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)
“I don’t have ‘fantasies’ like that!” Miguel protested, adorably agitated. Because now, Nero would bet on that, he was thinking about rough quickies behind bars.
Reality wouldn’t have been nearly so exciting, but that was what fantasies were for.
“Sure you don’t. The way you fucked me in the car says otherwise.”
The tension in Miguel’s muscles sizzled and filled the space between them. “I may have been a bit… eager,” he muttered, and it didn’t escape Nero’s attention that he was squeezing the shopping bag so hard his knuckles paled.
“Oh, I know. So was I. Love me a rough stud,” Nero said and gave Miguel’s ass a gentle slap as they approached the hotel, which looked like a larger version of the homes around it, complete with ceramic tiles on the roof and ornamental bars in the first-floor windows.
“You do? You’re sure?” Miguel gave him an uncertain glance, as if he hadn’t heard Nero talk about it for years. Just the memory of Miguel’s heavy body on top of him and that thick dick sliding in without mercy, had Nero wishing to be inside already.
So as they stood in front of the glass doors opening into a spacious reception area decorated with natural stone and lush green plants, Nero gave Miguel’s hand the briefest squeeze that surely left them both with a deep yearning.
“I’m very sure.”
And with that, he stepped inside.
Miguel grabbed his wrist, eyes widening as he took in the elegant lobby. “We can’t afford this,” he whispered. Still so stern, even though they could be dead by tomorrow.
Nero faced him. “We deserve this. A nice bed. A delicious meal. A big fucking bathtub.”
“Do we?” Miguel uttered but he gave the clean interior a longing glance. Even the leather sofa in front of the front desk seemed inviting enough to nap on.
“Come on, I’m paying,” Nero added and slapped Miguel’s back before stepping inside.
Their budgets were limited and hardly separate at this point, but Miguel didn’t point that out. The temptation of a soft, clean pillow and a warm bath must have melted his defenses, because he tagged along and watched Nero spend half of what they had left on the honeymoon suite.
A man only lived once, and Nero wanted to devour Miguel in the comfort they both deserved.
Armed with the key cards and with their food order in the works, they walked up to the second floor and eventually entered the tranquil, elongated space with church-style windows and dark wooden beams on the ceiling above a massive canopy bed.
It was just what dreams were made of.
“God, yes,” Nero muttered and kicked off his shoes before proceeding to remove the rest of his clothes.
Miguel hesitated, but eventually took off his grimy T-shirt. He still had marks on his neck where he’d writhed against the metal collar. “Don’t even wanna keep these clothes, they can burn them for all I care.”
Nero chuckled and pressed himself against Miguel’s back, naked. He wanted to feel Miguel's blood pumping, to remind himself that they both managed to stay alive. “No, I just wanna be clean.”
Miguel stiffened, and his heartbeat sped up. Nero wasn’t used to a lover who had a timid side despite being so lusty, but he didn't mind being more experienced.
“I admit it. We deserve this, but we won’t be able to afford it every night on the way to Peru.”
A part of Nero had worried Miguel would reject his touch now that he’d had a whole day to overthink things, but when that didn’t happen, he rested his chin against the warm back and closed his eyes, breathing in the sharp scent of sweat.
“Probably not. Unless we help ourselves to someone’s wealth.”
They both needed a bath but the other man’s closeness was comforting, no matter how filthy they were. Miguel had hugged and kissed Nero despite him being covered in blood, so what was a bit of dirt and sweat?
When Miguel unbuckled his belt, a shiver went all the way down to Nero’s ass at the memory of that clang back in the car and of how desperate and horny Miguel had been for him after seeing him in danger.
“The less of a trail we leave, the better,” he said as if future plans mattered in the face of the pleasure that would soon turn their bodies into a single beast.
Nero pressed a kiss to Miguel’s nape, but then stepped back to the little hallway at the front of the suite and opened the large bathroom with imitation stone tiles and a corner tub that could fit them both.
“Bingo,” he said and ran the water, desperate to wash off all the stickiness and odor of the day.
Nero heard bare feet tap against the tiles behind him and turned to take in the glory of Miguel’s inked body. He was a work of art, evoking images of a boa constrictor with arms that could strangle so easily. His dick, even when soft, had a good length to it, and seeing it reminded Nero of all the cum Miguel had left on his tongue, of the intense thrusting into his throat, but most of all, of the dark eyes pinning Nero to the floor. The face Miguel had made when he came was a thing of beauty, and Nero couldn’t wait to see it again. It was almost intimidating how intense his desire for Miguel remained, after having him twice already.