Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
And he didn’t stop there. He grabbed the lube and slathered it all over his beautiful cock. “I don’t want or even need any more prep than what we did in the shower. I just want to feel every second of you pushing into me.”
The groan above him was so long and drawn out, he felt it in his gut. And apparently, Sven liked frank talk because he was suddenly all over Geoffrey again. He pushed his damp hair to the side and that fucking talented mouth dove into his. Geoffrey gave an answering groan because at the same time, Sven pressed one of his legs up high and began pushing into his ass. It had been awhile and fingers in the shower aside, Geoffrey felt every bit of that stretch. He went still.
Sven brushed a kiss over his cheekbone. “You okay?” he breathed into his ear.
“Fuck yes,” Geoffrey said on a moan. “Love this part.” And he did. He loved the fullness, the pain, and even that sense of invasion. He always had. But he really fucking loved that it was Sven Larsen moving deeply into his body. He’d never truly expected to get this. To get him. He slid his hands into all that damp hair and panted against Sven’s mouth.
The big guy shuddered against him. “Christ, you’re tight.” He licked Geoffrey’s lower lip, whispering, “It’s good.”
He began rocking into him, slowly, carefully, the friction making Geoffrey see stars behind his closed eyelids as every nerve ending in his ass joined the party. He pulled his other leg up and Sven sank deeper inside him, lifting his head to cry out. Sven then braced himself over Geoffrey on one elbow while he reached down to grasp one ass cheek.
And he began moving.
Harder. Deeper. A steady rhythm that scrambled his mind. Sven stared down at Geoffrey, his green eyes blazing with heat and something Geoffrey didn’t even know how to decipher. He could only feel as that cock reamed him over and over. “Love this,” he moaned, shifting his lower body just enough to make that dick hit his sweet spot. “Fuck!” he shouted. “There!”
“Oh yeah,” Sven said, his voice low and thick with lust. He stayed at that angle and sped up his thrusts.
His powerful body moved on Geoffrey and it felt like every fantasy he’d ever had all rolled into one mind-bending meld of raw sensation and feelings and blistering. Hot. Pleasure. His vision blurred as everything built inside him. He ran his hands over warm skin and prickly chest hair, digging his fingers into hard muscle and soft flesh. “Love your body,” he panted.
“You’re the beautiful one.” Sven breathed into his mouth. His hand still held Geoffrey’s ass, his fingers slipping in the sweat—one brushing over the place where their bodies joined. “Damn, G. Damn.” He pulled nearly all the way out, paused, then shoved back in—a smooth, relentless glide that made Geoffrey’s eyes roll back into his head.
His thighs were beginning to complain about the position and he didn’t give a shit because he loved this. Loved all of it. Every instance of pleasure, every screaming muscle…every bite of pain.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled, reaching between them to grab and stroke his cock as the tension built to an unbearable level and he thought he might combust. He panted and keened, his ass clamping down on Sven as he stroked harder and harder.
Sven shouted and bucked over him and just knowing the man was coming took that tension up another notch. Geoffrey had enough time to wonder if anyone had ever died from sex when his orgasm ripped through him. He shot all over himself and Sven, unable to stop the noises spilling from his throat, even when Sven pulled out of him, wrapped him up, and rolled over so Geoffrey was sprawled over him. He stroked his hand over Geoffrey’s hair and back, his big body still shuddering beneath him.
They just breathed for what seemed like forever as Geoffrey worked to bring his brain back online. “So,” he choked out, his voice broken and raspy. “That happened.”
“It did.” Sven wasn’t having an easier time trying to talk. He lifted Geoffrey’s face and stared hard at him before he must have seen whatever it was he wanted to see, because his green eyes went soft and a smile graced his lips. He tugged Geoffrey higher, smearing his spend all over their stomachs and chests, and he kissed him. Gently and once again, reverently.
And when his heart flip-flopped in his chest this time, Geoffrey knew exactly what was happening.
Chapter 13
Sven ached. But it was the best kind of ache. Muscles burned and there was a small twinge in his lower back, but there was also this incredible loose, sated feeling throughout his whole body that came with ridiculous amounts of sex. He felt as if he should be sated within an inch of his life and yet as he lay there, images of the night before flashing through his head, he could already feel the craving starting to stir for Geoffrey. He would never get enough, and there was a growing part of him that was hoping Geoffrey would feel the same way.