Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
The guy raised his hands in defeat, flinching when Nero gave his nuts a gentle twist—And to think that some people got off on that!—He swallowed, as if he were fighting off a bout of nausea, and gave his black sports motorcycle a longing glance before dropping the keys in Nero’s hand.
“Charmed. If I ever recognize your junk in the darkroom, I’ll make sure to give you extra good head,” Nero quipped, releasing his hold on the poor man’s sac. The stranger’s eyes widened, but he didn’t respond and just limped away, breathing hard like an animal that had evaded a predator’s teeth by the narrowest margin.
“Get on,” Miguel said as if he now fashioned himself the one to give orders, which Nero found adorable.
“Oh, Miguel, if you wanted to rub against my ass, you could have just said so.” Nero grabbed the handlebars and made a show of swinging his leg above the rear of the bike as he started the engine.
Miguel stared at him as if they had time for this ‘but-I’m-straight’ confusion. “Maybe I should be the one to drive,” he said, but frowned, realizing that would mean Nero’s crotch grinding against his ass, which was an idea he probably liked even less.
Nero snorted at the emotions passing over the handsome face. “If something goes wrong, I would get impaled on that damned glass, and while I definitely want to get all close and personal with you, I’d rather you stick something else in me. Get on,” he said as a police vehicle passed in the street ahead, covering it in a colorful glow.
Miguel swore beneath his breath, but didn’t waste any more time and hopped on the back of the motorcycle. He tried to keep his distance, but as soon as Nero set the vehicle in motion, Miguel was left with no choice but to grab him. With hips shifting on the seat, Miguel’s package pressed to Nero’s ass and the arms wrapping around him could have as well been made out of steel.
This experience was worth a police chase.
Nero sped up, making Miguel’s hold on him tighten, and shot out of the alleyway, cutting right in front of a police car. Miguel hissed out a curse, but when the vehicle sounded its horn, adrenaline buzzed in Nero’s veins, and he made a dash to the middle of the street. It was so abrupt he nearly hit an upcoming truck, veering to the side at the last moment.
So much for keeping a low profile.
Nero’s head buzzed with an euphoric haze when Miguel leaned in, pushing so close they became one body zapping through the busy street with bright neon flashing around them like a kaleidoscope on steroids. He felt so damn alive!
Miguel’s heart beat fast against his back, muscular pecs pressed tightly to his flesh, and as adrenaline tore at the strings of Nero’s soul, he imagined being under this stoic man. Would he be as silent in bed as he was in life? Nero was dying to find out.
The police car roared behind them as Nero drove along the line between the lanes, but when the other cars moved to the side to let the cops through, the motorbike turned into a torpedo shooting straight toward the red glow ahead, and the stream of headlights moving through a massive crossing.
Miguel’s fingers dug into Nero’s flesh, but the trembling machine already felt like a part of Nero’s body, and when the police car gained on them, he bolted into the busy intersection. A jeep came to an abrupt halt to avoid crashing into them, and its horn rang in Nero’s ears as he zigzagged between other vehicles. Metal clashed somewhere behind their backs, but he focused on the gap between two buses, and once he shot through it, the sense of victory flared deep inside. He whooped, speeding down the middle of the street, past drivers waiting for the light to change, but after several hundred meters, he rode into an empty alley reserved for pedestrians.
As he slowed down, Miguel’s breath tickled his neck, making Nero’s lewd mind wander. He looked at the cold hands locked on his chest like iron brackets and listened to the furious heartbeat punching his spine as the bike came to a halt by a large trash container. The intense smell of fried oil suggested they’d arrived at the back of some fast food joint, but as unappetizing as the scent was, the darkness of the alley should keep them safe from being discovered.
“Are you trying to kill us?” Miguel spat, but held on to Nero as if he physically couldn’t unclench his arms. His crotch was pressed against Nero’s ass so tightly that his dick was a clear feature despite being soft.
If only Nero could suck it better.
“Relax. Things happen, and you either get lucky or not. We escaped unscathed, didn’t we?” Nero asked but didn’t attempt to get off the bike and just enjoyed the warmth of Miguel’s body.