Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“I’m straight, too,” Xavier said.
“Good.”
“Good.”
Xavier stepped into his personal space.
Sage wet his lips, his heart starting to pound. “Xavier?”
Xavier’s eyes seemed endlessly dark as he stared at him.
Sage felt heat spread through his body and a strange fluttering fill his stomach.
Seconds ticked by in silence as the air between them grew thick and heavy with tension.
Did Xavier have to stand so close?
Move away, dammit, he told himself angrily. He wasn’t Xavier’s thing anymore. He was normal.
But it felt like the last half a year had never happened. His body refused to move. He was trembling.
Xavier’s gaze was fixed on the rapidly beating pulse at the base of Sage’s throat.
Suddenly, he dipped his face down and pressed his nose against Sage’s neck. God. Sage took a deep breath that did little to still the shuddering need racking his body.
They couldn’t. He wouldn’t. It was over. He shouldn’t let it happen.
But Xavier was nuzzling his neck, his hot breath making his skin tingle, and Sage couldn’t step away, didn’t have the strength. His arms came up around Xavier and wrapped around his waist loosely.
For a moment, Xavier went completely still before yanking him flush against himself, squeezing him so tightly that Sage could barely breathe. Sage closed his eyes and almost whimpered at the feel of Xavier’s warm, firm body against his and the familiar scent in his nostrils. Xavier had his nose behind Sage’s ear, his breathing coming in short gasps, and god. God. It felt like he was high on Xavier, his body tingling, head a little dizzy, and Sage tightened his arms, unable to get enough. His ribs hurt and he could barely breathe, but he didn’t care.
“Baby.” Xavier started trailing hot kisses up his neck, along his jawline, towards his mouth.
His lips tingling with need, Sage turned his head and fit their lips together. Xavier sucked in a breath and, cradling Sage’s face with both hands, licked Sage’s bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside and kissing him deeply. Sage made a small noise—a gasp needy enough to be embarrassing if embarrassment didn’t seem so far away, somewhere on the other side of the thrumming of his blood and the firmness of Xavier’s body against his. He needed him. Needed to feel him. Craved it. Now.
As though in a dream, he felt himself drop to his knees right there, in the middle of the empty public park, and nuzzle Xavier’s erection through his jeans greedily.
He looked up. Xavier’s hand buried in his hair and pushed Sage’s face against the bulge under his jeans.
“Go ahead,” he said, his voice hoarse and dark eyes fixed on him.
Sage swallowed, grabbed the waistband of Xavier’s jeans and thumbed the button free of the hole. His fingers were trembling.
After Sage fumbled for a few seconds with the zipper, Xavier growled and did it himself, shoving his briefs and his jeans halfway down his thighs.
Sage stared at Xavier’s strong, hairy thighs and his fat, long dick, the big, red head just starting to peek out of the foreskin, and felt his mouth water. He leaned in, nuzzling at the crease of Xavier’s groin and breathing in. The scent of Xavier was so thick here, so good, and Sage moaned a little, clutching and stroking Xavier’s thighs with his fingers.
He pushed Xavier’s thighs further apart, needy and hungry as he chased those scents along Xavier’s balls, licking them. Christ, he missed this.
“Sage—fuck.”
Sage’s mind was so foggy with want that Xavier’s voice sounded very distant, didn’t seem real. It took Xavier’s fingers in his hair, dragging his head back, for him to come back. Sage blinked and whined in his throat, needing—needing—
Xavier looked down at him. Sage looked back hungrily before Xavier swore through his breath, took hold of his cock and pushed it into Sage’s mouth.
God. Sage loved the way it filled his mouth, loved the way Xavier’s fingers cradled his skull, firm and forceful. He closed his eyes and licked across that slick head, another explosion of familiar flavors and sensations. It had been so long. He slurped and sucked, relishing the taste of Xavier’s pre-come as his world narrowed to the cock in his mouth. Xavier grunted, his fingers flexing in Sage’s hair. Sage sucked the cock harder, taking it deeper, fucking his mouth further and further down, his own cock hard, aching and throbbing. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted something different.
Sage slid his hands back, under the firm curve of Xavier’s ass, feeling the tension in his body. Sage tugged and Xavier almost over-balanced, cock thrusting deep; Sage couldn’t breathe for a moment, but the sound Xavier made, pained and utterly desperate and just loud enough was worth every twinge in his jaw, worth the light-headedness of breathing only through his nose, fast and ragged.
But a moment later—too soon—Xavier recovered, his weight pushing back, pulling out—