Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He wanted this…me. No, he needed it. Just like I did.
I pressed forward slowly and dropped my eyes so I could watch Tate’s body open to accept me. It wasn’t until my leaking crown sank inside of him that Tate made a sound and when I looked up, I saw he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
“Tate-”
Tate shook his head before I could even continue and then his beautiful, bright, mismatched eyes opened and settled on me. “It feels so good, Michael,” he breathed. “So good.”
I nodded in understanding at the unfettered emotion in both his voice and gaze and I pressed forward a little more before pulling back and pushing in again. Tate gasped in pleasure and he released one of his legs long enough to reach his fingers down to cover my hand where it was pressed against the spot where his hip met his groin. I kept up the gentle rocking motion until I was completely seated inside of him and then I leaned forward to kiss him. I maneuvered my arms so that his legs were draped over them and the moment his hands were free, he grabbed the back of my head so I couldn’t escape his kiss. Not that I wanted to…not even for a second.
Tate’s body was gripping me so tight that I was sure I could come without even moving, but even if I’d wanted to stay like that forever, my body had other ideas. I pulled out of him and surged forward, capturing his moan as I did so. I repeated the move until I was sliding through his insanely tight heat with little resistance. Tate was still kissing me, but as his inner muscles began to tighten even more around me, he pulled his head back and looked down our bodies to where we were joined. His eyes were bright with excitement, his full, glistening lips open as he sucked in drags of air.
“Oh God,” he cried out as I began thrusting into him harder. “Yes, right there!” he shouted and dropped his head and grabbed at my arms with his hands. It took me a moment to realize that a subtle shift of my hips was causing me to nail his prostate every time I surged into him. I slowed down dramatically and when Tate’s eyes flew open, I jammed my hips forward. He shouted in pleasure. I did it over and over again until he was whimpering with need and his hands were closing over my ass in a desperate attempt to force me to give him what he needed. But instead of slamming into him again, I stopped all together.
“Michael, please,” he said as the air seesawed in and out of him.
But I didn’t move or speak. I just looked at him, trying to take in as much of him as I could in that moment. Because there’d only been one other person who’d looked so utterly perfect to me…who’d been all I’d ever needed or wanted.
Until now.
Until Tate.
I moved my arms, releasing Tate’s legs, and he instantly wrapped them around my back. At some point he’d quieted beneath me, but none of the need had gone away. And I suspected he knew I was going through something more…something bigger than just finding my pleasure in his body or giving him his.
I dropped down to kiss him and reached for his arms. He understood right away what I wanted and dropped his hands from my shoulders where they’d been resting and linked his fingers with mine. I settled our joined hands on either side of his head, kissed him once more, and then began moving. But where I was frantic before, I was almost reluctant now. Because I didn’t want it to be over.
I rolled my hips and flexed my ass as I powered into him and every time I pulled back, Tate clamped down on me with his inner muscles. The give and take continued as I surged into him over and over, painfully slow. My orgasm built with every thrust and drag, but it was both slow and strong and soon became almost unbearable. And Tate was my perfect counter because he matched everything I did, rolling his hips at the right exact time to suck me inside of him or to let me slide out. I had no doubt whatsoever that his orgasm was consuming him the same way mine was. As my balls began to draw up tight against my body and electricity fired up and down my spine, I began slamming into Tate harder. His body kept shifting along the carpet despite his legs being wrapped around me, so I released one of his hands and clamped it down on his shoulder. I felt his free hand snake between our bodies so he could jerk himself off and the feel of the backs of his fingers pressed against my groin only drove me higher.