Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 165476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 827(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 827(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
They were soft, and so very warm their heat might as well have originated in hellfire, but Ned didn’t care and threw his head back, thrusting into Cole’s mouth as shivers passed through him in fast waves. When Cole used his tongue—that same wonderful tongue that felt so good in Ned’s mouth—to press Ned’s dick to his palate, and then sucked, Ned’s skin tightened around his flesh. Cole had put little hooks into him and now pulled on them all.
His balls were so heavy, so swollen Ned feared they might burst open if he didn’t get his release, but Cole worked on it fast and hard, his face dark as he struggled to swallow more of the length without much success.
When Ned got the courage to peek through his fingers, that was it for him. He thrust into the waiting lips a few more times but unloaded at the sight of his own cock obscenely stretching Cole’s lips.
Cole.
Naked.
Flushed.
Mouth filled with dick and spunk.
Cole withdrew, coughing, but his hand worked Ned’s prick as he slid off. When Ned managed to open his eyes again, Cole licked a trail of cum off the shaft, then followed it all the way to the slit at the top and slurped around it as if it were a large piece of candy.
Ned shook with emotion and pleasure as he watched his friend gather the fresh juice with those dusky pink lips, his naked backside rocking in the air as if Cole were fucking someone.
It only took a glance between Cole’s legs to see that dark beast of a cock in all its glory. Damp at the tip, it was as overwhelming and dangerous as it was seductive and existed solely to push Ned off the sane path.
Ned hadn’t expected the fulfillment to come by means of Cole’s mouth. It had happened so fast. One moment they were in the moss, the next Cole put his warm lips on him, and Ned had lost all control. But was he supposed to return the favor now? What else would he be expected to do? His brain tumbled down a rabbit hole of forbidden pleasures only whispered about in dark corners of saloons. Were such perversions even legal?
He’d joined the gang to bring bad men to justice, and he’d be excused of responsibility for the crimes he’d committed, because the ends justified the means. But this? This was real. He was letting go of propriety all too fast and had forgotten that lust was a set of snares. He’d stepped in them with both his feet, and maybe his prick had been captured too, considering the lewdness of his own behavior. But now that he was no longer drunk on pleasure, his mind was clear.
“Wait,” he whispered, still panting.
Chapter 13
Cole’s face was dark in the shadows cast by the setting sun. A flush bloomed on his cheeks and descended down his throat, spilling past his elegant collarbones. His chest worked fast, rapidly expanding with each breath sucked in by the succulent mouth that was still slick with saliva and Ned’s juices. Eyes deep like the night sky shone from beneath drooping eyelids, swiping Ned’s body as Cole shifted his weight and rubbed Ned’s still-trembling thigh with a smile.
He was temptation.
And if Ned didn’t resist, he might as well really become one of the Gotham Boys.
“What are we doing, Cole?” Ned asked and made himself look everywhere but at Cole’s cock, even though it begged for attention. He focused on his friend’s eyes instead and stroked his hair, sitting up.
The damp tresses were smooth and clung to Ned’s fingers as Cole shut his eyes and leaned into the caress like a cat. “We’ll figure it out,” he whispered and took hold of Ned’s wrist, rubbing his lips against the flesh of his palm. His breath tickled the sensitive skin there and made Ned’s toes curl with unexpected arousal that tugged on his just-spent cock.
He'd made himself believe Cole was the one gang member who didn’t deserve the noose despite having no qualms to risk innocent lives. Unspoken lust must have blinded him all along, because it now turned out Cole was the most dangerous of them all.
“How? With more lewd acts?” Ned’s windpipe squeezed as soon as he said that out loud. So maybe he’d been devious at heart all along, but he had a mind of his own and didn’t have to act on lusty thoughts. He’d wished many people dead over the years, but he’d never done the deed, and restraint was what separated good men from bad ones.
Cole’s eyes, which had been so wonderfully glossy, regained their focus. “What?”
The air swept over Ned’s damp skin with its cool breath, and just as he opened his lips, the first drop of rain fell on his cheek. “You know what I mean. It ain’t right. I’ve never been with a woman and now I do this? I ain’t a pervert.”