Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Sure, take more of my life force.”
“I’ll suck it out of you until I’m the real thing and you’re the shadow.” Dex imitated a cartoon villain’s laugh, but his hand still slid under Hammer to squeeze his ass. “You thought I was the sidekick when I was the hero all along.”
Was he… rocking his dick against Hammer?
And was it already getting hard again? Praise God for a horny twenty-two year old’s stamina.
“More like a villain, making me stray to your evil side,” Hammer whispered, holding Dex while the dick he’d just sucked rolled against his skin, demanding more attention. What kind of attention did it want?
“You’re already there.” Dex nipped on the skin of Hammer’s jaw. “I was actually thinking about my sidekick name and came up with Sheetman, you know, because of the plastic sheets he was meant to always suggest, but then I realized it sounds like Shitman, so we’re back to square one.”
Yep, Dex was most definitely pawing at him. The conversation didn’t seem to be a distraction either. The kid was just that casual about his touch.
Maybe that was what Hammer needed all along? Someone he could loosen up around, with whom he could truly be himself and need not be ashamed of anything he did or said? The hand felt out of place on his buttock, but it was warm. Had he been asked for permission, he might have overthought the whole man-touching-my ass thing, but now that it happened, he felt weirdly at ease with it.
And then there was that insistent rocking motion, the sweet dick rubbing against his flesh. His head was starting to spin.
“You sure? What will you do to keep me here?”
“Here?” Dex got bolder with his touch, daring his slip the tips of his fingers into Hammer’s crack. “Under me?” Dex lapped at his cheek with a silly grin. He really did have no shame.
Hammer’s brain was a white ball of nothing.
What was he to think? All he knew was that this felt good and that Dex’s smirk was damn hot, even if somewhat dangerous. After all, he felt confident that if need be, he’d be able to overpower Dex. “I— that thing you wanted to do to me?” The term for it momentarily escaped him. “You may do it.”
Dex’s pupils widened, and for a moment he rocked his cock faster in the tight grip between their bodies. “Yesss… you won’t regret it. In the most respectful way possible, I gotta say your ass is a masterpiece, and I’m gonna eat it so good.”
Hammer felt like all of him was a masterpiece when Dex stared at him with such boundless hunger. Like he was the tastiest of men, regardless of whether he took charge or relaxed, letting someone else take care of him. He didn’t need to always be a stone-hard presence, the way he felt compelled to when trying to woo women.
Dex backed off so that Hammer could flip to his stomach, and the voracious appetite for sex seemed to ooze off him. He’d met horny girls before, but Dex was on a different level.
How would it feel to be—that was the word—rimmed? Right now, when he looked over his shoulder at his lover’s flushed face, the dark eyes focused on his buttocks, and the hard cock jutting from between muscular thighs, all he wanted was to let go of any prejudice and let Dex show him.
“You haven’t disappointed me yet.”
“I will never,” Dex said with a deep breath.
Hammer wouldn’t call it a lie, but it was an overinflated statement coming from a man who notoriously made bad choices in the heat of the moment.
But when it came to this, he wanted to believe this dumb, hot, wonderful boy and grinned. “Seeing is believing.”
“No, feeling will be believing.” Dex sounded as happy as a dog who’d gotten an extra can of food. He didn’t waste any more time, and the way in which he forced Hammer’s thighs apart was so abrupt it left Hammer no time to assess how he felt about it. Dex’s lips were on the small of his back right away, but then he trailed kisses lower.
Shock tore through Hammer’s muscles at the decisive way his lover demanded access, but he willed himself to enjoy the exploration and let his cheek rest on the pillow as anticipation crawled all over his skin like ants on fire. “Less talking, more doing.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Dex trailed his tongue all the way between Hammer’s buttocks, and then pulled them apart with a little groan. The strangeness of this experience couldn’t be quantified, as it was both arousing and alien at the same time. Hammer wasn’t used to being passive, but to get this specific pleasure, he had to make himself available to Dex.
And since for once he was with someone not only willing to do it but eager, he wanted to shut out any prejudice about it and see if he liked it. Hammer never wanted to perform this on anyone himself, but sex wasn’t a tit-for-tat, so if Dex liked this, then why not let himself feel every stroke of that hot tongue?