Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“I’m good. Did either of those morons flood a bathroom?”
Ian crossed the basement, the kneepads still covering his knees, and rolled his eyes. “I think Rowe turned off the water up there but wanted to be extra careful. Something about the age of your pipes or seals.”
When Ian was close enough, Hollis spread his legs a little more and grabbed some of that ridiculous T-shirt to tug him closer. There was no stopping the low rumble that moved up his throat as Ian’s groin pressed against his own. He slid his hands down to cup Ian’s ass while Ian arched against him. He loved how flexible and sinewy the smaller man was, moving as if he were part cat.
“Your friends are insane,” Hollis murmured against Ian’s lips before capturing them in a rough kiss that had Ian moaning. He thrust his tongue inside, quickly dominating his mouth before retreating again.
“Maybe,” Ian breathed. “But they’re harmless.” He brushed his mouth over Hollis’s, pulling away at the last second every time Hollis attempted to deepen the kiss. He liked playing this game, teasing him, building his frustration until Hollis finally picked Ian up and took exactly what he wanted. And it felt like every second of every day, he wanted Ian.
“Never call a man wielding a sledgehammer harmless.” He caught Ian in one more quick, drugging kiss before releasing him. “We should get back up there.”
“Why rush?”
Ian’s words were accompanied by a tug at his waist. He looked down to find Ian unbuckling his belt and starting to work the button on his jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice going rough. He knew it was a stupid question, but the blood was rushing out of his brain and straight into his dick, so he couldn’t be held accountable for idiotic questions. “You know we have no privacy here.” His words were accompanied by a soft hiss as one of Ian’s hands worked on the zipper while the other was already slipping inside of his pants and underwear to wrap around his cock.
Ian looked up and batted wide, guileless eyes at him as he started slowly stroking him. “And?” His expression morphed into something more wicked and his hand tightened around Hollis, eliciting a soft moan.
Hollis placed his hands back on the wall behind him. Ian chuckled and dropped to his knees, working to pull Hollis’s pants down his thighs. Thankful he’d given the man kneepads, he watched as his dick sprang free of his underwear. Ian immediately swiped it with his tongue, brown gaze locked on Hollis’s the entire time. A shudder went through him. My God, he loved this man—loved his confidence, his sexiness. He struggled to breathe and it wasn’t just because Ian was swirling his tongue around the tip of his dick, but that certainly wasn’t helping matters.
“Fuck, Ian,” he softly groaned. He glanced toward the stairs, making sure they were still alone. He could do this quietly, so the entire house didn’t know he was coming apart in the basement.
Ian flashed him one last cheeky grin and then took his entire length into his mouth, swallowing him down until his nose brushed against his pubic hair. The flat of his tongue ran along the underside of his cock while encasing him in the most exquisite warm, wet heat. He could feel his orgasm already building, tingling at the base of his spine as Ian proceeded to suck him. Ian moaned around him, sending the most delicious vibration down his length.
He lifted one hand and settled it on Ian’s head, threading his fingers through his slightly sweaty hair, fighting the urge to tighten in those silken strands and thrust into his mouth. Ian smoothed both hands up his thighs and around his ass, massaging the tense muscles there.
“So close, GQ,” Hollis bit out.
Ian tightened his hold on Hollis’s ass, spreading his cheeks slightly while tightening his lips around his cock. He was balancing on the edge when he felt one of Ian’s sneaky fingers slide down his crease to circle his hole. Not entering. Just putting enough pressure to shove him over the edge. His fingers instinctively tightened in Ian’s hair, and he was vaguely aware of him groaning in pleasure as he thrust forward, coming hard as he shouted Ian’s name. It was like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. The world swam and pleasure electrified every nerve ending as Ian greedily swallowed him down.
Blinking slowly, he leaned against the wall, panting loudly as Ian pulled away and wiped the back of his mouth with his hand. The cockiest expression spread across his face, and he’d definitely fucking earned that look. How the hell was he supposed to function for the rest of the day? He was ready to climb into bed and wrap his body around Ian for a long nap.