Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
“Mmm. You smell good.” God moaned in his ear.
Day lifted his chin, letting God do what he wanted. He could smell the fresh shower scent on his man. God’s wet hair dripped down on his face, the smell of his masculine shampoo assaulted his senses. “You smell better.”
God stopped his nibbling and licking long enough to stare into Day’s eyes. “I love you so much.” God whispered into his mouth.
“I know, babe.” Day dropped his arms, so his fingers could tease at the opening of God’s towel.
“I never thought I’d be someone special to anyone.” God gently caressed the side of his face. Looking at him like he couldn’t believe he was real. Day’s heart clenched at the sincere look in God’s striking green eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was strained and filled with emotion. “It’s been five years, Leonidis, five years of me loving you.”
“I don’t know how I existed without you.” Day whispered back.
God closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow and his jaw ticked with nervousness. Day could easily read him. “Cash. What’s wrong?”
“I need to be with you,” God replied gripping Day’s shoulders, squeezing them tightly.
Day continued to watch his lover. Seeking out what was really going on inside of him. “I need you too.”
“No. I mean I need you to have me. Make love to me.” God bent slightly and placed his lips to Day’s ear. “I want you to top me.”
Day froze in place. His eyes lowered in contemplation, hands resting lightly on God’s waist. Top him. Suddenly a ton of feelings washed over him. He simultaneously became excited, nervous, scared, and extremely turned-on. All those emotions swirling around inside his head and heart at once.
“Please. I trust you. I trust you to make it right. My only time bottoming was when—” God gripped Day tighter, pressing their bodies together, like he couldn’t bear to say the word ‘rape’ right now. “I need you to make all that go away. Will you do that for me?”
God’s deep voice vibrated Day’s chest, and he knew what God was asking. All the demons of his past needed to be laid to rest. God had his family, his partner, his career. Love. He had it all. However, if he didn’t come to terms with his past he’d never be able to fully enjoy his future.
“Yes,” Day finally responded. “I will. I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”
God backed up a couple steps and reached out for him. Day put his sweaty palm in God’s, and let him lead them to the bed. Day dropped his briefs to the floor while God tossed his towel and settled in the middle of the warm bed.
Day turned and went to his record player choosing Oscar Peterson’s Night Train, a classy, elegant romantic jazz album. Only the best for his lover. Day turned off the television and all the lights in the bedroom, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the room. God pulled back the covers, inviting him in. Day joined his man, immediately settling on top of his large body. He moaned deeply as soon as their hard cocks rubbed against each other.
“I’m gonna make this so good for you, Cash.” Day moaned maneuvering himself so that his cock head was nestled underneath God’s heavy balls. He relished the loud groan that erupted from the man beneath him. “Yes,” Day hissed.
He was perfectly happy bottoming for God for the rest of their lives, but he did like to use his cock, he would love nothing more than to push into his partner's tight confinement. Making him scream out when he rubbed against that special place inside him. But he understood what God had gone through and he wouldn’t dare ask him to do anything that would bring back those memories. Although it wasn’t as frequent, God still suffered from nightmares about being repeatedly attacked.
Day stroked the wet strands of God’s hair back, weaving it in between his fingers. His chest rose and fell rapidly as Day gyrated his hips. “It’s okay.” Day whispered, lightly moving his lips back and forth over God’s parted mouth.
“Make it good, Leo. Please. I want my only memories to be of you. You taking me. The only one that has had me.” God’s pained voice made Day want to protect the man he’d called partner for the last five years, protect his lover from the nightmares, from those years of torture. He belonged to him now. When God thought of bottoming, he’d only think of him, not of those perverted assholes that had violated a scared teen.
“I got you, babe. Don’t worry. I got you.” Day settled deeply between God’s thighs, while rubbing his hands over his face, his shoulders, his neck, his broad chest. Laying sweet, suckling kisses over every inch of him. Marking him in some places, teasing him in others. He inched down to God’s weeping cock, rubbing his beard stubble up and down the length. God grunted his approval, pushing his hips up to feel more. Day opened his mouth wide and engulfed just the head. Stabbing his tongue at the slit, wanting more of the salty fluid easing from his man. “Taste so fuckin’ good.” Day moaned.