Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
On those words, Gage flipped the lid to the bottle of oil, coated his fingers, and clicked the lid closed with his thumb. He absently tossed the bottle aside, keeping it in reach, before leaning down and capturing Trent’s lips again. His tongue dove in, while his hand dropped low to gently massage Trent’s rim and ass. He was tight, but Gage knew that already from fingering him before. Gage deepened the kiss, glad he took the time for the blow job; it would help in relaxing Trent.
The kiss continued, along with the massage he gave, and Trent reached up, snaking his fingers back in Gage’s hair. Then he wrapped Gage in his arms, with one strong arm pressing their bodies together, mingling their cocks against one another. The entire time, Gage worked Trent, inserting one finger, then two, stretching and massaging him until his hips began to roll with the movement of Gage’s hand. The kiss deepened with the sexy sounds of encouragement. Gage realized in a shocking moment, sex did seem to mean more when there were feelings involved, and Gage’s emotions were most definitely involved. The connection between them was undeniable. He craved this to the depths of his soul. Gage wanted it to be right and perfect for Trent; therefore, he refused to rush, no matter what his cock might want at this moment.
Trent urged and begged him on, too, reaching low to grip Gage’s dick. His hands were magic and just what Gage needed. Each touch landed straight in his heart escalating the emotions he couldn’t define. Trent began to stroke him in earnest, moving up and down with just the right amount of pressure until Gage thought he’d explode, but he held fast, determined to take his time. He reached for the bottle of lubricate again, quickly snapped it open, and poured a few more drops directly on Trent’s ass as he added his third finger.
Trent bent his legs and tugged, pulling Gage on top of his body, locking him between his knees. He begged Gage to take this further, but Gage kept his hand between their bodies massaging him, hitting all the right spots over and over. Trent had already completely recovered from his first orgasm of the night, but another threatened to undo him again quickly.
“Now… I need you now…” Trent pleaded.
“I want it to be good for you,” Gage said, panting. His own cock begged him to move this along, but he held off, working Trent the entire time.
“Please, baby, I’m ready… I’m so, so ready…” Trent said, stroking Gage, while pushing him down by the cock, positioning him between his legs. “Now, please, I can’t wait!”
Gage took over. He grabbed the oil again, drizzling several drops directly onto his cock as he positioned himself. He slid his hand through the lube, coating his dick while rubbing his broad head around Trent’s wet, relaxed rim. Beads of moisture pulsed out in small bursts with each swipe he made. His breath caught in his throat, he was beyond ready for this moment. He slowly began to push forward. Gage closed his eyes as he eased the head inside the tight ring of muscle. The sensations took his breath away—Wait! He wasn’t wearing a condom. How could he have forgotten? Shit! Goddammit! Gage jerked his eyes open and up to Trent’s who looked back at him with such a look of anticipation it floored him. He lurched forward on the bed, but Trent grabbed at him, getting in his way, wanting to hold him in place.
“Condom! I need a condom!” Gage struggled free of Trent’s hold, reaching far across the bed to the nightstand, fumbling with the packets. Several fell to the floor, but he managed to get one in his hand, lifting it as if he’d grabbed the million dollar prize at the bottom of the pile. Trent helped him position himself back between Trent’s knees in a matter of seconds. His overwhelming need to be in this man caused him to be clumsy, and he fumbled the packet, but Trent lifted to him and helped him put the condom on, coating it with the oil.
They worked together, and when done, Trent lifted his head, bringing his hands to Gage’s face, kissing him. Only a small swipe of the tongue, but it settled Gage, calmed him, and Trent smiled as he lowered back to the bed. Gage positioned himself again and slowly entered, getting all of his broad head inside. Trent was tight, but very ready, and Gage’s breath rushed forward, escaping his lips in the deep anticipation of the moments to come.
“You already feel so good,” Gage said on an exhale while Trent laid back, letting an enticing moan escape his lips. Trent arched his body, lifted his ass by the heels of his feet, pushing Gage’s cock farther down. That action was all it took. Gage slid in, anchoring his arms around under Trent’s knees, lifting Trent’s legs for a better position.
Inch by delicious inch, he moved deeper inside. It took everything for him to take it slow, but he wanted this to be as good for Trent as it was for him right now. His heart pumped wildly in his chest. Gage closed his eyes and ground his teeth together to fight against his need to take this man lying beneath him, to violently buck his hips and fuck him. His release hovered close to the surface, barely contained as he slid completely inside.
They both held completely still. Gage opened his eyes with his breath panting and sweat trickling down the side of his face with the exertion he used in keeping control. His eyes met Trent’s and his heart lurched from his chest. This man was his. Trent Cooper was made for him. He released Trent’s legs and they wrapped around his waist, encircling Gage. Trent’s heels dug into his ass, his thighs clenched around his hips forcing him to move back and forth. Gage fell forward, catching himself on his elbows, tangling his fingers into Trent’s hair and never stopped moving into this man who so deliciously surrounded him, encouraging him on.