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)
“Damn straight,” O’Brian said without a trace of irony, and then he was in Valenti’s arms, melting against him, pressing the way he had that night on the dance floor of the Dancing Queen.
Valenti felt his cock stand to attention, throbbing and angry -- unfulfilled. O’Brian’s rose to join it, and that perfect friction he remembered from the night before began a slow fire in his belly as the water ran over them and his partner kissed him fiercely on the mouth. At last he drew away, feeling breathless.
“Sean, you don’t have to do this.” He rubbed wet circles over his partner’s back with gentle fingers.
“Don’t have to, but I want to. Wanna take care of you tonight. C’mon.” O’Brian pulled away and turned off the shower, reaching for towels for them both. He dried himself briskly and then Valenti, as well; he seemed to think his partner was moving too slowly. “Come in the bedroom, babe. I want to make you feel good.”
“You don’t have to,” Valenti said again as O’Brian laid him facedown on the bed and dimmed the lights so that only a dark silhouette was beside him in the shadow. Strong hands began to massage his back, easing away the physical tension. Valenti sighed blissfully. O’Brian always gave the best backrubs, although he had never done it sans clothing before.
The thought of his partner kneeling over him, of that lithe, naked body with its mat of crisp, golden-red hair behind him, touching him, made his cock throb uselessly against the bed. Valenti shifted, trying to get more comfortable. He supposed O’Brian was doing this as an act of friendship, a gesture of reconciliation for the disagreement they’d had earlier. Might as well enjoy the naked massages while you can get them, Nicholas. This is a one-time-only deal -- good exclusively at the RamJack.
Warm. O’Brian’s hands were so warm. Masculine and capable, kneading against his spine and down over his buttocks and thighs. Valenti gave himself up to the pleasure of being touched and tried to forget the throbbing of his cock. O’Brian might not love Valenti the way Valenti loved him, might not return his passion, but it was still comforting to have the other man so close, touching him this way. He could feel himself melting, relaxing under those hands ...
A warm wetness at the top of his left thigh took him by surprise. Valenti jerked and turned his head away from the pillow it had been resting on. Feeling the sensation again, higher up, he realized O’Brian was kissing him.
“Wha...?” he began, and then he felt O’Brian parting his thighs, and a hot tongue was bathing his balls from behind. “Oh, God, Sean ... you don’t ... you shouldn’t ...” he protested as the ticklish warm wetness went on and on, making him want to squirm and hold rigidly still at the same time for fear of interrupting the intense pleasure.
“Turn over.” His partner’s voice was low and commanding. Valenti found himself rolling over onto his back, his cock an angry exclamation point in the darkness, jutting up from between his thighs. A hand cupped him, soothing the ache with a steady stroke.
“Sean ... he protested, wishing he could see the expression on the other man’s face.
“We’re partners. Partners take care of each other,” O’Brian whispered in the darkness, his hand caressing, exploring, claiming.
“That’s no reason to do ... Ah! Things you wouldn’t normally want to do,” Valenti admonished him. He was thrusting into that warm, firm grip now. He could feel the calluses on O’Brian’s palm from gripping his gun. It was so different from the soft, smooth palm of a woman, so unlike any hand-job he had ever gotten, and a hundred times better because it was his partner doing the stroking. He heard a short chuff of laughter in the darkness.
“Since when is anything normal lately?” O’Brian asked. “Nick, the way you touched me today ... I don’t know. It was beautiful. I just want to give a little of that back.”
“There’s ... no obligation.” Valenti panted, although he thought he might die of blue balls if his partner stopped now. “Did it ... because I wanted to.”
“And I want to do this.” The blond head lowered suddenly, and Valenti was enveloped in a wet, glorious heat down to his root. It was obviously a move O’Brian had never performed before because he pulled back quickly, gagging a little. But he didn’t stop. Valenti felt a profusion of golden hair brushing under his palms as he reached down -- to stop his partner or to urge him on, he wasn’t sure which.
“Sean, no ... no, don’t ...” The blond head lifted for a moment, but Valenti could feel his partner’s hot breath blowing across the sensitive skin of his cock as O’Brian spoke.