Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
When nothing happened, he looked over his shoulder at Ksar and found him staring at his ass with a fixed, intense expression.
And then Ksar spread his cheeks and licked his hole.
Seyn flinched. “What the hell are you doing, you—”
Chuckling hoarsely, Ksar spread his cheeks wider and pushed his tongue inside.
A high-pitched whine left Seyn’s throat, his body jerking as if electrocuted. Another deep lick had him grabbing the edge of the desk for support or he would have collapsed. Fuck. This shouldn’t feel so…Such disgusting act had no right to feel so good. He couldn’t believe he was really enjoying having Ksar’s tongue in his asshole. Ksar’s tongue, fucking hell.
“You’ll like my cock even better,” the bastard said in his head, fucking him with his tongue and then slipping in his long fingers. “It’s bigger. Thicker. It will fill you up much better. You’ll be so full you’ll feel it for days. And you’ll like it. You’ll like it and you’ll come back for more.”
“Never,” Seyn managed, his entire being rebelling at the idea, but his body was shaking at every little thrust of those clever fingers and tongue. Fuck, just a little more—
Seyn’s flailed a hand blindly backwards; it landed on the back of Ksar’s head and he pressed Ksar’s face forward while he pushed his ass back on Ksar’s tongue, needy for it, little bitten-off moans spilling out of his mouth. Part of him was mortified—he was behaving like a wanton slut—but it felt so good. So fucking good.
He almost sobbed when Ksar pulled his tongue and fingers out.
“We shall see,” Ksar said, getting to his feet.
“Never going to happen,” Seyn panted out, staring dazedly at Ksar’s desk and trying to ignore how unsatisfied and horribly empty he felt. He would not beg, and he definitely would never come back for more. A one-off with a man he loathed was foolish enough but could be blamed on his hormones. A repeat occurrence would be just plain destructive and stupid. “Just get on with it, will you? I have to return home before I’m missed.”
“I don’t like your attitude,” Ksar said.
“I don’t like your face, so we’re even.”
“I can’t believe I want to fuck such a childish thing,” Ksar muttered under his breath.
“I can’t believe I want to fuck a sick bastard like you,” Seyn said. “So let’s just do it and forget this ever happened.”
There was the sound of clothes rustling before Seyn felt Ksar’s hands on his hips again. “A sound idea.”
“I have a lot of them; you’re just too arrogant to acknowledge—”
Seyn’s words turned into a gasp as something thick, hard, and slippery pressed against his stretched, tingling hole. Ksar’s cock. It was gratifying to know that Ksar was aroused enough to leak so profusely, except Seyn was faring no better himself, his own cock’s lubricant dripping down his thighs. He was a mess. He probably looked like a whore, bent over the desk and eager for the cock of the man he’d hated half of his life. But fuck, he wanted relief so badly he didn’t give a shit about how he looked. He was so fucking empty and so damn hard.
“Come on,” he gritted out finally, unable to stand the wait anymore.
When Ksar tightened his grip on his hips and pushed inside, Seyn didn’t make any sound. He was unable to, his mouth opening and closing as he tried not to come. The feeling of fullness was incredible. Incredibly gratifying in a way he hadn’t expected.
The thing was, Seyn knew the biology behind sex between Calluvian males. It wasn’t a fluke that Calluvian males could produce an adequate amount of lubricant to ease penetration—some of the species in their evolutionary tree hadn’t been entirely heterosexual. So yes, he’d known that penetrative sex between men was enjoyable physiologically, at least to some degree.
But knowing something rationally and actually feeling the immense satisfaction from having a cock in him was completely another. It was satisfying on a completely other level than just having his fingers in him or his hand around his cock. It supposedly had something to do with brain chemistry and pheromones, but at that moment Seyn couldn’t care less why it felt so good. It just did, but it also wasn’t enough.
“Get on with it, I don’t have all day,” he snapped, and was immensely embarrassed by how breathless his voice sounded.
“You do realize that I can feel how much you like this, right?” Ksar said into Seyn’s nape, his body big and hard behind him. “It’s pointless to pretend you aren’t enjoying this.”
Seyn glared at the door. “It’s also pointless to act all superior and shit when you’re harder in me than a steel rod.”
Ksar’s teeth closed on the sensitive skin of his earlobe. “I’ve never claimed to be perfect,” he said, finally pulling out and thrusting in again.