Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Christ, those things are sexy.”
“Thank you,” he said, reaching for his cock.
“Seriously, I’m gonna need you to wear those again soon so I can take them off with my teeth.”
Jesus. Liam’s knees wobbled.
“Anytime. Now, as much as I love the way you look sprawled out on my bed with that gorgeous cock all hard and leaking… roll over.”
Tate did, groaning when his erection pressed into the mattress. He folded his arms under his head and stared back at Liam with hot desire.
“God, Tate, your ass is a thing of beauty.” He crawled up onto the bed and grabbed the thick cheeks in both hands. Tate’s lusty moan made another bead of precum slip from Liam’s cock.
He squeezed and kneaded Tate’s ass until his man was panting and practically humping the bed.
“Liam…”
He spread his hands and Tate’s ass cheeks apart, exposing his tight, pink hole. “Get ready, baby. I’m about to change your life.”
“Shit,” Tate muttered.
Liam leaned forward and blew a long stream of air on the bared skin.
“Oh fuck,” Tate shouted as his entire body spasmed. “Luxe, what the…”
They were only just beginning. If he stayed that responsive, this would blow his mind. “I am going to make this ass feel so fucking good, you’ll never want me to leave it.”
“God, Luxe, you’re fucking killing me. Do something.”
A slightly evil grin curled Liam’s lips. If his suspicion was right, Tate had no idea how good this could get. But he was about to find out. He leaned in and licked over Tate’s rim.
His man bucked and hollered, “Motherfucker,” making Liam chuckle against Tate’s asshole.
“First time?”
Tate trembled. “Yeah, uh, first time.”
“Green light?”
“Fuck, Luxe, yes. Green fucking light to anything you want to do to me.”
Oh, this is going to be fun.
TATE BRACED FOR what he knew was coming. Quick fucks in a club bathroom didn’t lend to such an intimate act. The mere thought of Liam burying his face between his ass cheeks and eating him out nearly had him coming. The puff of air had been enough to make a violent rocket of pleasure coast through him. And his tongue? There were no words.
Liam’s warm tongue met his hole again, lingering this time, and the warm, wet pressure awoke neglected nerve endings with a near-violent burst of pleasure.
“Holy shit!” he shouted, jerking his head off the pillow so he could stare back at Liam.
The minx wore an impish smirk. “Too much?”
“Fuck no, that was…”
“Best thing ever, right?”
“Pretty damn close. I’m reserving that title for your cock in my ass.” He prayed he could hold out that long.
“Well, aren’t you sweet? I think that deserves a reward. Lie back down.”
Tate let his head fall onto his folded arms. His ass clenched in anticipation of another tonguing from his lover. He wasn’t sure he could survive it, but he’d give it his very best.
Liam wasted no time. He dove in, licking circles around Tate’s asshole and occasionally nipping at his crack. Tate tried not to dissolve into a porn-worthy mess of moans and whimpers, but it was damn near impossible, especially when Liam whispered, “Fuck, I love this,” into his ass before attacking him again.
His balls ached with the fierce need to come, but at the same time, he wanted to revel in this treatment for hours.
He lost himself in the sinful pleasure of the most intimate act he’d participated in. The discomfort in his face all but disappeared. There wasn’t space for pain alongside pleasure this sharp. Words flowed out of his mouth unchecked, though he had no idea what he was saying.
Pleas, praises, whines.
And then Liam breached his hole with his tongue, and Tate let out a half sob half scream. Liam had softened the tight muscles, so there was no pain, though definitely a foreign feeling of invasion, but at the same time, it felt better than anything he’d experienced before. “Liam,” he choked out as he started to fuck the bed. “I need to come. Fuck, I’m dying.”
Liam slapped his ass. The sting went straight to his balls, feeling like a hard tug.
“Nuh-uh-uh, no cheating, baby.”
“Please, Luxe…” More? Relief? What was he even pleading for?
“Oh shit, if I’d know the sound of you begging would be that hot, I’d have made you do it long before now.”
“Luxe…” This time, it was more of a growled command.
He could feel Liam shiver behind him. “That’s it. Love me growly, demanding Tate. But I think you’re ready for the next step, so let’s ramp this up a notch.”
Tate groaned when the incredible lips and tongue disappeared, but he didn’t have to wait long for the next notch. The snick of a lube cap had him tensing, but Liam was right there, crooning in his ear. “Just relax, baby. One finger to start, and it’s nice and lubed up. I promise this is going to feel good.”