Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“He is gorgeous,” David sighed.
“He’ll look better full of you.”
Yes. I need it, David. Please.
David’s cock was fully erect and the sight of it made Rory shiver. “Stop me if I hurt you,” David said, his brown eyes dilated with arousal. “I mean it.”
Rory wouldn’t promise anything. He didn’t care if it hurt. As long as it was real. “David,” he rasped. “Please.”
“Fuck.” With Rig beside him, guiding him with low, seductive instructions, David started to work himself inside Rory, through his clinging heat, stretching him so wide his back arched off the bed in response to the pleasure/pain.
Yes!
“Look at his face. That expression. He loves it. Think about how long you’ve wanted this, David. How long you’ve both wanted this. Don’t hold back.”
Rig was the devil, and Rory was willing to sell his soul for this moment. He’d wanted it forever. To know how it felt to be split open and reformed around that unforgiving rod of flesh. Around David.
David is inside me.
When their hips were finally pressed together David froze, his chest heaving as he struggled for the air he couldn’t seem to get enough of. “Tight. Fuck, that’s the tightest…Jesus. I can’t—God, that’s so…”
Rory clenched his ass and David growled. “Unless you want this to be over now, you need to stop teasing.”
He stopped.
David leaned into him until Rory’s legs were over his broad shoulders, until his erection was pressed into David’s hard stomach and they were close enough to kiss. His eyes were blazing and hungry. Just like Rory’s dreams. “Is this what you needed, Rory?”
He gasped out a yes and David rolled his hips, not thrusting, just rocking deep inside him.
Christ. “Oh God.”
They both cried out at the indescribable sensation. So close they were one person. Not empty. Not alone. “Kiss me,” Rory begged, not caring that he was shaking like a leaf.
He lifted his head off the bed and captured David’s mouth with his own, wanting him inside him in every possible way. Loving him in every possible way.
David dragged his hips back a few inches before sliding in again and rocking. Circling. Over and over again, so slow they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat from holding back. Sweat that Rig wiped off both of them as he touched and kissed and encouraged them through every stroke.
It was the sexiest thing Rory had ever experienced in his entire debauched life. And he knew without a doubt this was more than fucking.
Love you. I love you.
He wasn’t sure how long it went on. How he stopped kissing David long enough to breathe and share a kiss with Rig. He wasn’t sure of anything but the sudden need to come. A need David was in perfect synch with as his thrusts began to speed up, his rolling hips now grinding almost painfully.
“David.” Rory was nearly incoherent. “Make me…”
“Yes,” David growled as their skin slammed together, wet and loud in the still bedroom. “Come for us, Rory. Let me see it. Give it to me.”
“David, I—” He shouted himself hoarse, body bucking as the climax hit him from so deep inside it felt like it was ripping him open. He came with his entire body, every nerve, every cell, every drop of his come splashing onto his stomach and chest with the force of his release.
David joined him as Rory’s clenching climax brought him over the edge. They clung to each other, trembling and touching, kissing until the crashing waves turned to ripples. Until they could think and feel and see again.
It was Rory’s first time making love.
It changed everything.
***
He walked through the door and scowled at the sight that greeted him. It looked innocent enough. Rig and David were cuddled on the couch watching television while Duck and Goose napped under the coffee table.
Lucky them, he thought spitefully. Enjoying all the perks of his cousin’s luxurious home while he smelled like antiseptic, sweat and wasted years. “Have a nice day, kids?”
They sat up slowly, both of them staring at him as if he were a ticking time bomb. His poker face was slipping again. Who did they want? Fun Rory? Lover Rory? Buddy Finn?
He couldn’t tell.
“We missed you,” David started carefully. “Rig almost went to the hospital to haul you back but I distracted him with mindless vampire angst. I thought you’d approve.”
Rory didn’t even glance at the show. Last night he’d experienced something so life altering he didn’t know how to comprehend it. It scared him, how perfect it had been. How right it felt.
This morning Noah and Wyatt had shown up and dragged him back to the hospital to talk to staffing about at-home care options for Elder.
Somehow, it had taken all day.
“Are you hungry?” Rig asked, standing and walking towards him as if he might take him into his arms. But Rory wasn’t ready for that yet and he stepped to the side. Out of reach.