Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Damnit. You’re so fuckin’ big. Do I feel good?” he moaned, tilting his head to the side waiting to feel Brian’s answer.
Brian’s groan wasn’t as loud as his date’s – nothing more than a manipulation of his breath – but it was something. Just in case it wasn’t clearly interpreted, Brian lent down and used the flat of his tongue and his lips to answer in the affirmative. Squeezing, holding, and touching the man all over to let him know that everywhere his wonderful body touched Brian felt amazing to him. Yes, you feel better than anything I’ve felt in a long time.
“I can hear you. You said yes.”
He said he heard me. Brian wanted to cry out with joy but instead jolted and bucked hard, his come shooting from him like a geyser. It was so powerful and unexpected it almost made his knees buckle, but he managed to hold on and keep pumping. He could hear his date begging for more over the ringing in his own ears.
“Ohhhh. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” The man chanted over and over, his fist flying with purpose around his erection. Then Brian felt the moment he came, his dick squeezed in an unforgiving grip as his date shouted then groaned a long curse. “Uggggh, fuuuuck.”
Squeezing me so damn good. Brian could feel his dick still pulsing inside that snug channel while they both leaned there clutching each other, coming down from their earth-shattering orgasms. Still confined in the darkness of their little nook, Brian pulled his date back up to his full height, his cock slipping out while he kissed the top of his spine, the back of his neck and behind his ear. It was the first time in a long time that Brian wished he could whisper sweet nothings. And it was the first time that a man in his arms seemed content in Brian’s silence.
Brian didn’t know how long they stood there holding each other, perspiration leaking down their bodies, but Brian wasn’t ready to let go. He closed his eyes and dropped his head into the crook of the man’s neck and breathed him in for as long as he could with long, deep whiffs. If this was the last time he’d see him, then he wanted everything committed to memory. His scent, the way his tight body felt against him, the sound of his melodic voice, the feel of his gentle touches, and the way he came undone in Brian’s arms when he sprayed his come all over the wall. The only thing that would’ve made it more perfect was if they’d been in Brian’s bed and he’d heard his name cried out during the man’s release instead of the word fuck.
Brian needed to get a name. He understood that everyone was at this club with the purpose of getting their rocks off with no strings attached and going on about their business. But god help him. Brian had a feeling he shouldn’t let this one get away so easily.
Pulling up his briefs and pants, Brian knew he needed to have a conversation. Ready to ask this guy if he wanted to grab a really, really early breakfast, or go somewhere less crowded and get to know each other. Shit. If he said no, Brian would be confused… and hurt. Don’t worry. He’ll say yes. He has to. There was no way this tender soul could be a prick. Brian could feel something different in this man, even though he’d known him less than an hour, he felt they’d connected in a much deeper level than most of the moaning bodies in that building. Brian took the condom off and balled it up in a couple napkins then tucked it in his back pocket.
With a resigned sigh, his date pulled his pants up too, still leaning back against Brian’s bulk. “I love your size.” He turned around and nuzzled against the thickness of Brian’s chest. “You’re so big and warm. I could hang on to you forever.” The words were said almost contemplatively, like Brian wasn’t meant to hear them, but he did.
He heard the word forever.
Then it happened. Brian could feel the moment the man in his arms panicked. He’d said too much too soon, and now he was about to run. If Brian could only tell him he’d said the exact thing Brian had been thinking but couldn’t say. Brian pulled out his cell phone to open his text to voice app. He had to tell him.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and wipe the jizz off my hand and thighs. I’ll… I’ll be right back.” He spoke hurriedly and took off into the sea of bodies and strobe lights.
Brian finished righting his clothes. His guy was running, and Brian was going to run after him. As soon as he left his corner and his eyes adjusted to the confusing lighting within the still-packed warehouse, Brian saw the flashlights first before he heard the harsh commands of authoritative voices. Great. The police. He hurried in the direction he was sure his date had gone. He was glad he was tall, he’d be able see over most of the frantic heads that were flittering about in various stages of undress as they went for any exit not blocked by police in raid gear.