Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Ansel sang.
“Soon, Angel. Soon.”
“God, Fitch. Please.” It was the hitch in his lover’s throat that pushed him into action. His hand shook when he grabbed the condom packet. He tore it open without finesse and rolled it on just as awkwardly.
“Okay,” he said.
As soon as Fitch plunged in, they both sighed. Fitch wrapped himself around the other man and breathed. Ansel clenched his ass and the shock wave rippled down Fitch’s cock to his balls then ricocheted up his spine. Groaning, he ground himself deeper into his lover. He held him tight to his chest as he moved his hips in little circles.
“Goddamn, Angel. You feel so good.” He clutched at his dancer’s body, buried his face in his shoulder, and urged them both to climb higher and higher.
Ansel’s only reply was a panting, heated moan.
It was the timeless give and take of a lust that had the power to rip worlds apart. They moved together again and again until Fitch’s skin was slick with sweat and Ansel glowed. If he could have made the minutes slow he would have, but too soon he was clenching his teeth to keep the peak at bay. He needed Ansel with him when he let go. For some reason, it felt necessary that they reach the end together.
“Not gonna last.” His balls got high and hard, his cock swelled.
Fighting the pleasure, he reached around and fisted Ansel’s half-erect cock.
“Yes, fast and hard.”
Fitch tightened his grip and quickened his strokes until Ansel was trembling in his arms and groaning into the sheets.
“That’s it, Angel, I need you to come with me.”
“Yeah. Fuck, Fitch.”
They moved together with increasing speed. Their skin slapped, their huffed breaths mixed. Before long, they were both shouting their release into the darkness.
* * *
Ansel stirred to consciousness when the warm wet cloth wiped his ass. He was disoriented until he opened his eyes and saw his lover’s content face looking down at him.
“I got you,” Fitch whispered in that deep sexy voice.
His pulse fluttered. “What happened?”
Fitch’s grin was incorrigible. “I fucked you into oblivion.”
“You wish.”
Fitch pressed a kiss to his temple, chuckling. Ansel would’ve fought the tender care, but he couldn’t be bothered. Every muscle in his body had forgotten how to move.
He didn’t remember a time when he’d been showered with so much adoration. He was a spotlight whore, he loved attention, but it had always been shallow. What Fitch gave was a whole different animal. It felt good. He closed his eyes again and let himself enjoy being cared for.
“Are you always so attentive after sex?” he asked. “I bet the girls eat that up like candy.” Good, just the right amount of callousness.
“I try,” Fitch answered with a final swipe between his legs. He dropped the cloth to the side of the bed and curled around him.
Fitch was a giver. Everything he’d witnessed so far about the man proved it. But who took care of Fitch? It seemed like he was always doing stuff for everyone else, being the designated driver for his sister, taking care of the business for his dad, watching over his mom, and even showering Ansel with affection. For the first time since they met, Ansel wanted to do something for Fitch. Something special. He just didn’t know what.
“You don’t have to do it for me. I’m not a damsel. I won’t get offended if you fuck and run.” He peeked at Fitch’s face to see his reaction.
One brow lifted, Fitch asked, “Is that what usually happens?”
Ansel tried to shrug, but he still had trouble communicating with his muscles. “Pretty much.”
Fitch shifted closer. “Not my style.”
He could so easily get sucked in by Fitch’s sincerity. He rarely met people as true and honest. Those he found became permanent fixtures in his life. Ange, the boys, Ray—they were all good, caring people. It had hurt so much to lose Ray. He didn’t know if he could handle losing any of the others. And Fitch? There was no chance what they’d started would last. But he couldn’t stop himself from burrowing deeper into the promises held in those deep brown eyes.
He was such a fucking fool.
Gathering as much strength as he could, he rolled away. A lame attempt at distance with the even lamer excuse of checking the time.
“How long was I out?” It was already four in the morning. The sun would be up soon and even though it was Easter Sunday, he had to work.
“Don’t worry. I’ll leave soon.” Fitch hooked his middle and pulled him back against his hard body.
God, he was warm. Ansel sighed and snuggled into the comforting heat. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure,” Fitch said as he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
“I’m not trying to kick you out, but I do have to work in, like, five hours.”