Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I noted that the shake in his hands was more significant as he withdrew the items we’d need, carefully placed them on the edge of the table, and climbed onto the bed. I was just about to tell him how goddamn beautiful he was when he moved to the center of the bed and positioned himself to where he was on his hands and knees—head down and ass in the air. My mouth went dry and all air escaped my lungs as I took in the erotic, yet confusing, view he offered. For a few seconds, I allowed dirty images to float through my head—images of him with colorful ropes twisted and tied around his bronzed flesh. Images of his lean legs locked in place with a spreader bar. Images of him captured in a web of hemp while I fucked him into oblivion.
As quickly as they came, though, I tossed them away. Ari had made it clear he wasn’t at all interested in that sort of entertainment. Regardless of how badly I might want it, Ari didn’t, and I was willing to be what he wanted…instead of what I was.
Pushing away from the door, I stalked across the room, my eyes locked on the lovely present on our bed. Hell, it felt like my fucking birthday. “Wow, angel. No foreplay? Are you in the mood for a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am? Fast and hard?”
His brow crinkled as he turned his head to look at me. “Huh?”
The confused expression on his face was so damn cute, I couldn’t help but laugh, which made him frown even more. Never one for the seductive dance of a sexy undressing, I yanked my trunks off and tossed them aside. I had one knee on the edge of the bed when Ari changed positions and turned himself to where he was on his knees and facing me. His eyes were locked on my cock and the beautiful green darkened to a color I’d never seen in the depths before.
“Holy shit, Eli,” he murmured. “When did you do that?” He nodded toward my Prince Albert piercing. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to touch me but was afraid to.
“A couple of years ago,” I answered as I finished climbing onto the bed. “It’s a Prince Albert piercing. Surely you’ve come across one? Seen one before? Been fucked by somebody with one?” That shit right there hurt really bad to say. Really fucking bad.
“Nope,” he answered softly. “Never in all my fucks have I seen one. Does it hurt?” His eyes darted up toward mine. “Will it hurt me?”
Never in all his fucks? Oh yeah…that hurt really, really fucking bad.
“No, it doesn’t hurt—either one of us. If anything, it should heighten your pleasure. It does mine.” While Ari seemed mesmerized by my cock, my body collided with his, and I had him pinned to the bed, beneath me, right where he belonged—where he’d always belonged. “I’ve missed you, angel,” I whispered before my lips attacked his. Now that the moment was finally here, it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to get inside of him fast enough. “I know you don’t believe it or probably don’t even care, but I thought about you every day we were apart.”
Maybe he was going to argue…maybe even agree with my comment about him not caring…but I didn’t give him a chance to respond before claiming his lips again. He kissed me with the same hunger I gave him. Fuck, he could kiss—always had been the best fucking kisser in the damn world. There’d been times back when we’d dated that we had spent hours on his couch, just kissing.
Tasting and exploring.
Wanting, but holding back.
Nothing had changed—his lips were still magical.
Big difference this time, though. We were naked. Both of us. I felt his cock—hard, leaking, and pushing against my lower stomach with an impatience that was all Ari. His legs, long and lean, entwined with my own. His hands—God bless those hands. They touched me everywhere. He explored every inch he could reach, worshipping me with enough awe that he made me think I was special. Such dangerous thoughts he caused me to have.
My hand tangled in his long hair and I used it as a way to hold his head immobile. He whimpered in frustration when my lips pulled away from his. I couldn’t help it. I needed to see him. I needed to look into his eyes. My angel. Mine.
The dark hair, so different than his usual blond waves but just as beautiful, was a stark contrast to the white bedding. I could still pick up his own unique scent—even with the strong coconut smell of the sunscreen mixed with his woodsy and citrus blend. His body was harder, and his boyish build had turned into lean muscles.
“Mine,” I whispered, the same I always had after we’d spent hours kissing and making out back in college.