Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
When they pulled apart, they were both panting a little, and O’Brian gave him that irrepressible grin. “What about that, huh?” he asked, still cupping Valenti’s cheek in one hand. “When I kiss you, touch you ... it’s like I’m on fire, babe. I want you so bad. Haven’t felt this horny since I was in high school.”
“There is that,” Valenti admitted, turning his head to nuzzle the beloved hand. God, but it felt good to have O’Brian’s hands on him again. Missed you so much, babe. He cleared his throat and forced himself to move back some and get a little distance. “Sean, I have to say I feel the same way about you that you feel about me --”
“I love you, Nick,” O’Brian broke in, his whole heart in the words and in the honest, open face Valenti loved so much. “More than anything, more than anybody. You’re the only one for me, ever.” O’Brian closed his eyes and took a deep breath as though this little speech had been bursting to get out of him and now, having said it, he could relax.
“Ah, Sean ... Valenti couldn’t talk for a moment, overcome by the emotion of his partner’s declaration. He felt like his heart might swell right out of his chest. Impulsively, he leaned forward, cupped his partner’s face, and kissed both O’Brian’s eyelids gently, tasting salty moisture on his lips as he pulled back. “Back at you, partner,” he managed to say at last. “I love you, too. I just want to know where we’re headed with this.”
“Right now I want to be headed to bed.” The intensity was like green fire in O’Brian’s eyes, the raw hunger evident in his expression. “You haven’t let me touch you in nearly a week, babe. I’m burnin’ up, I want you so bad.”
“Want you, too, Sean,” Valenti whispered. “Only ...”
“What? Name it. Anything you want.” O’Brian was looking at him the way a starving wolf might look at a steak. Valenti didn’t know whether to laugh or give in to the incredible desire flowing between them like an electric current. He took his partner’s hand and felt the jolt of it hit him in the belly, the need like a sucker-punch that took away all his breath. Suddenly the situation wasn’t the least bit funny.
“I just ... I felt so bad last time we ... did what we did.” Valenti murmured. “I felt like I was hurting you ... forcing you. I know.” He held up a hand to forestall O’Brian’s protests. “I know better now. But still, I just ... I don’t know if I want to do it that way for a while. You know?”
“I understand, babe. We don’t have to do anything until you want to, I swear.” O’Brian’s sweet words belied the growing bulge in the tight jeans he wore. Valenti hastened to reassure him.
“No, I want to ... be with you. Just ... not that way, okay?” He didn’t know why he felt so shy and awkward about expressing what he wanted to his partner. Some things, he reflected, are harder to talk about than to do.
“Then how?” O’Brian looked puzzled, and Valenti realized they would need a bit more clarification to make things work.
“The other way. I mean, with you ... Valenti cleared his throat. This was getting them nowhere. “O’Brian,” he said directly, even though he felt his face turning beet red. “What I’m trying to say is, I want you to ... to fuck me.”
The look on his partner’s face was downright feral. “Thought you’d never ask,” he growled, pulling Valenti in for another long, hungry kiss. “My pleasure, babe.”
Chapter Seventeen
Valenti didn’t know how they got to the bed, but suddenly they were there, rolling around on the bedspread, coming up for air only long enough for O’Brian to say, “In your bed. Just like my story, huh, babe?” Remembering his partner’s bogus “first time” story that night at the RamJack made Valenti hot all over again. He felt like he couldn’t get himself and his partner undressed fast enough. His pants were barely off when O’Brian pushed him over onto his back and swallowed his cock hungrily, hands splayed across Valenti’s chest and abdomen to hold him in place.
“Ah, God ... Sean!” Valenti gasped, hips pumping rhythmically into that warm, wet enclosure. “So good ...”
“Gonna make you come, babe.” O’Brian looked up briefly, and Valenti could feel his partner’s hot breath on his cock as he spoke. “Gonna make you come, and then I’m gonna fuck you so deep. Can’t wait to be inside you.” And then he went back to work on Valenti, sucking and licking and squeezing until Valenti thought he would faint or explode. He felt the sensations building to a peak rapidly and tangled his fingers in the soft, reddish-gold hair to urge O’Brian closer.