Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“As you wish, young Master,” Brand rumbled—before those devious fingers went to work.
If Ash had thought Brand was a demon before—he was Lucifer himself now, as he teased and tortured Ash through the fabric of his slacks. The friction of fine weave turned every caress into a rough and dragging torment as deft fingers stroked his entire length, searching, seeking, leaving him writhing, pressing his thighs together as if he could make the hot, almost painful lances of pleasure shooting up inside him stop. But that only trapped Brand’s hand against him, pressure firming only to ease, erratic and leaving him strung on edge, never knowing when Brand would tease him with light, sharp-shock shivers or the tight, controlling grip of a firm palm that knew just how much pressure was too much pressure, and just how much pressure skated that thin edge to leave Ash keening.
He moved helplessly beneath Brand, catching whimpers behind his clenched teeth as each stroke left him slicker and slicker with pre-come, making his boxer-briefs and slacks glide against him, dripping down the length of his cock to lick in sensitive runnels over his skin. He felt so empty inside, a tight deep throbbing, and every touch only made it worse. Brand…Brand was learning him, he realized—exploring with his strokes and, every time he found something that made Ash toss his head back and claw his fingers against Brand’s scalp and cry out in breathless gasps…doing it again.
And again.
And again, until Ash was so close he nearly lost himself, hips jerking upward in sharp shudders, as Brand circled his thumb beneath the fabric-shrouded head of Ash’s cock.
“Brand!” he pleaded, nearly sobbing. He wanted more than this—wanted that emptiness sated, wanted to feel with someone, but Brand had him curled in agony.
Until that touch stopped, long, strong hand curled around his cock, cradling it against fabric he’d soaked again and again with drips of pre-come so thick their musky scent burned on the air between them and he could taste himself on every shallow, indrawn breath.
He forced his eyes open, looking up at Brand—who watched him with that same inscrutable regard, yet in this moment it was a darkly dominating thing, and Ash shivered as that gaze raked over him, taking him in as though he…as though he belonged to Brand, as though the man were master of every inch of Ash’s body.
Lightly, deliberately, Brand flicked his thumb against Ash’s fabric-shrouded cock head, and Ash jerked as pleasure-pain rocked through him. Brand tilted his head, studying him coolly. “You are not articulating what you want, young Master,” he breathed, a low and growling rasp. “Unless what you are trying to say is that you want me.”
Nearly mewling in the back of his throat, Ash tried to pull himself together enough to find words—but then Brand flicked against him again and he could only jerk his shoulders, arching his back, lifting his hips into that touch. “I…mnhh…I w-want…I want you,” he managed, his mouth aching with the words, with the need for contact, his tongue tracing them. “Please, Brand.”
“And how do you want me, young Master?” Brand mocked—ever in control, stringing Ash along until he wanted to scream in pure frustration. “Shall I finish this now, and leave you sated? Or is there something else you want of me?”
Ash’s cheeks burned. There was both desire and shame in this, in wanting so desperately, in feeling so deeply, in begging so brazenly. He lowered his eyes away from that gaze that tore into him, searched deep, sought out everything that made him feel small, that made him want to submit to that hard, hot-sculpted body arched over his. He bit his lip, stealing a shy glance at Brand, then untangled his fingers from soft hair and brushed them to Brand’s lips.
“I want to feel you inside me,” he whispered. “I don’t want to be alone.”
Firm lips traced his fingertips. Brand’s hand fell away from his cock, slipping to rest on Ash’s stomach, before finding the button of his slacks.
“As my young Master wishes,” Brand breathed, then leaned down to kiss him once more.
Ash melted for that kiss, his mouth feeling like hot honey, his blood sweet syrup, his desire dark sugar. He was sticky wet candy for Brand to taste, and he went soft inside as that delving tongue took him over and searched deep and touched him in ways so intimate his entire body went liquid at a single slow thrust. There was something almost lewd about this, obscene, moving slow and hungry beneath Brand as the man stripped him down, left him naked, caught between cool sheets and the crisp fabric of Brand’s waistcoat and slacks. But when Brand started to unbutton his waistcoat, Ash caught his hand, breaking back from the kiss for a breathless moment.