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)
“I come prepared,” he teased. He’d made sure he was ready for Shane because that was exactly where he’d wanted to end up as quickly as possible.
“Yeah?” He felt Shane smile into his neck. “Hopeful?”
“Determined,” Van replied as Shane cupped his ass.
“I want to eat you out.”
“I want you to eat me out.” He’d hoped for it. Van winked at Shane who gave him a smile that made his goddamn knees go weak. There was something so fucking genuine about him. So honest.
Shane kissed him—his lips, his cheek, his neck, then kept going lower. He licked and sucked and kissed his way down Van’s body. Each rasp of his tongue or press of his lips made Van’s head spin. Made his dick leak.
Shane went down to his knees and sucked the head of Van’s dick and was rewarded when Van hissed, “Holy fuck, that mouth of yours about kills me.”
“Don’t let it do that,” Shane replied. “Turn around.”
Van did, putting his arms on the wall, leaned toward it, and arched his back with his ass out; ready and waiting for Shane’s tongue.
Shane bit one cheek then the other. Van’s eyes rolled back and he pushed his ass out more because he really wanted Shane’s face in it.
He groaned when Shane ran his tongue down his crease, top to bottom. “Tease.”
“So?”
“I hate you,” Van replied jokingly.
“I guess I should stop then.” Shane’s breath was a brush stroke across his skin.
“I’ll fucking kill you if you do.”
“Such violence.” Shane licked him again, his hot tongue making Van’s knees buckle. “How ’bout you hold it open for me? Lemme see your hole.”
Van had to close his eyes, concentrate real fucking hard so he didn’t blow his load all over the wall right then and there. You’d think no one had ever talked dirty to him before. “If you insist,” he teased before using his hands to spread his ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” Shane groaned behind him. “You’re the one who should be on camera. So fucking gorgeous, holding yourself open like that. Such a sexy, pink hole.”
“We could, ya know? I could set the camera up…get us together. Record us too, if you wanted.” He looked over his shoulder as Shane’s eyes darted up to look at him.
“You’ve done that before?”
“No.” But he’d do it with Shane. “It’s okay to want it though.” And something told him Shane did. That even though it surprised him some, he liked the idea of being on camera. Of seeing himself naked and on display while he fucked. “We’d be real beautiful together, Shane.”
And they would.
Shane didn’t reply, just kept his eyes on Van as he leaned in and rubbed the tip of his tongue against Van’s eager hole…and he was eager too.
“Sweet Jesus.” Van spread himself wider, gave Shane better access to devour him. Shane did too. His tongue ran over and over against Van’s pucker. Van’s legs shook. His insides trembled. He felt like a shaken-up soda can ready to explode, from each precise swipe of Shane’s tongue.
“I knew you’d taste good,” Shane said, mouth still in Van’s crease. He pushed his finger in then, making Van cry out. Shane just kept going, though—finger fucking and licking at Van like his goddamned life depended on it.
It just might be the death of Van.
He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue, pushing as deep as he could. Van’s right hand slid off his ass, as he pushed back, trying to ride Shane’s face, feel Shane’s scruff rub his tender crack as he just kept working Van with his tongue.
“Jesus, my dick is leaking all over the place.” He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it a few times.
“Me too. I need to get inside you.”
They were close enough to the bedside table that Shane could reach over, and pull a condom and the lube out. He pushed to his feet, ripped the package open, and slid the latex over himself.
“You want me to stay right here?” Van asked, shaking his ass a little. He loved to fuck standing up.
“Yeah.” Shane rubbed lube onto his erection, then held the base and rubbed it down Van’s crack.
There was a low rumble of excitement in Van that built stronger, louder with each touch. He thought he would burst out of his fucking skin if Shane didn’t get inside him soon.
As though he read Van’s mind, Shane stopped teasing and pushed past the ring of muscles, slid in deep and hard and when he bottomed out, they both let out a heavy breath in unison.
“This is gonna be quick,” Shane said into his neck.
“For me too.”
Shane pulled out to the head of his cock, then thrust forward again. Each pump of his hips made Shane’s dick hit his prostate with the perfect precision. Van felt like his muscles were melting. Like his fucking brain was turning to mush.