Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Van kept going, kept jerking until another spurt landed on Shane’s stomach, in the trail of hair that went to his dick, and then another spurt landing on his cock.
“Goddamn, that was a good orgasm,” he said, his knees so weak he thought they might give out on him.
Shane reached out then, rubbed his finger in the come at the tip of Van’s dick, then pulled back, a string following along before it broke.
Van’s pulse suddenly sped up.
He reached over and turned Shane’s head to face him, the way he’d said he would like to photograph him. Positioned his arms on the rests. Shane already leaned back, his legs spread, his flaccid cock in a bed of hair—come on him.
It was almost perfect.
Van leaned down then and took Shane’s mouth. He didn’t know why, but he was surprised when Shane let him. He pushed his tongue in deep, kissed him hard, sucked on his lip; so when he pulled away, Shane’s mouth was red and swollen from kissing.
His head immediately went back into the position Van put it in.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this. It’s exactly the way I’d photograph you.” His hands shook, and he wished like hell Shane would let him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“You’re fucking beautiful like this. It’s exactly the way I’d photograph you.”
Van’s words made a small jolt of excitement race through him. The thought was…thrilling. Exciting in a way nothing in his life ever was. He typically liked calm. He went about his routine every day of work and his mom, because most variations in that usually meant something was going wrong. That his mom was in a depressive cycle.
Gay artists didn’t come to Last Chance, give him head, and talk about taking nude pictures of him. And even though Shane knew he wouldn’t do it, he had to admit, the thought was invigorating…freeing. Like stepping into another life, outside of that town, in the comfort of his own home.
He chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?” Van’s brows pulled together. “I don’t typically have men laughing after I suck them off.”
“Just thinking how fucking crazy this is. I’m naked, laid out by Maxwell Sullivan, who has his dick out and just swallowed my come. Oh, and he’s an erotic artist now, who is telling me how he would take my picture.”
“Would you let me?” he asked.
The ember of excitement inside of him burned brighter, stronger. Still, Shane shook his head. “I don’t think so. You have plenty of California boys for that.” Goose bumps traveled across his skin. Christ, he wanted that. He wanted Van to take nude pictures of him. Wanted to feel like someone else, even if it was a lie. He wanted to feel like those men in the photographs.
Shane stood, grabbed his tee and rubbed the come off himself. He picked up his boxer trunks next and pulled them on.
“I understand. It’s not for everyone. I probably shouldn’t have asked, but if you don’t want to do it, make sure it’s because it’s not your thing and not because you don’t think you can. You forget, I’m not one of those California boys either.”
“You are now,” Shane reminded him. Van just shrugged.
Shane’s eyes traveled down Van’s body—the light dusting of hair on his chest and his soft dick still hanging out of his pants. He was sexy as sin, and he found it didn’t bother him as much as he figured it would that he wanted Van. “Put your dick away before we end up naked together again.” This time, in Shane’s bed.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” Van asked.
“I’m not sure,” Shane answered honestly. He sat down and Van sighed before tucking his junk away and sitting down with his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.
“I didn’t come over for this, but I can’t say I regret it either. I can understand why you might.”
Because their past was such a dark spot in both their lives.
But the thing was…he didn’t regret it. This, what happened, felt good and he needed things in his life that felt good. Things that were for him. “I’m not going to pretend it’s not weird, but I don’t regret it. I enjoyed the hell out of it—I mean, it’s head.”
Van smiled. “Good point.”
And because despite their past, having Van there made Shane feel a little less lonely. He could only compare it to the feeling of being with Caleb all those years ago. Someone there, in Last Chance, that he could connect with on a different level. Ryan was great, but it was different to spend time with another gay man. It might be easier to ignore if that was the only piece of the strange, new friendship with Van that felt good, but it wasn’t. They both had skeletons in their closet that he didn’t come across often in Last Chance.