Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
The sweet musky taste of Dylan burst across his palate. All of a sudden he was a starving man, greedily trying to satisfy his own hunger. He lapped and teased at Dylan’s entrance, wanting to please him. Minutes passed before he replaced his tongue with the tip of his finger and trailed soft kisses across Dylan’s ass.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Tristan whispered softly while drawing circles around Dylan’s hole with his finger. He slowly pushed a digit inside, easily finding the gland that had Dylan moaning again and pressing back against his hand as if he wanted more. Tristan withdrew his finger and reached for the lube, then sat back on his heels.
“Why’d you stop?” Dylan mumbled sleepily into the pillow.
“I’m not stopping, just taking in the sight of you. You’re a beautiful man, Dylan.”
He admired every curve of Dylan’s body, from the thick muscles straining on his back to the dimples just above his flawless butt. He poured a good amount of lube on his fingers and slid his hand between Dylan’s ass cheeks. Something between a growl and a moan rumbled from Dylan as his fingers slipped inside and gently worked him open. Painstakingly slow, he loosened him even more with every twist of his wrist and curl of his fingers.
“I can’t take much more,” Dylan said and slid his hand under his body. His hips arched off the bed.
“I want to show you everything you’ve been missing.” Tristan repositioned himself and ground his erection against Dylan. After a quick feel across the sheets to locate the packet, he carefully tore it open and then slid the condom down his length before settling on the bed beside Dylan.
“Wait,” Tristan breathed. Dylan had begun stroking himself, not heeding his request. He batted Dylan’s hand away and rolled him to his side, facing away from him. He nudged Dylan’s leg up, bending at the knee and guided him forward. He tucked his forearm under Dylan’s neck and propped himself up on his elbow, turning his head as he slightly lifted to kiss Dylan’s neck and shoulder.
“Do you want me?” he asked and pushed two fingers inside Dylan before adding a third, making sure he was slick and open, completely ready for him.
“Yes, but go slow…and touch me.” Dylan nodded his head and moved his hand back to his rigid cock. Tristan stopped him again.
“I’ll do that,” Tristan whispered, brushing Dylan’s hand aside.
Tristan slid his throbbing cock up and down Dylan’s crevice, then positioned his head at the entrance. The need to claim this man nearly overwhelmed him. He took a deep breath to calm himself and slowly pressed the tip of his cock against Dylan, feeling it slip past the tight ring of muscle and into his snug channel. Dylan tensed in his arms, even the air in his lungs seemed to freeze at the initial breach.
“Are you okay?” he panted, lowering his head to judge Dylan’s reaction.
“Yes, it’s just… I don’t know… Move. It feels better.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move. It was just that if he did, their time together might not be as long as he’d anticipated. God, Dylan felt amazing, all that tight heat consuming him, drawing him deeper.
“Yeah, don’t move. Give me a sec.” Tristan gasped.
“I wanna move,” Dylan breathed, kissing his arm. Tristan gritted his teeth and held Dylan tighter. He ducked his head against Dylan’s shoulder and bit down as he gently pulled out and slowly pressed in again.
“Shit, that’s starting to feel incredible,” Dylan whispered, awe in his voice.
“I know,” Tristan agreed and tried the move again. Part of his body wanted him to hold still, the feeling too intense. The other part of him wanted release so badly, his need to move almost consumed him. Neither was his goal at the moment, so he slid his hand over Dylan’s hip and grabbed his cock. He stroked slowly as he forced himself to continue with deliberate controlled movements.
“I need more,” Dylan murmured into the pillow and moved his hips back against Tristan.
“Not this time. Take it slow,” he forced out and kissed Dylan’s shoulder, then ran his nose along his neck and ear. “You’re incredible.” He sighed.
Dylan fucked back against him, then slowly rolled to his stomach. Tristan never quit thrusting into Dylan’s body. He was on top now with Dylan spread out on the bed below him. Tristan anchored his knees in the mattress as Dylan gradually rose, lifting his ass.
“That feels amazing. Now, fuck me like you mean it.” Dylan reared back, forcing his ass hard into Tristan. Dylan’s hands were splayed out in front of him as he gripped the sheets between his fingers, making a fist. His back muscles tensed and flexed as he dropped his head between his shoulders. “Harder… I need it harder.”
“Feels so good.” Tristan reached for the lube and clicked open the top, dripping more slick on his cock as he slid out of Dylan’s body. He dropped the lube back on the bed and slammed into Dylan, withdrew and rammed forward again. Unintelligible words flowed from Dylan. He canted his hips and aimed for his gland.
“Right there. So… Holy hell, yess!” Dylan’s words were drawn out, and his Texas drawl made Tristan’s dick grow even harder.
“Fuck,” he breathed, gripping Dylan’s hips, driving himself forward. Dylan met him thrust for thrust. “Jack yourself for me.”
“Aghh, fuck me, harder…”
Dylan’s rhythm built and Tristan pistoned his hips to try to keep up. He hadn’t heard Dylan’s comment, couldn’t make out what he was saying with his face tucked into the pillow. But he knew when Dylan’s hand went to his dick and began stroking. Shit, the thought of Dylan jacking himself caused his hips to falter. He was close, and the way that ass gripped him, Dylan wasn’t too far off either. He looked down at his lover and smoothed his hand along the outline of his ass.
“Beautiful.” His balls churned as he slid the heel of his palm up the length of Dylan’s spine and into his hair. He tightened his fingers in Dylan’s hair and pulled his head back, plunging himself mindlessly into the sweet, scorching tightness. He screwed his eyes shut and allowed Dylan to claim a piece of his heart. This man completely undid him. Dylan had turned out to be so much more than he’d bargained for.