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)
Arik scooted closer, the heat of his skin scorching Kellus in the most delicious way. Kellus ran his hand down Arik’s ribs and across his hip, all the while thrusting into his tightened fist. Arik loosened his grip, rolled his hips forward, and pressed his dick against Kellus’s, gripping them both in one hand. Arik’s dick felt amazing sliding against his. Hot velvet and rigid steel along with the ebb and flow of Arik’s perfectly timed strokes created a combination so heady he began to pant. His cock so hard and his balls so full, he ached for release. He’d gone from freaking out, to trying not to bust a nut in just a matter of minutes.
“I’m close.” He gasped, placing his hand over Arik’s, letting his lover’s grip guide his every stroke. The pleasure built fully in his body as Arik’s lips met his, adding to his excitement, making it harder for him to control himself. His balls were heavy with a need to come, but he didn’t want this high to end. Not ever.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me.” Arik growled against his lips. God, he wanted that too, but it wasn’t going to happen. He couldn’t let it. Arik’s words had only slipped out in a moment of weakness, he was sure of that. Kellus couldn’t help but welcome the images those words had conjured. The thought of slipping into Arik’s tight body caused him to speed up his hips as he searched for more friction. He removed his hand from the top of Arik’s, sliding it over his lover’s hip to grip that perfect ass and pull him even closer, if that were possible.
Relentlessly firm lips moved against his, their tongues pressed and curled around each other, probing, tasting. He allowed himself to get lost in the intimacy of the moment. Getting lost wasn’t hard to do; not with Arik Layne kissing him like he wanted to devour him.
Arik’s hand continued working their cocks as their mouths remained fused. Arik moved with him, arching that muscular body into his with every drag of his hand. God, it felt good—too good. Kellus threw his head back, breaking from the kiss. He was going to come. He needed to hold off, make the moment last. Arik’s mouth went to his jaw then opened against his neck before his teeth sank into the soft flesh just under his ear.
“Come with me, Kel.” Arik turned up the intensity, and he was helpless to stop the result.
Kellus thrust hard into Arik’s hand, stars filled his vision as his orgasm tightened his limbs, and his release erupted from his body with so much force he could only whimper. The hand on his dick hesitated, and Arik’s husky gasps filled his ear as the man followed him over the edge.
Neither moved for what seemed like an eternity. Kellus floated between conscious thought and sated triumph. He needed to get out of bed and get them both cleaned up. Before he could muster the strength to do just that, Arik moved against him, drawing him back into the moment.
“Fuck yeah,” Arik said as he bent in and kissed him sweetly.
“Fuck yeah,” he parroted against Arik’s lips.
~♥~
“Stay there,” Arik instructed, looking down at the gorgeous man he’d just marked with his come. “I’ll get a cloth.”
With a show of more energy than he had, Arik rolled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He flipped on the tap for the hot water and reached for a washcloth. When he caught his reflection in the vanity mirror, he all but forgot the washcloth as he stared at this strange man reflected back at him.
He was weirdly different. No…he looked the same, but he had been changed. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but he absolutely wasn’t the same man he’d been before this encounter.
Last night had been more than just the sharing of his sacred bed for the first time. It was an accumulation of all those weeks of longing that had led up to yesterday and the life-altering afternoon and evening he had spent with that amazing man still lying in his bed. It was the unbelievably fluid way they’d come together last night, how the evening had ended in an overwhelming sense of enlightenment while buried deep inside Kellus. The clarity, the emotions, the need. Everything he’d resisted, fought against, and unmercifully teased his cousin about…he wanted with Kellus.
Oh yeah, he was fundamentally and forever changed. He crinkled his brow as he contemplated the impact. His heart gave an ardent stutter at the implication.
Not allowing himself to be lost in the reality of its meaning, Arik soaked the washcloth and wrung it out before turning off the water.
This new “him” shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Ever since that first piece of art had touched his very soul—he’d been connected to Kellus Hardin. And when they’d finally met face to face, he had been instantly drawn to Kellus, not just because the man was gorgeous, but because he felt profoundly familiar, almost like his heart recognized Kellus’s as its missing half. Arik couldn’t ignore the powerful connection that made him feel complete, and had him wishing for more.