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)
Ansel fisted the sheets as his body rocked up to meet the invasion. The steady, breathless curses were music to Fitch’s ears.
So damn good.
He licked in as far as he could, swirled around, then fucked Ansel with his tongue.
“Oh my God.” Ansel panted, his head tipped back, the tendons in his neck stretched taut.
It was perfect, just what he wanted, complete and utter surrender. Ansel wasn’t thinking about anything but the way Fitch made him quake. Fitch reached around a muscular thigh to grip his lover’s cock, fisting him in time with his tongue lashes.
Ansel’s voice reached epic heights and his strong grip clutched at the back of Fitch’s head, holding him in place.
“Oh Christ. Fuck. Don’t stop, damn it. Oh God. Fuck.” It went on and on. Ansel’s fingers dug into his skin and his hips whipped up with amazing strength.
Fitch didn’t stop. He didn’t slow. He kept up the punishing pace until Ansel froze. His noises stopped. He didn’t even breathe for one heartbeat. Then he exploded.
His roar echoed off the ceiling, his cock pulsed, and jets of semen covered his pale torso.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Fitch pressed one final kiss to Ansel’s thigh before crawling up. He kissed his lover’s come-covered belly, then his beautiful flat chest. He kissed Ansel’s throat, his chin, his flushed cheek. Fitch looked into his lover’s face. Finally, he kissed his lips.
Ansel only moved enough to drape an arm over his shoulders and kiss him back.
When they separated, Ansel still hadn’t caught his breath. “Where did you learn how to do that?” His voice was rough and croaky.
He chuckled. “I’m not touching that one.”
Ansel punched his side, but it was an odd angle and without real intent so he barely felt it, which made him chuckle harder.
“I can’t move,” Ansel said.
Fitch lifted himself up. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna do all the work. All you need to do is take it. Now, where’d you hide the lube?”
Ansel looked up from hooded eyes and pointed to the side table. “Everything is in there.”
He patted Ansel’s side as he moved to gather the supplies. “Can you flip over or do you need me to do it for you?”
“Fuck off.” Ansel flashed a crooked smile and shook his head. “I think someone is getting a little too full of himself.”
Ansel rolled over, rose to his knees, and nested his face on the pillows. Presenting his hole as if he were one of the porn stars Fitch had been watching all week. When Ansel noticed him staring, he winked.
“You really are a sassy one, aren’t you? Perfect name for your group, especially if the rest of them are like you.”
“Honey, I’m the queen of sass. Ain’t no one like me.” For emphasis he wiggled his ass.
“I’d certainly have to agree with that, Angel. You are one of a kind. A goddamn star.” He landed a light smack to Ansel’s beautiful behind.
“Fuck.” Ansel buried his face in the cushions.
“You look good in this position.” He lubed his fingers and began to massage Ansel’s passage.
Ansel grunted. “I look good in every position.” It was muffled because he was still hiding his face.
Fitch grinned, grabbed a handful of ass with his clean hand, and squeezed. “Can’t argue with that.”
Ansel was already relaxed so Fitch’s index finger was sucked right in. It was glorious, watching a piece of himself move inside his dancer. Last time, he hadn’t been able to watch. This time, he was going to memorize every moment. He pushed in as far as he could and rotated his wrist like a corkscrew. It wasn’t hard to locate the prostate, not when Ansel hissed and shoved his ass back for more.
“You like that?”
Ansel didn’t reply, he just buried his face deeper in the pillows and thrust his hips. Confirmation wasn’t necessary, but he wanted to hear it anyway. He loved hearing Ansel’s voice. He crooked his finger just enough to rub the gland and then he retreated. Ansel whined, punched the bunched-up fabric near his head, and then tilted his face so he could glare over his shoulder.
“Remember last time when I called you sadistic?”
Fitch bent and kissed Ansel’s spine even as his finger found the spot inside his lover’s rectum again. He rubbed it.
“Yes, God.” Ansel reached around to grab Fitch’s arm, undulating his body in a wicked dance while Fitch teased every knob of his spine. “More, please.”
With a growl, Fitch grazed his teeth over Ansel’s skin. He pulled out to add more lube, then he worked two fingers inside. Ansel’s body was a fire and touching it set him aflame. His pulse had gone from quick to so impossible, he saw fireworks. Still, he urged Ansel to open further. He used his hand and fingers as a tease for the real thing. For endless minutes, he thrust and twisted and scissored until Ansel was begging incoherently, his fingernails digging hard enough to break the skin on Fitch’s arm.