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)
He leaned in for another kiss before Mark could see the emotion that was inevitably in his eyes. Smiling, Mark met him with an eager mouth. They kissed for a long time, trading turns taking over, going slow then deep and back again until Isaiah was dizzy from it. Growling softly, Mark pulled him closer, getting a hand on Isaiah’s ass.
“Oh fuck.” Isaiah loved when he got a little aggressive like this. Slowly, over the past few weeks, Mark had gotten more and more comfortable with their make-out sessions, and Isaiah was only too happy to let him take the lead, show what he wanted. It was all so good—the endless kisses and little touches and losing himself in this man.
“Sometimes...” Mark nipped at Isaiah’s throat. “Sometimes, I’m too keyed up after a day like today. Not all the time, but sometimes I jerk off so I can sleep faster.”
“Yeah?” They’d rubbed off together a few other occasions after the first time, but hadn’t ventured out of that territory. “You want to try doing that together?”
“Your bed’s pretty damn comfortable.” Mark’s cheeks were that adorable shade of pink again. And honestly, Isaiah was more excited about getting him all night than he was about the impending orgasms. “Can we kiss while we do it?”
“Absolutely. You’re wearing too many clothes though. Doubt you want to sleep in those.” He indicated Mark’s pants.
“Okay.” Sitting up, Mark pulled off his T-shirt before shedding his pants. He paused with his thumbs in his underwear waistband. “Boxers too?”
“If you’re serious about being my eye candy, hell yes.” Isaiah grinned at him, then gentled his voice. “But whatever works for you. However you usually do it.”
“You too.” He motioned at Isaiah’s pajama bottoms before pushing his boxers down and off. And good lord, the man had won the gene pool lottery and then some. Wide shoulders. Muscled back and chest. Chest hair that was a bit darker than the many shades of brown on his head. Meaty ass that would be at home in any professional sports arena. Thick cock, but Isaiah was trying hard not to stare at that, not wanting to make Mark uncomfortable.
He removed his pajamas, then crawled back onto the bed. And okay, fully naked together, on a bed, in a room with a door, was amazing—forget Easter candy, this was better than any seasonal treat. Lying down next to him, Mark pulled him in for another slow kiss. He stroked his hands down Isaiah’s arms, across his chest, down his stomach.
“I love touching you.” Mark’s tone had a lot of wonder to it, made Isaiah stretch and preen. His hand hovered just above Isaiah’s aching cock. “Can I...”
“Oh yeah.” Isaiah had to work to not sound too eager, and then had to do complex calculus to keep from shooting the moment Mark’s big hand connected with his cock. Mark didn’t immediately start jacking it either, trailing his long fingers down the shaft and back up, circling the head with his thumb. “Thought you were all done torturing people for the day.”
“Show me what you like,” Mark ordered, that hint of aggressiveness that Isaiah found so damn intoxicating.
“That.” He released a shaky laugh.
“Smart ass. I want to see how you usually do it.” Moving his hand, Mark gently stroked Isaiah’s thighs, fingers venturing to explore his balls.
“Okay.” Isaiah wrapped his fist around his cock. He really needed this to last more than thirty seconds, but it was hard with Mark’s hazel eyes so intent on him, Mark keeping up his explorations. “I like to go slow. If I’ve got time. So sometimes I just jack the shaft, save touching the head for later.”
“You like a light grip like that?” Mark’s eyes narrowed, and Isaiah half expected him to whip out a pen and paper for notes.
“You planning on taking over?” Isaiah countered. “Because I’m easy. Pretty sure I could get there just from how you look at me sometimes. Light. Firm. It’s all good. Just not too tight around the head.”
“Can I?” Mark’s tongue darted out to lick at his lower lip.
“Uh-huh.” Isaiah released his cock, linking both hands behind his head, letting Mark run the show. “Just don’t expect me to last. You feel so much better than my own touch.”
“Yeah?” Imitating what Isaiah had been doing, Mark used a soft grip and slow stroke on Isaiah’s cock. “I really want to see you come.”
Isaiah let himself moan, knowing by now how much Mark liked it when he was vocal. “Not gonna have to wait long. Just like that. Faster if you want.”
“Man, I really love watching you. Listening to you.” Mark sped up his hand as his other hand went back to Isaiah’s balls, lightly stroking.
“Fuck. Mark.” Heat licked up Isaiah’s arms and legs.
“Yeah, like that. Love it when you say my name.”