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 struggled to regain his composure. Slowing down, even just a little, felt like he was dying of thirst and Fitch was the only cure. Just because he couldn’t help himself, he sucked Fitch’s throat, then his chest, his belly button, then his pelvic bone. With each kiss, Fitch’s panting slowed, but his moaning grew louder.
“Knees up,” Ansel murmured between kisses.
Fitch complied, raising his head enough to make eye contact. His mouth hung open, his cheeks ruddy.
“I’m going to show you how good this can feel.” Ansel maneuvered himself between Fitch’s legs.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ansel’s tongue was made of magic. Fitch’s hips surged up without conscious effort because what his lover was doing felt so damn good. His cock leaked steadily onto his tense abs, and his thighs hadn’t stopped trembling since Ansel began.
It seemed like Ansel had been at it for hours. His appreciative moans were muffled because his face was pressed so deep, but they still stirred Fitch’s passion higher. Impossibly high. Any minute now and he’d fly apart. Every slight wisp of air across his cockhead tightened his balls painfully.
“Angel,” he chanted over and over again.
His body couldn’t make up its mind, to seek the pleasure or to run from it. It was too intense. He fought with himself, thrusting up then back, and up then back, in constant conflict. But Ansel held on, both arms wrapped around his thighs, his long and slender fingers digging with a strong grip, spreading him open.
Christ, he had never been so vulnerable before, with everything on display. He let his head fall back to the pillow as sweat beaded on his forehead. Watching Ansel’s partially buried face just pushed him higher.
“God, fuck,” he groaned while clutching the sheet near his hip.
Somehow, his lover swirled his tongue just right and caused Fitch to shout and vault up again. At his reaction, Ansel chuckled but didn’t stop. Their combined hunger and panting breaths, the curses and moans, every grunt and holler, heightened his desire until he was right at the peak, ready to come without anything touching his cock. Just one more thrust of that sweet tongue and he would die.
But, as if he knew, Ansel withdrew. Following one slow, gentle swipe, he slid up to his knees and kissed Fitch’s pelvic bone when he whined.
Yes, he fucking whined. Like a goddamn child. His balls ached, his muscles were so heavy he couldn’t move, and his cock was ready to split itself in two. So, yes, he whined. And if he didn’t get some relief soon, he might even cry. But, his lover just smiled and massaged his thigh while he reached to the drawer and pulled out the lube.
“Not much longer.” Ansel’s soothing voice calmed Fitch enough to realize what was coming next.
He tensed at the pop of the cap.
Ansel immediately focused the full intensity of his eyes directly on him. “I’ll take it slow. No pain, I swear.” He squeezed a healthy dollop of gel onto his fingers without breaking eye contact.
Mouth dry, Fitch labored to get the words out. “I know. I want you inside me.”
Those green eyes heated, the lids drooping seductively just as Ansel’s slick fingers found his asshole. Because of the foreplay, he was already relaxed enough that the first digit didn’t hurt.
“Nice,” Ansel whispered. “That’s it, just stay loose for me.”
With his dry hand, he rubbed Fitch’s flank. And it was a little embarrassing that the action went a long way toward calming him down. Though it was nice seeing Ansel be so sweet and caring. If he wasn’t already in complete and utter love with the man, this moment would have pushed him to it.
Ansel took his time, spending minutes stretching him with one finger, then two. Scissoring and twisting before adding more lube and another digit. His ass stung, but not in a bad way. It was a tightness that warmed and pulled until all his focus was on that point, on feeling more of the sweet burn. He wanted to be full.
“Damn, you’re so hot.” Ansel’s tone was full of awe as he pulled his hand away. “I think I could spend a lifetime like this.”
Fitch’s stomach tightened and his pulse raced, captured by Ansel’s confession.
A lifetime.
I love you. Stay with me.
Ansel ripped open the condom and rolled it over his cock.
“Ready?”
Mouth full of things he didn’t want to spill out, Fitch nodded.
Ansel positioned himself and bit his bottom lip, still smudged from their kiss. He glanced down to where their bodies were about to join, then looked up. Their eyes connected and he didn’t look away even while he slowly forced the head of his cock through the breach.
“Push out for me,” Ansel grunted.
Fitch obeyed, every ounce of air in his lungs rushing out through his lips as Ansel penetrated him. He lifted his hips and welcomed the invasion.