Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” Emilio kissed Spencer’s firm, pale ass. “Just like that.” He gripped Spencer’s hips and pulled him a couple of steps back while at the same time moving Spencer’s legs farther apart.
After spending the past few weeks all over each other, Spencer knew what was coming next. He crossed his arms against the tile and rested his face on them, his entire body relaxing. “Love when you do this,” he said softly.
Emilio spread Spencer’s firm globes and got straight to work, licking his way up and down his channel. “Mmmmm,” he said as he buried his face against the soft, hot skin. “I love doing this.” He flicked his tongue back and forth over the wrinkled pucker, reveling in the delighted noises coming from his boyfriend.
Though he hadn’t yet had the pleasure of sheathing his cock in Spencer’s tight heat, he knew that day would come. Nobody could fake the kind of reaction Spencer had to any sort of anal play. He loved being touched, being kissed, being licked in that area. When Emilio wasn’t careful, he found himself falling into a rage at the thought that some man had taken this from Spencer, had done something to make his sweet, brilliant boyfriend fear something he obviously adored.
He shook the nauseating thought off. Now was not the time to think about the past. No. It was an opportunity to remind Spencer of how good it felt to be touched by a man he could trust, a man who wanted only to make him soar with pleasure. So touch he did. He brushed his fingertips against the sensitive skin in Spencer’s channel and penetrated Spencer’s silky hole with his tongue, over and over again.
“’Milio,” Spencer groaned as he pushed back against Emilio, the sound desperate, needy.
Emilio’s cock was throbbing, the head dark and leaking. With Spencer’s scent and skin and sexy sounds swirling around him, he couldn’t wait any longer.
“C’mere,” he grunted as he grasped Spencer’s waist and pulled him down.
Spencer followed his direction, crumpling to the shower floor and immediately turning to face him. Emilio sat on his ass and spread his legs, making room for Spencer between them. Without hesitation, he scooted close and circled his legs around Emilio’s waist. Their cocks slotted side by side, and Emilio wrapped his big hand around them, the water easing the way as he jacked them with sure, firm strokes.
“Emilio!” Spencer’s eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” He was the picture of arousal and so damn beautiful he made Emilio’s heart hurt. “Ah!” Spencer yelled one last time as his head dropped. He bit Emilio’s shoulder and clutched his biceps hard, digging his fingertips in as cum pumped out of his shaft and drizzled over Emilio’s hand.
With the sound of Spencer in the throes of pleasure rattling in his head, it only took a few more strokes for Emilio to fall over the edge. He called out Spencer’s name as he came hard enough to make the sides of his vision go black. They sat together, both of them gasping for air, Spencer nibbling on Emilio’s neck and Emilio keeping a hold on Spencer’s waist with one hand and his hip with the other.
“So,” Emilio said. “What do you think of the new water heater?”
Spencer’s shoulders shook. He lifted his head and looked at Emilio. “Best water heater ever.”
“Right on,” Emilio responded. “That means it was worth the ribbing I took from Martin.”
Spencer snuggled back against Emilio’s shoulder and started petting his chest. “Martin?”
“Yeah, my brother.”
“I know. But what does he have to do with our water heater?”
His heart might have stopped at the “our” part of that sentence and how easily it flowed from Spencer’s lips, but Emilio managed to keep it together before he drew attention to what Spencer’s subconscious was already feeling.
“Martin was with me when I picked it up at the plumbing supply store, and he kept asking why two people in an eighteen hundred square foot house would need a fifty-gallon tank.”
“Is that bigger than usual?” Spencer asked, each word sounding drawn out and slow, something Emilio now knew happened when his boyfriend was deeply relaxed.
“Yeah, it is.” He pulled Spencer closer and rubbed his back.
“What’d you say to him?”
“To Martin? Well, I told him to shut the fuck up. And when that didn’t work, I told him we like to go at it in the shower and having the water run cold kills the mood.”
“You did not!” Spencer’s eyes were huge, his expression shocked.
“Sure I did.” Emilio shrugged. “It’s the truth and it got him to stop talking about the damn water heater. I may use that approach from now on whenever he rides me about anything.”
Spencer chuckled. “Don’t you think he’ll figure out what you’re doing? That doesn’t seem like something you can keep up without him realizing you’re trying to get him to change the topic.”