Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Thorne pushed him back to the couch and held him there with a tight grip while he teased Riley’s cock with licks, nibbles, and just enough suction to drive him mad.
Several moments later, the blare of the trumpet in the end-credits song penetrated Thorne’s sex-fogged brain. “Turn it off,” he ordered.
The sound cut out. Apparently Riley was still capable of using the remote.
“I want to suck your cock too,” Riley demanded.
Both of them nearly fell off the couch several times as they tried to find a position that worked for sixty-nine. When they finally arranged themselves so they could suck each other, Thorne could barely concentrate. Riley’s mouth felt so fucking good. He knew just what Thorne loved best. No one had ever known him the way Riley did.
He swallowed Riley’s cock deep, and after that he lost the ability to think. All he could do was taste and suck and feel. Riley thrust into his mouth as he encouraged Thorne to do the same to him. Thorne was so close. Riley was too. Thorne could feel the muscles flexing in Riley’s thighs. His balls were high and tight, and precum was flowing more copiously. Thorne pulled back just enough to speak. “Come for me. I want to taste it.”
Riley groaned, the sound vibrating around Thorne’s shaft. Seconds later, he came, and Thorne took it all, swallowing rapidly to keep up with the strong pulse of his orgasm.
Riley stroked Thorne’s cock as he came and then, as soon as his body quieted, took Thorne back in his mouth. Thorne lasted maybe five seconds before he was shooting off just as strongly as Riley had.
When Thorne was satiated, he tried to shift, and this time they did fall off the couch. He barely felt it when he scraped his back on the edge of the coffee table. He felt way too good. Both of them were laughing too hard to manage disentangling themselves just yet. Thorne hadn’t been happier in weeks.
“Oh my God,” Riley said, as he gasped for breath, trying to stop the laughter. “We seriously fell off the fucking couch.”
Thorne gasped. “Worth it.”
“Yeah, it totally was.”
Thorne reached for him, awkwardly managing to pull Riley to him for a long, deep kiss. Finally, Thorne could feel the connection that had been missing since the night Riley moved in.
“Let’s unpack,” Riley said, and they started laughing again.
“I love you,” Thorne said.
“I love you too. I… We’ll make it work.”
“Yeah, we will.” Thorne studied him, smirking. “You do realize that the easiest course for you would be to just do what I say.”
Riley raised his brow.
“Except in bed,” Thorne added.
“Uh-huh.” Riley stood and held a hand out to Thorne.
“Helping an old man up?” Thorne asked.
“Shut up.”
“Start unpacking, and I might.”
Riley flipped him off. “Help me, and you’ll get another piece of cheesecake.”
“Oooh, you’re withholding sweets on me now.”
“Nope, just using them as rewards. If I unpack, I get one too.”
Thorne grinned. “Deal.”
CHAPTER SIX
“Oooh, what’s in this box?” Thorne asked.
Riley glanced over and saw him fiddling with the tape on a medium-sized box labeled “personal.” Heat rose immediately to his face, and he yanked the box away from Thorne. “Give me that.”
“Is it your toy collection?”
Riley shook his head. “Most of that is already here.”
Thorne looked disappointed. “I was hoping you had a secret stash you hadn’t revealed to me.”
Riley grinned. “Maybe I do. And if you’re interested in something, tell me and we’ll order it.”
Thorne’s cheeks reddened. “I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular.”
Riley raised a brow. There was something Thorne wanted, and Riley would get it out of him—or possibly into him—sooner or later.
“If it’s not toys, then what is it?” Thorne asked.
“Thorne, just leave it, okay?”
Thorne looked hurt, which was the last thing Riley wanted even if Riley had every right to some privacy.
Thorne set the box down and grabbed one labeled “cookbooks.” “Can I put these on the shelf in the dining room?”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
Thorne pulled out several and then started flipping through one of them.
“When are you going to make something from this one?” It was a copy of Death by Chocolate.
“Find something you want me to make and then earn it,” he teased, hoping to lure Thorne out of his pouty mood.
Thorne gasped as if shocked. “Dirty boy.”
“Ha! No dirtier than you are.”
“That’s one of the things I love about you.”
Riley just hoped it wasn’t the only one.
“Hey, what’s that look for?” Thorne asked.
He did not want to share his insecurities with Thorne. He’d sound so fucking whiny. “Nothing.”
“Riley, you don’t seriously think after all the time we’ve spent together that I only want you for the sex, do you? Because if that’s all I wanted, there would’ve been no reason to change our relationship.”
“I don’t. Not really. Not when I’m thinking clearly.”
Thorne frowned. “Then what’s wrong?”