Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
to pull away, but he didn’t. Instead he groaned into Jez’s m outh and kissed
him m ore hungrily. The rasp of his stubble on Jez’s was alien and thrilling,
and the size and strength of Mac’s hands as he slid them up the back of
Jez’s T-shirt and stroked them over his skin were so different to what Jez
was used to. He shivered.
“Sorry, are they cold?” Mac m urm ured.
“Yeah, but don’t stop.”
Overwhelm ed with arousal and the thrill of finally getting to touch
Mac like this, Jez wanted m ore. He was done being cautious. Mac had
started this, and Jez was going to take what he could get while it lasted. He
kissed Mac again, hard and deep, and slid his hands up the front of Mac’s
T-shirt, palm ing over the ridges of Mac’s abs and up to his chest. Mac’s
skin was sm ooth, and his nipples hardened under Jez’s teasing fingers. Jez
stroked and pinched lightly, and Mac whim pered, pressing his hips harder
into Jez.
Jez broke the kiss to pull his own T-shirt off, craving skin-on-skin.
“Yours too,” he dem anded.
Mac only hesitated for a second before com ply ing.
They kissed again, and the contact of their warm , bare chests
pressing close together m ade Jez’s balls ache with the need to com e. So
good, so fucking good. He grabbed Mac’s hips and hauled him closer,
grinding their erections together. It was am azing, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Com e on,” he gasped out between kisses, pushing Mac towards the
bed. “Lie down.”
They fell sideway s onto the m attress, breathless and laughing as the
springs squeaked. Jez kissed Mac again. He couldn’t get enough of it. Mac
was so big and strong, sexy in a way that Jez hadn’t fully appreciated
before. As they kissed, Jez got his hands on Mac’s fly and fum bled with
the buttons, clum sily unfastening them so he could reach inside for Mac’s
cock. Once he’d got Mac’s erection free, he did the sam e for his own,
then started to stroke Mac in earnest.
“Oh,” Mac gasped.
“Yeah.” Jez’s voice cam e out sounding wrecked. Mac’s hot silky
hardness in his hand felt am azing. He thrust his own cock against Mac’s
hip, hissing at the catch of rough denim on his sensitive cockhead.
Mac took the hint and wrapped his large hand around Jez, and Jez
fucked into the grip of Mac’s fist, biting back a m oan.
It was m essy and desperate, all biting kisses, stroking hands, and
awkward thrusting. Jez was rem inded of his first hand j ob—m ore
enthusiasm than coordination, but it hadn’t m attered because it was
som eone else’s hand on his dick and that was all he’d cared about. Now
this was hot because it wasn’t j ust som eone else. It was Mac, his m ate, his
straight m ate, and this was all kinds of fucked-up and probably really
unwise, but Mac was kissing Jez like he owned him , and apparently Jez
was a total sucker for that.
He clim axed with an undignified whim per, slicking the tight channel
of Mac’s fist with warm com e as he turned and pressed his face into
Mac’s neck. He didn’t want Mac to see his expression. He was too raw, too
exposed, afraid of what Mac m ight find there. As he shook with the force
of it, Jez was dim ly aware of the hot splash on his belly as Mac cam e too.
They lay panting for a few m om ents, the pounding beat of Jez’s
heart slowly settling as their breathing slowed. He drew back until he
could see Mac’s face. Mac’s ey es were open, and his lips curved in a
sm all sm ile. Jez wanted to kiss him again, but it felt like the m om ent had
passed, and he was afraid Mac m ight not want that.
Instead, Jez closed his ey es and drifted, not ready to m ove y et. Still
woozy from beer and com e-drunk on top of the alcohol, he could have
fallen asleep like that: sticky and half-naked on top of his duvet. But Mac
m oving brought him back to reality. Jez opened his ey es and watched as
Mac sat up, holding his hand out in front of him and grim acing.
Jez chuckled. “I’m out of tissues, sorry.”
The bed shifted as Mac stood. He pulled up his j eans and picked his
T-shirt up from the floor and used it to wipe his hand. Jez lay unm oving.
His cock was still out, wet and softening against his thigh, but he was too
tired and fucked out to care as Mac stared at him in silence, his face hard
to read in the dim light. A car horn sounded out on the street and broke the
spell.
“I’d better go,” Mac said.
Jez didn’t want Mac to go y et, but he couldn’t think of the right words
to m ake him stay. He was too tired to be coherent. “’Kay … night.”