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)
“I love when you touch me,” Trent moaned against Gage’s neck, his eyes closed and his head rolled back on the seat.
“Baby, let me come inside. We’ll be quiet. I need to make love to you properly… please say yes.” Gage whispered, trailing kisses up his neck, and used the arm under Trent’s shoulders to pull his head closer, to plunge his tongue into Trent’s ear. All Trent could manage was a deeper moan and bucked his hips forward. Gage squeezed his dick tightly, keeping the orgasm held off a little while longer.
“Listen to me. We’re at your house. Let me come in. We can lock the bedroom door, and be quiet, the kids won’t ever know. Let me make love to you tonight,” Gage whispered in his ear. The hot, moist breath tickled, sending shivers shooting down Trent’s body, and Gage again started the massage on his cock. This time stroking with purpose.
“I want more than the backseat, tonight. Please,” Gage asked again, pulling his hand free and working to push Trent back into his slacks.
Trent finally registered the words coming at him, and he missed the loss of Gage’s hand on his cock. He rose, keeping Gage in his arms, looking out the limo window. They were parked in the street of his neighborhood in front of his house. How had he missed that? “Damn, I didn’t even realize.”
“That’s a compliment, now, say you’ll let me come in,” Gage said, moving his head back in Trent’s line of vision.
“We have to be quiet, Gage,” Trent said and inhaled a small breath when Gage rubbed him from the outside of his pants.
“I will, and I’ll be gone way before they wake up, I promise,” Gage said.
“All right, let’s go,” Trent said and rose off Gage. His pants were unbuttoned and it took a minute to adjust himself and straighten his clothing. Gage grabbed his jacket and tie, not bothering to right himself, but turned to a small cabinet.
“Do you have condoms and such, Trent? I can bring these?” Gage didn’t wait for the answer, but dropped them into his coat pocket. Trent stayed behind a minute more, adjusting himself, and he could hear Gage talking quietly as he tucked his shirt all the way in.
“Can you have my Prius brought to me? Put the keys in the mailbox, please,” Gage said.
“Yes, sir, and you won’t need me any further tonight, Mr. Synclair?” the driver asked. Trent bypassed the conversation and began to walk up to the house, but Gage stopped him, grabbing his hand, pulling him back.
“No, thank you for everything tonight,” Gage said to the driver.
“Good night, sir.” The driver nodded at Trent and checked the back door before rounding the trunk to make his way to the driver’s side. All night, Gage never let Trent stray more than a step or two away from him and they walked up to the house together hand-in-hand, neither saying a word. Trent carefully unlocked the door, opening it as silently as he could. Gage slid off his shoes and carried them in the same hand as his jacket. They snuck into the house. Trent toed off his shoes and left them by the entrance. Once the front door closed, Trent listened to see if anything awakened the children, but no one stirred.
He took Gage’s hand and led him down the hall to his bedroom. He didn’t turn the overhead lights on, but walked to the bedside lamp and flipped it on, before going back to the bedroom door. He carefully turned the outdated knob before silently clicking the lock into place, and then closing the door. Gage stayed quiet, walking into his room, looking around. It wasn’t the cleanest it could have been, clothes were draped over an armchair, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d dusted. Gage didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he focused on the contents of his TV stand which stood to the right of the foot of his bed.
“You do have my reports.” Gage lifted a case as he whispered quietly.
“I told you I did,” Trent said, coming to stand behind Gage, wrapping him in his arms.
“All of a sudden, I’m proud of myself. I’m glad you like them, Trent,” Gage said, discarding the video while turning in Trent’s arms, dipping his head for a smoldering kiss. “Make love to me, Trent. I need you.” Gage’s voice dripped in seduction as he trailed kisses down Trent’s neck.
Trent took the shoes from Gage’s hand and quietly placed them on the floor by the television. He took the jacket still in Gage’s arms, first dumping the condoms and oils onto his bed, before tossing the jacket over the arm of his chair. Gage never left the circle of Trent’s arms, as he stood there watching him, and Trent lifted his arms to finish unbuttoning the few buttons on Gage’s shirt. He pushed it off Gage’s shoulders and grabbed it before it hit the floor, tossing it over the tux jacket.
Tonight, Gage wore a white undershirt, and Trent lifted it up and over his head, throwing it in the general direction of Gage’s other things while running his fingertips and palms over his muscular chest. Gage began to unbuckle his belt.
“Let me undress you tonight,” Trent said, placing a hand over Gage’s, stopping him. He took his time. Gage leaned in, trying to slant his mouth over Trent’s, but he dodged it, pulling away. “No, I’ve finally gotten you in my bedroom, where I’ve dreamed of you every night since first laying eyes on you. I’m going to make this last.”
“Sexy, I like the effort, I do, but I want you so badly,” Gage said and pushed Trent’s hands down, rubbing them along his dick. “I’ve been like this since I watched you walk down your hall tonight. Please make love to me, don’t drag this out.”
Gage’s voice grew desperate, his eyes implored him to do his bidding, and Trent squeezed Gage’s cock with his palm, bringing his other hand up to work the belt and button free. His intention was to take piece by piece off the man standing before him, but he found he needed to taste this hard-on in his hand faster than he thought.