Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
He trembled all over as he nodded. Leaning forward, I teased the rim with my tongue, and his hips thrust against the mattress, seeking friction. “Ah, fuck.”
I took my time making him feel good, licking around the rim, then pressing in with light jabs of my tongue. I loved drawing those pleading sounds from him and feeling his muscles contract as I fitted my tongue farther inside.
Allowing him a bit of a reprieve, I reached for the bottle of lube and messily doused my fingers. I leaned forward to kiss down the knobs of his spine, then nibbled the meaty part of one cheek. “I’m gonna stick a finger inside you. I think it’ll be easier if you get on your knees for me.”
He did as instructed, lifting to all fours and jutting his ass out, which made me lose my breath. “Fuck, just look at you. I want to eat you whole.”
“You’re practically already there,” he teased, and when he looked back at me, his eyes were soft and playful, making my chest ache something fierce.
“Mmm.” I squeezed a cheek. “Someone likes my tongue.”
“Maybe a bit too much,” he confessed.
“Then let me eat you out a little more.” Without waiting for a response, I went at him, licking, kissing, and spearing him with my tongue until he was a begging, sobbing mess.
When I drilled my finger inside his hole, he gasped, his head dropping forward. Gooseflesh lined his spine as I added a second digit and sawed in and out of his ass. His knees nearly gave out when I found his prostate, so I firmly held on to his hip. “I’ve got you.”
My own cock was aching, so I released my grip on him to give it a good stroke. I moaned as I watched my knuckles disappearing inside his hole, making sure he was nice and ready for me. Then I slid the condom toward me and tore it open with shaky fingers before lubing my cock and pouring the silky wetness on his rim, which only made him squirm more.
“Lane.” I wound my arm around his chest, lifting him to me, my lips against his ear as I lined up my cock to his hole. “Tell me again how you always wished it was me.”
“Every time I touched myself, I pretended it was you.” He shivered and angled his cheek against mine. “Only you.”
It hit me square in the chest how much I adored this man. How much I wanted him all to myself. But I only had tonight.
“Fuck, Lane.” My hand cradled his skull as I tilted it just far enough to smash our lips together in a sloppy, needy kiss. “I need inside you.”
“Please,” he pleaded against my mouth. “Need it too.”
His mouth opened on a silent gasp as I pressed forward, just the head of my cock stretching his hole, giving him time to adjust to the girth. I clenched my teeth, trying to hold myself back because it already felt amazing. “Does it hurt, baby?”
He shook his head. “It feels different this time. Better.”
I reached around his waist for his cock, gripping it firmly and stroking upward since it’d waned a bit, likely from the sting of our initial contact.
“I wish this was us all the time,” I whispered against his ear as I rocked my hips, my cock stabbing shallowly inside him. “You can’t fault me for that. This is too fucking good.”
He moaned and swayed, completely lost to the sensation, but his hand reached down to where mine was anchoring his hip, and he tangled our fingers together.
Maybe I shouldn’t have uttered those words, but I had no regrets. I’d thought about him and this very scenario too many nights to count, visualizing the sort of intimacy we’d talked about in group. Having a second chance at happiness.
I pulled out a bit, then worked my way back inside him with slow, steady thrusts of my cock. He was tight and warm, the connection between us only heightened like this. Before I knew it, the rhythm grew faster, my shaft driving deeper as he moaned.
My hand left his cock to trail up to his throat. I kissed his head as my fingers found his pulse. He trembled, vibrant and alive, our heartbeats nearly synchronized, galloping in our chests.
Delaney began rocking backward, pleading with me to go harder. Every time my dick brushed that spot inside him, he clenched and shuddered, spurring me on.
My breaths ragged, I was barely hanging on yet hoping to prolong this bubble of perfection. I licked at the line of sweat at his nape right before he fell forward onto his elbows and thrust backward, impaling himself on my cock. “I need you, Marc.”
I watched as my shaft split him in two, disappearing between his downy cheeks. My fingers tightened on his hip, my orgasm building like a lit fuse, the intensity nearly blinding. His hand was working his cock, and his skin flushed a rosy pink as he bowed his back and shuddered, coming apart at the seams.