legs were hanging off the sofa, but he didn’t want to stop. He loved Justin reckless and desperate.
When Justin’s hand wrapped around his leaking cock and tugged, Gabriel swore violently in Russian. There was no point in trying to hide it any longer. He’d had enough slipups in the past few days that hiding was stupid. Justin could guess at his background all he wanted. At least he wasn’t demanding Gabriel talk about it. He just couldn’t.
Clenching his teeth, he fought back his own orgasm to pull at Justin’s pants. His fingers fumbled, refusing to follow his commands the first time. Justin was nipping at his lips again before plunging his tongue inside. The man owned him completely when they kissed, and for just this fraction of a moment, Gabriel was happy to hand all of himself over to Justin. He felt safe, cared for. Something he’d been sure he would never truly feel in his life.
“Fuck, G,” Justin moaned into his mouth when he got his fingers around Justin’s straining length. He stroked him hard and sure, driving him closer to the orgasm that was just outside their grasp. “Lube. Upstairs,” he panted. Each breath gusted across Gabriel’s face as Justin pressed their foreheads together. “We can fuck…”
“Too late for that. Make me come, Justin. Please,” he begged, thrusting into Justin’s hand while trying to keep up with the rhythm on Justin’s dick.
With a snarl, Justin released him and batted Gabriel’s hand away from his body. Before Gabriel could even gather his thoughts together enough to react, Justin gathered him even closer, lining their cocks up. He thrust, wringing a shocked gasp from Gabriel. Oh, God. The sensations, the friction, were even more delicious.
Digging his fingers into Justin’s powerful shoulders, Gabriel moved against him. His eyes closed, he was lost in the scent of sweat and sex. Justin’s harsh pants and broken groans of pleasure filled his ears. The world narrowed until there was only Justin and their bodies moving in their desperate rhythm, chasing the wonderful release.
Justin shouted suddenly, his movements faltering as his hot cum splashed across their stomachs. His hold on Gabriel tightened, pulling him in even closer. His orgasm set off Gabriel, sending a brilliant wave of pleasure rolling through him. He cried out Justin’s name and clung to him, willing the moment to never end.
But it did. Gabriel slowly blinked as thought returned to his blood-starved brain. He opened his eyes to find himself cradled in Justin’s strong arms as they were pressed as close as possible on the too-small couch. Justin’s head was resting on the arm of the couch, his eyes closed and his lips spread in the most blissed-out smile he had ever seen. It was like he was still lost in the perfect, if slightly absurd, moment.
“G Love,” Justin started in a soft but rough voice. “I think you’ve ruined me. I used to be a serious person.”
Gabriel closed his eyes and rested his head against Justin’s shoulder, trying to hold on to the happiness. This man holding him had certainly ruined him for his normal life. How was he supposed to go back to what he’d been doing without Justin?
In the past couple of weeks, he’d begun to live for Justin’s laugh. He looked forward to seeing that mischievous smile hinting that he was plotting something evil. Never in his life had he thought something like this was possible.