Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 123873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Frenetic. Vicious. Grasping at each other, coming together in slamming roughness, pounding thrusts losing control until it wasn’t Brendan doing anything to Cillian or Cillian doing anything to Brendan instead of just the two of them lost together, crushing into each other, clinging tight, kissing and biting each other in a frenzy, nails digging everywhere, Cillian’s body making the glass reverberate in its frame every time Brendan drove in deep and immersed himself in that heat. He was barely aware when Cillian caught his hand, but when Cillian guided Brendan’s hand to his stiff, swollen cock and moaned, “Touch me…” into Brendan’s lips…
Brendan was only too happy to oblige.
He enveloped Cillian’s cock in his palm, felt its pulse and beat in time to his own heartbeat, stroked swift, stroked hard, stroked with every ounce of wanting in him as he waited for that clench, that shudder, that sudden lock that made it hard to move inside Cillian, capturing Brendan and slowing his thrusts in an agony of pressure crushing in all around his cock. Squeezing him. Holding him.
Milking him dry, as Cillian came in a shuddering, raggedly keening mess all over his hand—and his body convulsed around Brendan in shivers so powerful those tight muscles forced him over the edge. A thing like bursting, like dissolving, like tearing in two, and he stiffened, pushed Cillian harder against the window, grasped his hips, sought just…a little…deeper.
And came so hard he wrenched something inside, pouring into and all over Cillian until they were both dripping, tangled, and collapsing into each other like the heart of a collapsing star.
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CILLIAN WOULD HAPPILY STAY RIGHT where he was for the next few days.
He stretched across Brendan’s lap completely naked, while Brendan gently pressed his fingers inside him with the cool kiss of a soothing aloe gel after they’d gone at it raw with no lubricant other than Brendan’s pre and Cillian’s saliva. He’d be fine; that part of the body was, er…rather made to stretch and adjust.
But that wasn’t what it was about.
It was about relaxing and letting Brendan take care of him, rousing a lazy sort of pleasure that couldn’t quite hit arousal when he was so spent after some of the best sex of his life.
“Was that all right?” Brendan asked in a lazy, sated murmur. “I, er…kind of followed your lead…and you seemed to be enjoying it. I didn’t go too far?”
“No.” Yawning, Cillian shook his head, propping his cheek against his folded arms and pushing up a little toward that mixture of warm body heat and cool gel, soft pleasure inside him. “I…I wanted you to see me enjoying it. So you wouldn’t stop…and because…because I like when you watch me.”
A gruff sound floated over him, those fingers inside him stilling, before resuming their long, lazy strokes. “So I suppose that’s progress toward the day when you can beg me to stop, and I know that means you want me to hurt you more.”
“At your pace,” Cillian murmured drowsily. “No faster.”
“It’s not just me,” Brendan pointed out.
“…I know,” Cillian said, and hid his smile against his forearm. “But I want…to take this back. I want my things to be mine again. And doing that with you tonight…it didn’t remind me of him at all.”
Silence…before Brendan’s other hand fell to rest, warm and steady, between Cillian’s shoulder blades. “…good.”
With a pleased purr, Cillian just relaxed into Brendan’s ministrations, letting himself go lazy and lax. “…so was that Landon or Brendan hate-fucking my bones into jelly…?”
Brendan chuckled. “…little bit of both.”
“Whatever it was…that was bloody intense, mate.”
“…Cillian, I still can’t feel my toes.”
He peeked one eye open. “Not my fault.”
“Entirely your fault. Most people don’t make sex that intense.”
Cillian buried his face deeper into his forearms.
If only so Brendan wouldn’t see the smile that felt like it lit him up from the inside out, kissing his face with its warmth until he burned all the way down to his neck.
“I like that about you,” Brendan said softly. “That you just…love it so much. So completely wrapped up in it, and you don’t care who sees.”
“I care a little,” Cillian teased. “I’d prefer it were you. I would seriously rearrange my schedule for a year to make room for you to do that to me every night.”
Those stroking fingers thrust a little harder in a vengeful push, and Cillian hissed, arching his hips.
“Don’t flatter me,” Brendan grumped.
“…then don’t get me started again, or we’ll never get any sleep.”
“Decisions.” But Brendan gently drew his fingers free, and then his thighs shifted under Cillian as he leaned away, followed by the sound of tissue sliding free from a dispenser. “We should probably both sleep.”
“…tell me that that’s not you kicking me out. I don’t think I can walk.”
“You really are shameless.”
But Brendan slipped his arms around Cillian, half-coaxing him, half lifting him to sit upright, settled across Brendan’s thighs and facing each other. While Cillian rested his hands to Brendan’s chest, Brendan wrapped his arms around his waist.