Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He wanted to guard what they had. Protect it. If he had his way, they’d never leave the bubble of this room. But logic and his hunger pangs told him that wasn’t feasible.
He loves me.
Everything else was cake. Icing. As long as Hugo was in his life, he could do anything.
He could already see his old routine flying out the window, and they’d have to make concessions with their busy schedules and dueling family obligations, but they would work it out. Together.
A few months ago, he never would have dared to imagine things working out like this. Having the job he loved on his own terms, having the man he loved curled up against him in his bed. It was the kind of miracle that always happened to someone else.
You can’t take something like love for granted.
The secret of life according to Uncle Shawn, and he planned to follow that advice religiously. He’d gone too long without it not to know how necessary it was. How vital.
Solomon shifted slightly, his erection rubbing against the curve of Hugo’s ass. When he felt something else brush against him almost rhythmically he frowned, looking down through heavy lids to see Hugo’s wet fingers disappearing between his cheeks.
He was fucking himself while Solomon was sleeping? They’d both come twice already. “Already having fun without me?”
Hugo had bite marks on his lower lip where he’d been trying to keep quiet. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
Solomon’s cock reacted, but he needed to make sure. “What do you mean?”
He looked at him over his shoulder, eyes wide and needy, vulnerable. “I need all of you. I want to know how you feel inside me.”
Jesus. “Are you sure?”
Hugo slid his fingers out with a hiss and passed Solomon the lube. “More than sure.”
He drizzled the thick liquid over his shaft, his lashes fluttering as he rubbed it over his skin. Adding more to his fingers, he kissed Hugo’s shoulder as he slid first one, then two into his well prepped ass. “How long have you been up?”
Hugo was moaning quietly. “Long enough to feel you rocking against me in your sleep, to start thinking about how it would feel. To get my ass ready to take you.”
“Fuck, you feel ready.”
He reached back and stroked Solomon’s cock, making him moan. “I want you to fuck me. To love me like this.”
“Every way there is,” Solomon said against his back, replacing Hugo’s grip with his own and guiding himself slowly inside.
Yes.
Hugo bent his leg, opening himself up as Solomon stretched him carefully, his hands caressing every bit of skin he could reach. “I’ll never stop giving you what you want. Never stop loving you. God, you’re squeezing me like a fucking fist.”
He worked himself deeper with careful, shallow strokes, giving Hugo time to adjust, until he was pressed against him completely. Flesh to flesh. He slid an arm beneath his body and wrapped it around his chest like a band, his other hand clutching his hip. “I can’t get close enough.”
Hugo reached back and slid his fingers into Solomon’s hair, turning his head toward him to whisper, “Try.”
Solomon kissed him as he started to grind against him. Slow rolls, deep and languid, every inch of their bodies connected.
Hugo was shaking when he lifted his mouth. “What do you need?”
“You. Just you.” He lowered his leg and rolled onto his stomach, careful not to lose their connection. “I feel like… I don’t know. So damn much. I need you on top of me.”
Solomon growled against his neck, pinning him to the bed. He stretched out on top of him, hands covering his, legs tangled together before he started moving again.
So deep inside you. Love you so much.
“I’ve got you, Hugo.”
He kissed him everywhere his mouth could reach as his cock stroked deeper inside him. Holy shit, it felt so good. “I’m never letting you go.”
“Don’t.” Hugo gasped into the mattress. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
Solomon knew what he meant. Giving in. Giving up control. Hugo had offered him a gift that he wouldn’t waste. Wouldn’t rush.
Again and again he brought them both to the edge, only to slow down, changing his rhythm or stopping completely for a deep, hungry kiss.
They were both slick with sweat, trembling when he finally found the spot he’d been avoiding. Hugo’s cry at the contact was loud and long and shook Solomon to his core, finally shredding his control.
He sucked on Hugo’s neck as he hit his prostate again and again, forceful strokes that made the man beneath him strain and shudder against the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck,” Hugo moaned, his hand lowering to stroke himself. “Younger, fuck, don’t stop. Yes. Yes!”
Solomon roared at the punishing grip around his cock as Hugo came. He dragged him onto his knees, all restraint gone as he reached for his own climax.