Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
They left the bedside table lamp on, Deacon pulling back the blankets before Grady climbed in. He got in next to him, both of them on their sides, looking at each other. He touched Grady’s arm, let his fingers dance down Grady’s skin, tangled their fingers together, brushed his thumb against Grady’s palm, then made the journey back up toward his shoulder.
It was so simple, maybe too simple, but when he threaded his fingers through Grady’s hair, massaging his scalp, Grady’s eyes fluttered, a moan pushing past his lips, Deacon knew they were on the same page. That this was what they both needed.
Deacon leaned in, taking Grady’s mouth, pressing his tongue inside, sweeping and tasting, while his hand explored Grady’s body…down his back, over the swell of his ass, Deacon’s fingers dipping in to trace his crack, over his balls, down his thighs, and back up again.
Grady gave as good as he took, his calloused hands rough yet gentle on Deacon’s body—shoulders, back, arms, ass, dipping and tracing the same spots on Deacon that Deacon had on him. He’d never expected to have something there, for a finger to push between his ass cheeks, but when Grady did, Deacon found himself lifting his leg, hooking it over Grady’s hip to give him better access.
Grady didn’t penetrate him, just drew circles against his rim, making pleasure ricochet throughout his body. His balls were full, his cock hard and throbbing, his need to touch and hold and explore just as potent as when they were going to fuck.
Their kiss didn’t break as Deacon rolled Grady to his back, rested on top of him, his body fitting just right between Grady’s spread legs. “I want to see every part of you. Touch every part of you. Know what every part of you tastes like.”
“Jesus, Deke. Yes, God yes. You feel so good.”
Deacon grinned against Grady’s mouth, and when Grady did the same, Deacon licked him, tracing Grady’s smile with his tongue. He kissed the tip of Grady’s nose, then each closed eyelid when they fluttered, his temple, his cheek while Grady writhed beneath him.
Grady’s hands were all over him, fingers splayed as he held Deacon’s back, gentler when he drew shapes and circles on his skin, as he explored the expanse of Deacon’s back and ass.
Deacon let his mouth journey down Grady’s neck, rubbed their cheeks together, the scratch of scruff meeting him. He kissed behind Grady’s ear, licked the hollow there, sucked his earlobe, nibbled his collarbone, then did the same thing on the other side.
When he reached Grady’s nipple, he licked and sucked and bit it. Grady bowed off the bed, then flipped Deacon quickly and said, “My turn.”
Grady treated him to the same exploration—mouth, face, neck, ears—and then he lifted Deacon’s arm and buried his face in his pit, inhaling deeply, before his tongue sneaked out and swiped at Deacon there.
He’d never had someone do that to him before, and at first it was…an odd sensation, but then Grady’s tongue swiped at him again, his breath hot against his skin, and Deacon shivered in the best way. “Oh fuck, that feels good. Why does that feel so good?”
Grady didn’t answer; he didn’t have to. He thrust his erection against Deacon’s thigh, damn near riding it as he swapped to his other armpit, inhaling, then licking, before his kisses trailed down the inside of Deacon’s arm, to his forearm, then his hand, Grady’s lips meeting each of his fingertips, one by one.
And then Grady’s tongue was in Deacon’s mouth, and they kissed and kissed and kissed, rutting together, until Deacon thought he was going to lose his mind.
Deacon flipped them again, and Grady went easily, and then Deacon was licking his way down Grady’s torso. He tongued his navel, rubbed his cheek against the hair leading to his groin. Precome dripped from Grady’s pulsing erection, and Deacon licked it, sucked Grady’s crown, making him arch off the bed again.
Grady’s hand held the back of his head, fingers grazing there and down his neck, while Deacon kept traveling south. He licked and kissed the crease between Grady’s thigh and groin, nuzzled his balls for the first time, savoring the passionate hiss Grady gave him in return.
His hands ran up and down Grady’s legs, and he enjoyed the feel of the hair against his palm and the hard muscle beneath his skin. His tongue swiped at Grady’s taint, down…down…down, his mouth exploring one thigh, then the other, one calf, then the other, one shin, then the other. He kissed the tops of Grady’s feet, before kneeling.
“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice rough and sex-laced.
“I can’t believe this is real,” Grady said. “I’ve never…” He sat up, hand on Deacon’s nape, and pulled him closer, kissed him slowly, lazily, like they had all the time in the world, before he did what Deacon said. Then Grady lay on his stomach, and Deacon took in the sight of him—long legs, tight ass, muscular back, freckles on his shoulders.