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)
Understanding, as he always did, exactly what Valenti needed, O’Brian ducked lower, and then Valenti felt the indescribable sensation of his cock being literally swallowed as O’Brian took him all the way down, the pale, beautiful throat working convulsively.
“Sean! God! Love you so much!” Valenti gasped, feeling as though the cum was being pulled out of him. His back arched helplessly, and he seemed to come endlessly, spasming over and over as O’Brian sucked and milked him for every last drop before finally releasing him. “God, Sean ... that was fucking amazing,” he panted at last while his partner grinned, the golden head still resting on Valenti’s belly.
“Love the way you taste, babe. Love to go down on you.”
“You’re damn good at it,” Valenti said, still breathing heavily. “Give any pro I ever met a run for her money.”
“Gee, thanks,” O’Brian said dryly. “Think I oughta consider a career change?”
“Not a chance,” Valenti told him, ruffling the blond thatch affectionately. “The only cock I ever better catch you sucking is mine, partner.”
“Same goes for you.” O’Brian crawled to the head of the bed and kissed him deeply, feeding Valenti the taste of himself on that sweet tongue. “You’re mine, babe, and I don’t intend to share with anyone,” O’Brian said, pulling back at last.
“Why don’t you prove it?” Valenti asked, feeling his heart trip-hammer in his chest even as he spoke the words. “Or was all that big talk while you were blowing me just talk?”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Nicky,” O’Brian growled, nuzzling Valenti’s throat and biting gently along the big vein pumping just under the skin. “You oughtta know that.”
“Then put your money where your mouth is and fuck me, babe.” Valenti’s voice was low, taunting. He had always known exactly what buttons to press with O’Brian, and this was no exception. It seemed like his partner’s hands were everywhere at once, touching, fondling, caressing, getting him ready to be fucked.
Somewhere, O’Brian had gotten a tube of some kind of lubricant, and it wasn’t long before Valenti felt himself turned gently on his side while the other man stretched him with tender but urgent fingers. The sensation was wholly alien, but not unpleasant. It felt good to be able to relax and be this intimate, this completely open with O’Brian.
His partner was so gentle, so infinitely careful to be sure he was ready, that at last Valenti said, “Can’t wait anymore, Sean. When you gonna put it in?” There was a sudden gust of hot breath in his ear, as though O’Brian had been waiting for him to say something before he dared to continue.
“You sure?” O’Brian asked at last. His fingers probed deeper as he talked, and suddenly they were rubbing something inside that nearly made Valenti jump out of his skin with a bolt of exquisite pleasure. Like somebody stuck a firecracker inside me.
“Feels good?” O’Brian sounded amused as he rubbed over the spot again.
“God, yes!” Valenti gasped, bucking against the man behind him. “Do it, Sean. Don’t make me beg, dammit!”
“You want it that bad, huh?” The voice in his ear was low and hungry. Valenti leaned his head back to feel the warm, solid strength of O’Brian’s shoulder behind him.
“You know I do.” He knew it might hurt a little, maybe even a lot, but suddenly he could barely wait to feel his partner inside him. He wanted the experience -- the closeness as much or more than the pleasure. Wanted to feel like he belonged to O’Brian completely.
O’Brian’s wiry chest hair brushed closely against Valenti’s sweating back, and then Valenti felt the smooth, blunt head of his partner’s heavy cock pressing insistently against him. There was pain now and a great deal of pressure, but Valenti closed his eyes and breathed through it, accepting the hurt as part of the deal. It would be worth it in the long run to feel the man he loved most in the world penetrating him, buried deep in his body.
O’Brian seemed to know what he was doing, moving slowly but steadily forward, hands rubbing ceaselessly over Valenti’s hips in tight little circles, as though his partner wanted to pet away the brief pain he was causing. At last Valenti felt the trim waist and muscular hips flush with his body and knew O’Brian had to be all the way in.
“You okay?” O’Brian’s voice in his ear was low and concerned. Valenti could feel the urgency coiled like a wire inside his partner and understood it himself -- the instinctive urge to thrust, the unbearable need to possess. He also knew O’Brian wouldn’t move a muscle until Valenti told him he was ready.
“Fine,” he whispered, feeling stretched to the limit with the thick cock buried inside him. “Feels ... full, but not bad. Just go slow at first, okay?”