Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Kiss me some more.” Isaiah moved so his legs fell open more, letting him wrap one around Mark. It was a whole new level of close, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, Isaiah’s cock pushing insistently at Mark’s stomach.
Eager to get more of those happy noises from Isaiah, Mark renewed the kiss, going for all the things he knew Isaiah liked—the lip sucking and little bites and deep strokes. Isaiah didn’t disappoint, groaning and panting. Their bodies moved together, him following Isaiah’s lead, finding a rhythm that matched the kiss. It felt so good to thrust against him. Pressure gathered at the base of his spine, his own breath quickening.
“You’re going to get me off. God, it’s so good.” Isaiah groaned as Mark went back to that spot under his ear.
“Yes.” Triumph surged through Mark, powerful adrenaline he usually associated with being out in the field.
“You want that? Me to come?” Isaiah’s head was thrown back, eyes squished shut, kiss-swollen lips parted. Mark had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
“Yes.” Some new instinct was driving Mark’s body, thrusts speeding up. His cock throbbed like when he jerked off, but better. The closeness he felt with Isaiah made the sensations magnified, made him feel warmer. Safer. Like this was all good and right and exactly where he was supposed to be right then. “I think...” His voice broke.
“Yeah? You too?” Isaiah reclaimed his mouth before Mark could answer, freeing him to lose himself in the kiss. His hands were warm and urgent on Mark’s back, pulling him closer. His cock was riding the crease of Isaiah’s thigh, fabric dragging. Skin. He wanted skin.
“Want to feel you.” He shoved at Isaiah’s pajama bottoms.
“Me too.” Isaiah took over, scooting out of his pants while Mark did the same. And then they were back kissing, bare skin warm and welcoming and a thousand times better than the flannel.
“Do whatever you need,” Isaiah whispered against his mouth. “I want you to get there too. Go hard or slow, whatever feels good.”
“This. This feels good.” Mark kissed him again. And it did, moving together, kissing like the world might end and they needed to squeeze in as many kisses as possible, hungry and desperate. Isaiah was groaning in that way that drove Mark nuts. His sounds were every bit as good as the kiss.
“I’m gonna...” Isaiah’s voice was half warning, half promise.
“Oh please.” Mark loved knowing he was doing this to Isaiah, making him come apart, giving him this pleasure. He thrust harder, body speeding up for him. Isaiah’s body surged, meeting each of Mark’s movements.
Whimpering, Isaiah pulled away from the kiss. “Fuck. Fuck. Too good. Now...”
Mark watched Isaiah’s face the way he might a once-in-a-lifetime sunset. It was gorgeous, the way each muscle tensed, how his mouth fell open on a gasp, eyes shutting hard, almost a grimace. Warmth splashed against his stomach. Something about the added slickness made Mark’s body move faster, pressure gathering in his balls.
“That’s it. Yes. You too.” Isaiah was still shuddering under Mark, breath coming in big gulps. Letting his body take over, Mark buried his face in Isaiah’s neck, muffling his groan. When the climax finally hit, it was almost a surprise, the way his whole body shook, pleasure starting low in his stomach, spreading out to all his limbs, even his face.
“Oh my God.” He sagged against Isaiah, laughing because that seemed to be all he was capable of. “I came.”
“I noticed.” Isaiah pressed a kiss to the side of his face.
“And you came. Wow.” He rolled off Isaiah before he could squash him. As soon as the cool air hit his skin though, doubts crept in. “And that was good, right?”
“Any more good and you’d be needing your CPR skills.” Reaching out, Isaiah snagged his hand, dragging it to his chest, where Mark could feel his hammering heart. “Was that... Is it the first time you’ve come?”
“No. First time with another person though.” Mark could feel his skin heating. “I jerk off. Not often, but I do. Did last night, actually. Thinking about...” He trailed off not sure how much information Isaiah really needed.
“About me? About kissing?” Isaiah’s eyes went wide. “If I say I did the same thing, is that okay?”
“Yeah.” Mark liked knowing Isaiah thought about him when he got off. He probably did it a lot more often than Mark, and that was okay. It made Mark feel closer to him somehow, knowing he was even incrementally related to his pleasure.
“Sometime, if you felt comfortable, we could maybe do that together.”
“Jerk off together?” He’d never really given much thought to doing that with someone else, but now that Isaiah raised the possibility, it had certain appeal. Especially if they were kissing, sharing that closeness.
“Only if it’s something you felt like trying. I’m not pushing for more. What we just did was spectacular. Probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”