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)
Maybe calling it their second “encounter” was more accurate. The first kiss had been accidental, Esteban’s hug morphing into something unexpectedly more and wonderful. This second time was more deliberate, like an acknowledgment.
Russ had given Esteban a chance to walk away. It had been the right thing to do and preserving their friendship was more important than pushing for too much too fast.
But the second kiss blew by those reservations, a speed demon that couldn’t get enough. Because Esteban was staying. Because Esteban had very purposefully pulled him into the kiss. His heart galloped and his knees shook with the force of his desire.
Unable to keep still any longer, he swept his hands up and down Esteban’s back and was rewarded by Esteban rubbing more determinedly against him. And when he worked one of his hands under Russ’s sweater, he couldn’t hold in his groan of surrender.
“This way.”
Something must have alerted Esteban to Russ’s rubbery legs because he pushed Russ toward the living area in between more kisses, more desperate touches, as if the ten-foot journey was miles instead. But finally, they tumbled to the couch. Russ spared a second’s gratitude for its sturdy oversized build, as Esteban landed on top of him, hard and eager.
Lying on the couch, they moved together, height difference meaningless with their bodies lined up, lips and hard cocks connecting in an urgent rhythm. The low lights of the room cast intriguing shadows around them, added to the intimacy of the moment, and allowed Russ to watch Esteban’s reactions.
He had a tendency to close his eyes when he got really into a kiss, but he’d open them when Russ surprised him, gaze hot and needy. His lips were kiss-swollen, cheeks dusky, his body both tense and pliant. He was easily the hottest thing Russ had ever seen, and he didn’t want to miss a second of this.
Carefully, he mimicked what Esteban had done moments earlier, slipping a hand under the back of Esteban’s shirt, liking the contrast between warm skin and crisp fabric. But he didn’t get a lot of time to appreciate it before Esteban raised up enough to undo a few buttons and then slip the shirt off over his head. His impatience was almost as sexy as his bare torso. Unable to resist, he stroked Esteban’s chest, trailing his fingers across his pecs, lingering at his nipples, skating over his ribs.
“Fuck. You’re incredible.”
“Incredibly turned on maybe.” Sitting up more fully, Esteban groaned as Russ’s fingers traced the line of his waistband. “Keep going.”
“Yeah?” Emboldened, he palmed Esteban’s erection through his pants, loving how it made him moan and rock into Russ’s touch.
“Don’t tease.” Esteban’s voice was strained, more so as Russ undid his fly and withdrew his cock, taking a few moments to marvel at it, stroke it softly, tracing its contours. He was uncut, and jacking him slowly made his foreskin slide, an erotic display that made Russ’s own cock rock hard.
“That still counts as teasing,” Esteban chided him, even as he moaned again.
“You want me to stop?” Pretending that was an option, he loosened his grip.
“No. Please.” Bucking his hips, Esteban demanded more contact. He wasn’t the only one who wanted more. Russ had been craving the taste of Esteban for weeks now. Not willing to wait any longer, he shifted on the couch as he urged Esteban forward.
“Come up here, then.”
“Yeah?” Esteban sounded surprised even as he complied.
“Oh yeah.”
It was a little awkward, finding the best way to get Esteban’s cock in his mouth. The position might have looked easier in Russ’s imagination, but he was determined, even if it meant one leg on the floor and his hands helping Esteban balance. Thank goodness for oversized couches and all those chest-press exercises. Esteban put a hand on the wall as he adjusted his stance, and then his cock connected with Russ’s waiting lips and it was worth all the acrobatics. Still in a bit of a teasing mood, he licked all around the plump head, before Esteban cursed and bumped his hips forward.
“Want something?” he asked innocently. The precariousness of his balance meant that there was only so much moving Esteban could do, putting him more at Russ’s mercy than the position would suggest.
“Do it,” Esteban demanded, the need in his voice making Russ even harder. Opening his mouth, he let Esteban slide forward, let him find the rhythm and depth he most wanted, the one that had him cursing again. “Fuck.”
Russ liked just about everything to do with sex, but he especially liked this, being able to give his partner exactly what they needed most, to let them use his body for their pleasure. Weirdly, it made him feel more powerful, more in control, even as Esteban took charge of his mouth. And he didn’t stay passive either, instead using his lips and tongue to provide even more friction for Esteban’s cock.