Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Well he had succeeded, hadn’t he? Jack felt utterly vulnerable, completely exposed. He wanted to trust Will, and there was a fledgling trust balanced delicately in his heart for the younger man, but the slightest wrong move on either of their parts could send it tumbling, or so he thought.
Stop thinking.
“Hey,” Will said softly, his voice low and sensual near Jack’s ear. “Where did you go? I feel like you’re off somewhere else right now. Come back to me.”
Jack startled, surprised Will could sense this. He pulled away from Will’s embrace and lay on his back, turning his head toward Will. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I guess I’m lost in my own head. I still can’t quite believe I’m here with you. I can’t get a handle on what’s going on between us.”
Will leaned up on his elbow. A sweep of his hair fell in a wave over his forehead. His eyes glittered in the light of the moon now risen and shining through the window. “It’s okay. We don’t have to figure everything out right now. Whatever is going on between us, I like it. I hope you do too.”
Jack didn’t reply, unable to admit he didn’t just like it, it was consuming him.
Will leaned down toward the bottom of the bed, where the sheets lay rumpled. He pulled them up over their naked bodies and lay back down. He closed his eyes. This gave Jack a chance to examine his face. The man was classically handsome, with his long, straight nose, square jaw, high cheekbones and smooth forehead. He was easily one of the best-looking men Jack had ever seen. Again he wondered what the hell Will wanted with him. Surely this guy could have his pick of any man he set his sights on.
He told himself not to look a gift horse in the mouth. For whatever reason, and for however long it lasted, at this precise moment, Will seemed to want him. And he wanted Will, oh yes he did.
Jack’s gaze moved down Will’s body. He could see his cock, still erect and outlined against the sheets. Tentatively he touched Will’s chest. Unlike his own, it was smooth. His skin was cool to the touch, the muscle hard beneath it. Will was smiling, just a hint curving his lips. Gathering courage, Jack pressed his hand against Will’s chest, feeling his heart tap a steady, strong rhythm beneath his fingers.
Holding his breath, Jack gripped the edge of the sheet between thumb and forefinger and dragged it down Will’s body until his cock was exposed. It lay stiff and long, pointing upward along his stomach. Jack’s cock was thicker, but Will’s was longer, the head large and fat. Could he possibly take such a thing into his mouth?
Will opened his eyes and bit his lower lip, the gesture erotic. “That felt nice, when you touched my chest. You have such strong hands. I like the way they feel on my skin.”
Jack placed his palm over Will’s heart. He stroked his way downward, feeling the hard muscle beneath the skin. He felt dizzy, trepidation and desire churning in equal measure in his gut.
Will had let his eyes flutter shut again. Jack understood he was giving him space—giving him time to adjust to what was happening between them.
Jack moved his fingers down to Will’s stomach until they were a fraction of an inch from his cock. Unable to resist, Jack touched the head with one finger. Will’s cock twitched in response and he moaned.
Jack’s own cock had fully recovered. The scale of his emotions tipped between nerves and desire, desire winning out. He gripped Will’s shaft. It was hot to the touch, a thick vein pulsing up the side. Will’s cock stiffened beneath his fingers. He didn’t dare look at Will’s face, focusing instead below the waist.
Shifting downward on the bed, he moved his face closer to Will’s crotch. He could feel his own heart thudding against his ribs. He moved closer still, so his nose was almost touching Will’s cock. He breathed in, aroused by the musky scent.
Dropping his hand, he tentatively snaked out his tongue and licked along the smooth flesh. Again Will’s cock twitched at the touch, though he was otherwise still. Cautiously Jack licked upward toward the spongy head, drawing a circle around it with his tongue.
He moved to get a better angle, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Slowly, his heart squeezing so tight he could barely breathe, he lowered his mouth over the bulbous head. He leaned down a little, trying to take it deeper. It already filled his mouth and he had managed barely more than the head. His heart was beating so hard he felt dizzy.
Will touched the back of his head. “Yes,” Will whispered, holding onto the “s” as he pressed gently against Jack’s hair. More of the shaft slipped into his mouth. Its head touched his soft palate and Jack gagged, not expecting it. Instinctively he jerked back and Will’s hand fell away.