Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Charged, perfect, that kiss rocked through him until his body came alive each time Fox’s tongue slid into him in intimate suggestion, stroking deep; each time their bodies moved together as slickly as if they were glazed in wet glistening sugar, caging fire inside. The damp sleekness of Fox’s body overwhelmed Summer, steaming against him and jolting him with little erotic rushes of awareness each time he felt flesh to flesh. Heat to heat.
Lust to lust, as the tangled pressure of their bodies grew too taut, too hot to bear, arousal undeniable and his cock desperately straining against his swim trunks.
He let himself be pushed back toward one of the lounge chairs on the side of the pool, Fox’s hands on his waist, Fox’s tongue tracing his lips, Fox’s body so tight against his with nothing between them but the thinnest layers of cloth, Fox’s tall, perfectly sculpted, sinuously elegant body moving hard against Summer’s as he tumbled Summer down to the chair.
Then weight—God, he loved Fox’s weight atop him, loved those moments when Fox lost control and pinned him to the desk or against a wall, loved this moment when his world narrowed down to heat and hardness moving over him with absolute dominance and control, Fox settled between his legs and the wet rasp of cloth to cloth, cock to cock, fire to fire as Summer arched, writhed, surrendered himself to the feeling of Fox crushing him with the caged power writhing under that taut skin, Fox kissing him as though he was the air Fox needed to breathe, desperate and deep and driving hard and hot, mimicking with borderline obscene thrusts of tongue to Summer’s tingling lips until he was gasping, sizzling, seared with the need for more than just this momentary kiss that would tease and flirt and taunt and never give quite enough to sate the dark, heady wanting inside him.
So he clung while he could—moving with Fox as Fox arched and drove his hips against him, grinding hard, leaving him dizzy with wild shocks of friction-burn pleasure and shocking bursts of need that took his breaths away, Summer clutching at Fox’s hips to pull him in deeper, begging with his lips, with needy little bites, asking please, please. He’d never wanted anything like he wanted this: Fox pinning him, Fox claiming him, Fox whispering against his lips.
Whispering his name.
“Summer,” Fox breathed, tracing his upper lip in an erotic rasp of sensation. “Summer.”
“Fox,” Summer answered—then broke off in a moaning, desperate cry as Fox’s hand slipped between them, molded over his swim trunks, cupped his cock in knowing, deft fingers that kneaded in perfect rhythm, just enough pressure to make him burn for more and yet never enough to fully satisfy, leaving Summer’s toes curling, his head tossing side to side and back, thighs aching and clenching against the bulk of Fox’s body as he whimpered, as he pleaded without words, as he thrust himself up into that tormenting hand that was everything he wanted and nothing he needed.
Those silver eyes watched him, fixed, intense, as if Fox could see nothing else...and he gripped Summer tighter through the fabric, molding to his shape, thumb tracing under the head of his cock as Fox breathed, “Do you want me, Summer? All of me?”
Summer stilled, struggling to process those words through pleasure that bordered on pain as fabric teased against hyper-sensitive flesh, struggling not to just give himself over in a writhing mess as he looked up at Fox dazedly with his legs spread and his hips lifting in involuntary little convulsions. Did...did he mean...?
Summer licked his lips, his mouth aching, hungry, and nodded slowly. “I...fuck, I’ve...wanted that for so long, Fox...”
“Have you?” Pale eyes lidded, and Fox dipped two fingers downward between Summer’s legs, stroking over the swell of his balls against the tight fabric and making Summer jerk, catching a sound in the back of his throat, as his cock bucked and surged in response. “We have a problem, then, since we seem to be without adequate lubricant.”
Summer flushed, the heat that roiled through his body seeming to concentrate in his face for a few moments.
And, with shaking fingers, he reached over the side of the chair to where he’d discarded his jeans in a heap, feeling around in the back pocket until he came up with one of several little portable blister packs of lube, holding it up between two fingers sheepishly.
Fox arched a brow, expression going flat. “Have you really been keeping—”
Summer grinned breathlessly. “I always had hope.”
Fox rolled his eyes.
Plucked the lube from Summer’s fingers.
And stole his grin from him with another kiss, a burning thing that tore at Summer’s senses with an onslaught of pleasure—and lifted him up into a near-assault of touch, of taste, of the rush of breath storming between them in urgent swells.