Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Not one time, Neddie. When you kissed me back that first time, I felt as if I’d found a goldmine of my own,” he said, opening the front of Ned’s pants while they looked into one another’s eyes for so long it felt as if Cole could peek into Ned’s very soul. And for once, he wasn’t afraid to uncover all his cards. If Ned ever had doubts about the sincerity of Cole’s feelings, he could shed those now.
Ned let out a trembling breath and mirrored Cole’s gesture, reaching between his legs. “I can’t even remember who touched who first.” He groaned in pleasure when Cole squeezed his cock, and he rolled his warm tongue along Cole’s lips. “How did that secret kissing technique go, hm?”
“It got me where I wanted to be. With my hand on your hard cock,” Cole said, boiling in the tight space when Ned’s big, rough hand slid into his underthings and cupped his prick.
Ned rocked against his hand, frowning when, in the heat of pleasure, he poked his elbow against the hard wood of the compartment. “I had no idea what I wanted before your tongue fucked my mouth. You’re so good at kissing, Cole.”
The compliment set fire to Cole’s balls, and he dove in, tracing Ned’s lips so thoroughly it made them both gasp in anticipation. But other pleasures couldn’t wait, and he pumped Ned’s prick faster, gasping when it dove under his sleeve and left a damp trail on the inside of his wrist.
“Then I’ll kiss you whenever you want. If you agree to stay with me, I promise to make you happy,” he whispered, choking up once more. This wasn’t how people usually offered one another a forever, but Cole never was one for ceremony.
“Always the sneaky bastard,” Ned murmured, petting Cole’s prick lovingly. “Offering a relationship when your hand’s on a man’s cock. You think I could deny you anything right now?”
Cole chuckled, rocking against Ned’s steady touch.
“How else could I make you stay with the likes of me?”
“Real good cocksucking…”
Ned delved in for another kiss, and the tight box under a wagon could as well have been a cloud in heaven soaked with the scent of his Ned. No bump in the road mattered when Ned held him, because together they’d weather any storm.
He didn’t know what gave him more pleasure—touching Ned or having his own cock milked, but such things no longer mattered when they lay folded into one body. He moaned into the kiss and let desire guide his hands, hips, tongue until waves of sheer joy crashed over him in the hidden box filled with the scent of their lust and the sounds of their urgency.
From now on, they’d never leave one another’s side. They’d trust each other. They’d love each other, like fate intended.
He shook and bit into Ned’s cheek to keep in the low grunts pushing at his lips when his come drizzled Ned’s fingers, but his lover wasn’t far behind him and rocked against Cole as much as the tight space allowed.
“That’s it. You look so handsome like this. Riding me,” Cole teased and squeezed his fingers just behind Ned’s cockhead.
“I’d… I’d like to do that some time,” Ned mumbled between one gasp and another. “Just sit in your lap… wrap my legs around you… and ride your cock.”
Cole’s vision clouded with desire but the fantasy must have gotten to Ned too because he finished with a grunt of pleasure and bit on Cole’s lip. He was still panting as he rubbed his forehead against Cole’s cheek, still like a sated bull after breeding.
“Love the scent of your spend,” Cole whispered, letting the come cool on his fingers while he pressed gentle kisses to Ned’s cheek and marvelled at how good it felt to offer his lover the truth, without the need to withhold his true emotions. “Your wishes are my commands,” he said softly and pulled Ned into the gentlest hug.
They’d need to rearrange their clothes, in case Adam came to uncover their hideout, but that could still wait.
“I love you,” Ned whispered, keeping his eyes closed as if he were worried what he might see reflected in Cole’s. “Some days I can’t believe you found me after all those years.”
Cole made an embarrassing little noise and pressed their sweaty foreheads together, feeling as if Ned’s strong, warm hands were petting his heart. “It was the compass. You told me it would always lead me back to you, and it worked as you promised.”
Ned smiled, and to know that it was Cole who’d made him happy was sweeter than honey-coated raisins. “Where will it lead us now?”
Cole stalled and gave a soft, somewhat nervous laugh. “I… made a bargain with Jan. So he’d get us out of this. Hope you like everyone, because we’re staying with the circus,” Cole said, almost too fast.