Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes.” Clint kissed his fur-covered pec. “I love this.” A hairy man had always done it for him. He used his tongue to lash over one of August’s pebbled nipples.
“God, that feels good.” August’s voice was raspier than usual. He surprised Clint by grabbing his wrist, bringing Clint’s hand to his groin, and pressing it against his impressive erection. “I haven’t been touched by another man in years.”
Clint massaged his bulge, looked August in the eyes. “You never did? After Lewis?”
“Nah. I don’t do the hookup thing. I’m too old for that shit. Recently, however, I did start jerking off while thinking about you,” he admitted, making Clint get even harder.
“Me too—about you.” They kept their gazes locked on each other as Clint unbuttoned August’s shorts, pulled down the zipper, and tugged them down his legs. “Christ,” he groaned when August’s erection was freed. “Look at this fat fucking rod.” He wrapped a hand around August’s hot length.
“Clint.” August leaned back against the wall, his eyes closing, hips pumping so he was fucking Clint’s hand. “Fuck me.” He dropped his head back, breathing rapidly, clearly blissed out.
“Yeah?” Clint kissed his chest, used his other hand to cup August’s lightly hairy ass. “You miss having someone in your hole?” Clint had never wanted something so much in his life; he had never wanted someone so much in his life.
“Hell yes. I’m vers, but…”
Clint slipped his finger between August’s cheeks. “But you want to be filled? I can do that, but you have to let me eat you out first. I fucking love that.”
August’s dick throbbed in Clint’s hand, Clint’s own cock twitching once at the thought of being inside August.
“Please,” August begged. It was the sexiest sound Clint had ever heard.
He turned August so he faced the wall, knelt, then finished tugging down his shorts and underwear. When he reached August’s feet, Clint took off his shoes and then continued with the rest.
He skated his fingertips over the curve of August’s plump ass, watching goose bumps follow behind. “I think I’m going to like it here,” Clint teased, and August chuckled. “What? It’s a great ass.”
“Didn’t you say you were going to eat it?”
“Someone’s impatient.”
“I want you.”
Clint noticed his words. He didn’t just say it had been a long time, but that he wanted Clint. Damned if that didn’t make him feel good.
He rubbed his cheek against August’s ass cheek, then used his hands to spread them, taking in the tight hole tucked in the middle. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is you.” Was that a weird thing to say? Did that sound like Clint thought this was more than it was? Hell, he didn’t even know what this was, just that it was August and that made it more.
“I can’t believe it’s you either.”
Clint smiled at the reply, then leaned in and flicked his tongue over August’s rim. He felt the other man nearly melt, a wave of shivers racing down his body. Clint wanted to keep pleasuring him, wanted to feel that over and over. He licked him again, then stiffened his tongue and pushed at August’s hole.
He wasn’t worked up enough yet, so Clint went all in, burying his face between August’s cheeks, spurred on by the sound of his breathing, his moans, the whispered pleas for more.
August moved back against him, saying Clint’s name, and damn near trying to ride his face. He seemed to love this as much as Clint did.
He tasted like soap and a light tinge of sweat, and Clint thought maybe he could get drunk off it. He used his teeth to nibble at August’s cheeks, one, then the other, and slid his hand between August’s legs to play with his heavy sac.
“Fuck, Clint. You’re killing me.”
“Don’t die on me,” Clint replied, then pushed at August’s rim again, finally able to work his tongue in. He ate August out until his jaw ached, until August’s movements became jerkier and Clint thought he might blow his load from this alone.
Clint shoved to his feet, chuckled when August whimpered like he hadn’t had enough. If it hadn’t been so long for August, Clint figured he could make it work without lube, but he didn’t want to risk it. He made quick work of his own jeans and underwear, tossing them to the floor, then said, “Don’t move.”
He kissed August’s shoulder and headed for his room. He hurried to get the lube and a condom from his nightstand, dick bobbing as he went. He was about to fuck August. August. His goddamned mind was blown.
“You stayed,” he said when he got back into the room.
August looked over his shoulder, hands against the wall. His gaze ran the length of Clint’s body. “Why would I leave when I know what you’re coming back to give me?”
This man. He would end up wrecking Clint. He already was.