Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 125117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Can I touch you?” he asked, cupping Truman’s ass.
“You can touch me anywhere,” Truman breathed out.
“You have the most gorgeous ass,” Ash murmured. “Every time your back’s to me, I want to walk right up to you and press myself against you, feel your perfect ass.”
Truman groaned.
“Don’t stop talking. Damn.”
“Yeah? Okay.”
Ash ran a fingertip between Truman’s cheeks and lingered on his hole.
“I want to press against you, then pull your pants down, bend you over, and bury my face right here.”
He whirled his finger, making Truman’s breath catch. Exquisite frissons were shooting through him, scrambling his ability to think.
“I want to spread you open behind the counter, right there in the open so that if a customer came in, you’d just have to wait. Then I would take the softest rose I could find, and I would tease your hole with it until you were begging me to open you up and fuck you until you screamed.”
“Oh my god,” Truman groaned.
“Too much?” Ash asked.
“No no no, nope, no. Definitely not.”
Ash kissed his cheek. “C’mere.”
Truman was led to Ash’s bed, mind utterly scrambled with lust.
“Can I play with you?” Ash asked, breath hot against Truman’s thighs.
“You can do whatever the hell you want with me. No, seriously, please.”
Ash chuckled softly. Truman heard the sound of a pop, and then Ash’s fingers were back, rubbing around his hole, slick with lube.
Truman pressed his cheek to the bed and tried to shove his ass back onto Ash’s fingers, but Ash seemed to enjoy tormenting him.
“So damn sweet,” Ash said. “You’re so hungry for me.” He rubbed Truman’s hole so slowly that Truman felt light-headed.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” he begged.
“I won’t.”
Ash kissed the base of his spine, then slid a thick finger inside him. For a moment, Truman’s body resisted, then his muscles gave way, and all he felt was the exquisite intrusion.
Ash explored his body with a singular focus, noting every moan, gasp, and twitch to map Truman’s pleasure, until it felt like he’d turned to jelly around Ash’s fingers. An insistent buzz grew and grew, and when Ash curled his finger against Truman’s prostate, a wash of exquisite pleasure overwhelmed him.
“God, you’re so perfect,” Ash muttered.
“You’re so perfect,” Truman tried to reply, but it came out garbled.
“Do you want to come like this?” Ash asked.
Truman nodded and then shook his head and nodded again.
Ash smiled indulgently, then eased his fingers out. Truman keened with the loss but Ash just kissed him, then flipped him onto his back. He slid his fingers back in, and from this angle, the pressure was unbearably perfect. Truman felt like he was unspooling into a supernova of pleasure, bits of him lost among the stars.
Ash’s erection was a heavy brand against his thigh, and he cupped his hand over it, feeling Ash’s breath catch. Ash thrust against him as he worked him with his fingers until they were both moaning and sweating.
Ash closed his other hand around Truman’s cock, and Truman nearly screamed, so utterly sensitized that he almost couldn’t stand it.
“Omigod, don’t stop,” he begged. “Please, please don’t stop.”
Ash, eyelids heavy with lust, did not stop. He swirled his fingertips over Truman’s prostate with such perfect pressure that Truman felt his muscles beginning to tense. A light stroke over the head of his cock, and he was gone.
“Omigod, omigod, Ash, I’m gonna, ohhhh god.”
Truman’s back bowed off the bed and his orgasm ripped through him, locking every muscle in ecstasy. He clawed at the bedsheets and grabbed Ash’s shoulder to anchor him to reality as his body shuddered out of his control.
He was vaguely aware of Ash murmuring warm, appreciative things as he came back to himself. He groaned and then gasped as his body twitched with an aftershock of pleasure.
“Truman, god,” Ash groaned. He was looking at Truman with such affection and admiration.
“You,” Truman accused. But there was no end to the sentiment. “Can I touch you?”
“Yeah, if you want. Um, I’m…it’s not gonna take much.”
Ash’s teeth were gritted and his chest flushed. Truman eased him down beside him and slid his fist over Ash’s hard flesh. He stroked slowly and firmly, watching Ash’s cheeks flush red and his eyes roll back in his head. He considered teasing him but decided to save it for next time. Right now, he just wanted to see Ash come his brains out.
Truman added a little lube and then stroked him hard and fast, pressing a finger under his balls. Ash’s body locked up, mouth opening on a yell.
His orgasm was explosive, nearly doubling him over, and Truman didn’t think he’d ever seen anything hotter than Ash’s fist driving into the bed with pleasure, then pulling the pillow over his own face as he cried out his release.
Truman lay down next to him and gently removed the pillow from his face.