Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
It was salty, sticky, smooth. And it only fed Roman’s addiction. He did it again, bringing more precome up to their mouths, both of their tongues swirling around his thumb, Wyatt sucking it into his mouth before giving it back to Roman.
Hunger. Both men were consumed by it. A devouring need that pulsed inside Roman like a caged dragon, fire brimming from its jaws.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, Salt.”
“Yeah?” Wyatt asked, his cock throbbing in Roman’s grip. More of his precome oozed out, the head of his cock glistening in the slick wetness.
“Fuck yeah, Salt. There you go. Let me milk your thick cock, just like that.”
Wyatt tossed his head back, still straddling Roman, his hands now holding on to his shoulders so that he wouldn’t fall back. Roman worked him with both hands, leaning forward and spitting directly on Wyatt’s stiff cock, using that to mix with the precome and spread it slowly up and down his shaft.
Wyatt’s entire body trembled. Roman went slow, worshipping him, twisting his closed fist, running his thumb over the wet slit. He went down, cupping Wyatt’s tightening balls, feeling them slowly shift around in the palm of his hand. He went in and sucked on Wyatt’s other nipple, continuing to stroke him but picking up the pace, tightening his grip.
Wyatt’s body responded with more trembles, his groans getting louder and louder. It almost sounded like he was close to coming.
And Roman wasn’t exactly ready for that just yet. He wanted to try something different tonight and wanted Wyatt at full mast when he brought it up.
He stopped stroking, kissing the small dip in Wyatt’s chest directly between his pebbled nipples, his heart somewhere underneath. Roman looked up, his own cock pushing up against the entire side of his briefs, the dark fabric made even darker around the spot that soaked through with precome.
“Hold on, baby.”
Wyatt looked down at Roman, almost appearing upset that the pleasure appeared to have ceased.
Roman gave him one apologetic stroke, smiling into Wyatt’s fiery-hot gaze.
“I want to try something tonight.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Sit on the bed,” Roman said, helping Wyatt off his lap. He walked to the edge of the bed, sitting with his dick aimed straight up at the ceiling, legs spread wide. He adjusted his glasses, watching Roman with curiosity as he stood and walked over to the closet, crossing the windows that looked down at a still-wide-awake Miami Beach. One of the clubs, a gay one with three floors and five different rooms, still had a line that stretched around the block to get in, and the clock on Roman’s wall read two o’clock.
Roman ignored that, opening his closet and taking out a simple black box about the size of a shoe box for someone with very large feet. He brought it over to the bed, setting it down, his cock throbbing against his thigh. Even just bringing this up was getting Roman harder than he’d ever been, his body reacting in a way that almost surprised him.
“Open it,” he said to Wyatt. He pulled down his briefs, needing to release his cock, distracting Wyatt as he leaned in for a kiss directly on the tip and smiling as he wrapped his lips around Roman. “Uh-uh,” Roman said with a smirk, tugging his hips back and pulling his cock from Wyatt’s mouth. “The box.”
Wyatt licked his lips and turned his focus back to the box. He lifted off the cover and revealed the contents: neatly folded-up black ropes shone under the dim light, set next to a simple black vibrating wand, a silver power button on the end of it.
“I want you to tie me up and edge me, Salt.”
Wyatt looked up with wide eyes, the smirk growing, his cock twitching.
“Lie down, then,” he said, and Roman nearly felt himself bust, right then and there.
Luckily, he managed to hold himself back. He lay down on the bed, opening his legs and holding his hands up behind his head. Wyatt picked up the soft but thick rope, standing up, his thick erection highlighted by the warm lamplight.
Fuck, I’m not going to last long, am I?
Chapter 22
Wyatt Hernandez
Wyatt felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. Every single cell in his body buzzed, every nerve catching fire, every inch of him feeling the electricity that coursed through him. He’d never been this hard, this turned on. He didn’t even want to brush his cock against anything for fear of blowing his load way too soon.
Tied up and edged… fuck.
Wyatt took a moment to admire the heavenly body that lay out before him. From the perfect toes that planted themselves on the bed up to the strong thighs that led to his delicious cock, just as hard as Wyatt’s was. His eyes traveled further up, over the sexy V-shaped muscles that curved with his hips, drinking in the way his abs rippled. Roman smiled up at him, rubbing his own chest, hand moving over the tattoo of a snake and dagger on his chest, the crisp outlines shifting with his breath and giving the illusion of the snake breathing along with him.