Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Esteban did have a way of looking at Russ which made him feel…wanted. Sexy, sure. But more than that. Appreciated. Like it was Russ specifically that he craved, not simply sex with a willing body. It made him warm all over. And when Esteban sank to his knees, graceful and smooth, he forgot any awkwardness about undressing.
Serious about not wasting time, Esteban went straight for Russ’s cock, shoving down his pants while he licked and sucked until Russ was moaning and rocking his hips, immersed in the hot, wet heaven of Esteban’s mouth.
“Fuck. So good.” He stroked Esteban’s silky hair, reveling in how damn effortlessly Esteban could make him go from nervous to needy. And the neediness built, waves of pleasure that pulsed in time with Esteban’s strokes. “Wait. Don’t wanna come like this.”
“Yeah, we don’t want that. I’ve got big plans for you.” Rising, Esteban pointed at the bed. “Sit back against the pillows. I want to do it like we were on the couch.”
“Yes.” Russ was as grateful for the clear direction as he was for the sexiness of the suggestion. He liked knowing exactly what Esteban wanted, what to do to make him happy.
Scrambling to comply, he sat against the wicker headboard and the colorful collection of pillows. After removing a washcloth, condoms, and lube from his bedside table, Esteban tossed them on the bed, then straddled Russ again, immediately claiming a kiss.
Making out naked in Esteban’s bed was new and wonderful, trading kisses with all that warm skin at the ready for him to explore. Esteban might have been in a hurry, but Russ wasn’t, content to stroke Esteban’s sides and back while Esteban attacked his mouth with a new ferocity. Their cocks bumped together, and Esteban’s wriggling had him panting, but he still didn’t rush, savoring the way Esteban became more desperate with every kiss, moaning and grinding.
Finally, Esteban pulled back, mouth kiss-swollen and voice rough and demanding.
“Now.” Grabbing Russ’s hand, he kissed his fingers before pushing the lube bottle into his grip. “I swear I’ve been dreaming about your big hands for weeks now.”
Russ might not have the most experience, but he could take a hint. Getting his fingers good and slick, he rubbed light circles around Esteban’s rim, teasing while Esteban returned to nipping at Russ’s mouth, getting more aggressive as Russ took his time.
“Play nice.” Esteban gave him a stern look.
“Like this?” Russ worked a finger in. God, Esteban was tight and hot, and there was no way he was going to last when it was his cock inside him.
“Two. Now.”
“Demanding,” Russ chided, even as he complied, unable to deny Esteban anything.
“Need it. You’re hung, and it’s been a long time for me.” Esteban ground down on Russ’s fingers, welcoming him with short, sharp movements, fucking himself in possibly the hottest display Russ had ever seen.
“I’ve got you.” Experimenting, he scissored his fingers. He liked knowing that it had been awhile for Esteban, liked being able to give him this, but also didn’t want to hurt him.
“Yeah. Like that.” Esteban groaned, head falling back, each reaction showing Russ what he liked and that he felt good. “Love the stretch. More.”
“Fuck. You’re hot.” An image of Esteban coming all over Russ from nothing more than his fingers took hold of Russ’s brain, made him shudder. “Almost want to get you off like this.”
“Oh no, you don’t.” Esteban pushed at Russ’s shoulder until he withdrew his fingers. Then, he was rolling the condom on Russ’s cock before Russ could even slow the spinning in his head.
“Aaah.” All he could do was groan as Esteban slicked him up. “You can slow—”
“No, I can’t.” Scrambling back on top of Russ, Esteban held Russ’s cock steady as he lowered himself, little rocks of his hip as pressure gave way to that tight heat, gripping Russ’s cock. “Carajo.”
It was perfection, the way Esteban gradually took him in, pausing to moan, then breathing hard as he finally sank all the way to the base. His eyes fluttered shut, body going still, and Russ stroked his arms and sides.
“Easy.” He wiped off his fingers so he could hold Esteban’s hips.
“It’s good.” Opening his eyes, Esteban gave him a dreamy smile that made Russ’s cock pulse. “Feels so good. Full.”
“Yeah.” It was Russ’s turn to groan as Esteban picked up speed, rocking harder and faster, bracing his hands on Russ’s chest. “Slow. Fuck. Don’t want to come yet.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” Eyes as wild as his hair, Esteban looked like every dirty dream Russ had ever had.
“Want you to get off too. Need that.” Russ wasn’t above begging. Esteban had him close, too close, but he didn’t want to miss his chance to make Esteban fly right along with him.
“Mmm. Get your hand on me. Want that too. Love your grip.” Esteban shifted so Russ had room to stroke his cock, sitting up, which took Russ’s cock even deeper and had them both groaning low.