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)
“Not all night.” Ansel laughed and the cool air fanned Fitch’s other nipple into the same reaction as its twin. “Just until you’re begging.”
With nimble fingers, Ansel flipped open Fitch’s pants and lowered the zipper while his lips played on his collarbone.
“That’s not gonna take long.”
Not long at all. Especially when Ansel slipped a hand into his boxers and gripped his throbbing cock in a sure fist. On the first pull, Fitch was already cursing to the ceiling. All his uncertainty about bottoming forgotten. As long as it was Ansel touching him, he didn’t give a fuck whose cock was in whose ass. Whichever way they made love, it would always feel amazing.
* * *
Ansel kept a tight hold on his libido and took his time undressing Fitch. He wanted tonight to be good. He needed to show Fitch the best part of bottoming.
He shoved the jeans and boxers down Fitch’s thighs and knelt to pull them off. Naked, Fitch looked down at him, his stomach sucked in and his chest still like he was holding his breath. Then Ansel mouthed the head of Fitch’s cock and all that pent-up air burst out of the guy in a low whine that drove Ansel crazy.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing those amazing lips around my cock,” Fitch said, his tone guttural and desperate in a way that fired Ansel’s blood.
He licked again. “Sucking you is one of my favorite things so I guess it works out for both of us.”
Fitch played with the loose strands of hair near Ansel’s temple. With a quick swipe from balls to slit, Ansel tongued the length until Fitch’s abs trembled. With one hand, he palmed the sack hanging between Fitch’s thick thighs and felt those muscles twitch at each caress.
The air grew thick around them, a mix of his perfume and the faint scents of sex and sweat. The candles Fitch lit earlier gave the room a romantic glow that suited the situation. He’d never been one for romance, but tonight was about more than just getting off. Tonight was about connection, and Ansel wanted to make sure they were on the same page. If he could make Fitch feel as good as he felt...Well, he was still a little too scared to put his wishes into words.
He closed his eyes and concentrated his efforts. He sucked and stroked in choreographed moves, up and down Fitch’s length while gently massaging the sack in his hand.
“Angel. Oh fuck.” The fingers in his hair tightened a fraction and he snapped his gaze up to see Fitch’s face scrunched into a mask of pleasure.
His own dick throbbed behind the zipper of his suit pants and he groaned. Fitch glanced down at the sound. When their eyes met, Fitch fisted his hair until it stung, those full lips parting as Fitch sucked in a breath. He whipped his hips back and forth in a crazed desperation until the balls in Ansel’s palm constricted.
Goddamn, that was hot. Ansel’s chest swelled with heat and affection as he stared into Fitch’s eyes. But he couldn’t let the night end so soon.
Instead of following through and allowing Fitch to climax, Ansel slowed the pace. Pressing two fingers into the stretch of skin just behind the sack, he gave the cock one final kiss.
“Don’t stop.”
“That was just the beginning, Grumpy Bear.”
He stood and pressed a small kiss to Fitch’s lips before adding, “Lie down.”
Fitch swallowed but didn’t argue. He moved into position so his head rested on a pillow, looking at Ansel expectantly. Standing at the foot of the bed, Ansel unfastened his pants. And if his hands trembled a little, he ignored it just like he did when he stepped out onstage. Nerves had to be expected when something mattered as much as this did, but he’d always been good at dealing with the pressure. Of course, nothing in his life had ever been as important as this. And he’d certainly never been anyone’s first before.
He took his time, moving to a song only he could hear because he knew Fitch enjoyed watching him dance. Plus, it helped him relax. Eventually falling into a familiar rhythm, he kicked off the slacks and shimmied his lace-clad hips while playing with the tie still around his neck.
“Damn, the way you move...” The pleasure in Fitch’s voice made him mad with pent-up desire. But seeing him reach down to squeeze his own package like he was afraid he’d come just from watching Ansel dance, well fuck, that was unbeatable.
With a quick breath, Ansel pushed off his shorts and climbed on the bed to join his lover. Like his heart, their kiss was frantic. They grasped at each other, clutching skin and muscle, raking fingers into flesh. Desperate, like they both understood the gravity of what was about to happen, and they were both overcome with need for it. If he were honest, it was hard to breathe, not because of the frenzy of desire, but because his throat was tight with emotion.