Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“Like this, please. I want it to be me you see when you come undone.”
The request surprised Kellus, only because face-to-face seemed much more intimate. He settled back against the sheets, his knees bent and his feet planted flat against the mattress as Arik crawled back in between his thighs.
“You’re so beautiful. I should be ashamed of how many times I jacked off thinking about you… But I’m not.” Arik smiled down at him and winked as he adjusted the pillow that was still under Kellus’s hips, then gave his dick a few strokes before he rolled on a condom and lubed up. Kellus held his breath, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited anxiously on pins and needles, listening to Arik’s shameless confession.
The feel of Arik’s cock sliding over his hole as he aligned their bodies made this moment all too real. This was something he’d never dreamed he’d experience again. Not just because of the whole HIV issue, but because he didn’t feel like he’d ever trust enough to share this with another person again. He’d resigned himself to being alone.
When Arik pushed into him, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes slid shut. He sank his fingers into the flesh of Arik’s side. It had been almost a year for him, and the intensity of the moment stole the air from his lungs. Arik wasn’t rough; he didn’t rush. He took his time, making sure Kellus was okay before he continued. Kellus opened his eyes, wanting to see the look on Arik’s face as he slowly and steadily filled him.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna lose it before I get all the way in.” Arik’s words thrilled him, enticed him. Their eyes locked as Arik eased the rest of the way inside his body, every nerve ending on high alert, his muscles tensing and tightening on Arik’s cock as he tried to relax. Arik bent forward and kissed him softly, the tenderness of the moment wrapped around Kellus’s heart and squeezed.
“Are you okay?” Arik murmured against his lips.
“More than,” he replied and sucked Arik’s lip between his as he adjusted to the fullness in his ass and the heat of Arik’s body burning against his.
The initial sting of Arik breaching him gave way to pleasure as his guy started to move, pulling back a fraction of an inch, then pushing forward again. Slow tentative strokes became satisfying thrusts. And it didn’t take long before they found the perfect pace, their bodies moving as one. Arik’s hips rolled into Kellus as he moved into an upright position and worked his knees under Kellus so that the backs of his thighs rested on the tops of Arik’s.
Arik dropped forward, kissing him between words. “I dreamed of making love to you”—Arik nibbled at his lips—“but that dream doesn’t even begin to compare”—Arik drew out the words and slowly licked into his mouth—“to the reality of sharing this moment with you.” Arik’s kiss became possessive, hungry, and exactly everything Kellus needed.
Missed.
Wanted.
The feeling of Arik buried inside him, kissing him, loving him, completely and utterly overwhelmed him. Kellus groaned into Arik’s mouth. His head swam and his body vibrated with need as Arik’s mouth and body possessed his.
More. He needed more. He lifted his legs enough to anchor them around Arik’s waist and managed to tilt his hips to meet Arik thrust for thrust. The pillow made all the difference as Arik’s length dragged along his passage, teasing his muscles, making spots dance before his eyes, and his body trembled uncontrollably with every brush across his prostate. He clawed at Arik’s back, fighting to keep the other man against him. He wasn’t going to last. His balls were heavy, the need for release so strong. They felt like they were going to burst. With every press of Arik’s cock against that spot inside him, the feeling intensified and he lost a little more control.
“Fuck! Right there!” Tremors traveled up and down Kellus’s spine. His balls churned with his impending orgasm and tightened against his body. He was going to lose it, but fuck, it felt so damn good he really didn’t care. He gritted his teeth and drew his legs up toward his chest to open himself even more, needing Arik’s cock deeper, harder. His own cock was caught between their bodies, and the friction alone wasn’t enough at the moment, so he worked his hand between them and gripped himself hard, caught between heaven and hell.
“I can’t last. You feel so fucking good.” Arik panted, the smooth motion of his hips beginning to falter. Arik changed his position and managed to slide a hand between their bodies, nudging Kellus’s away. His strong fingers closed around Kellus’s aching dick.
Arik’s fist moved along his shaft in perfect rhythm with their thrusts. Heat built at the base of his spine, his stomach muscles spasmed as he fought the inevitable. He was tipping over the edge. Arik’s hungry eyes devoured him with their intensity as he started to come undone. It was too much, felt too good, had been too long. He bit his bottom lip, trying to edge off his orgasm. He didn’t want this to end, but it was too late. Fire rushed through his veins, and he dug his fingers into the firm flesh just above Arik’s ass, coming so hard he saw stars. Kellus rode out the waves of pleasure racking his body as his release spilled onto his stomach.