Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Clover gasped but was eager to get the fabric off, revealing the creamy expanse of his chest and the nipples Drake so loved to tease, because they made Clover’s reactions so raw. He’d explored every sensitive spot on Clover’s body, but despite loving bondage, maybe he didn’t need it to have Clover pliant and available.
Maybe not every time. Maybe sometimes, when he didn’t feel like having a long session, they could just fuck, without Drake’s fears holding him back?
Maybe he could let Clover touch him when he was at his most vulnerable and wouldn’t watch his back any longer?
He grabbed Clover’s wrists and pinned them above his head, pushing his lips against the pulsing artery hiding beneath that perfect skin. “We both need it then.”
Clover gasped, his heart drumming against Drake’s chest. How was it even possible that they’d found each other? Drake quickly dismissed the thought because it led to a bitter conclusion that it was thanks to Tank. So many times before they’d gotten together, Tank had suggested to Drake that Clover was worth a shot. He’d been right. But that didn’t mean Tank was right always, or about everything.
But about Clover, he had been.
Clover groaned. “Get me out of those pants…”
Drake laughed, more relaxed with every passing second. He unzipped his jeans and kicked them off before removing his T-shirt as well. In just his underwear, he leaned over Clover, digging under the waistband of his pajama pants, not yet revealing the cock tenting the thin fabric. “Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna stain them.” He stared at Drake, licking his lips.
So needy. It was both sexy and endearing. So many times Drake had watched Clover eagerly spread his legs open for Tank without a hint of restraint yet still so pliant and submissive.
He wanted that.
A tug was enough to pull the garment lower and free Clover’s erection, so he sucked it in without further ado, moaning when the tip slid into his throat. He loved how it felt to have a man’s cock so deep inside his mouth, and the fresh flavor of soap that clung to Clover’s skin only made the experience better.
The boy gasped, and when his fingers curled in Drake’s hair, they caused no fear and triggered no bad memories. All that mattered was the here and now with Clover. Skin to skin.
He pushed one arm under Clover to keep his lips close at all times, but the other already moved down his own boxer shorts. For the briefest moment, his brain led him on to believe someone was creeping behind him, using the distraction of the pretty boy in Drake’s arms, but he knew it was a grim fantasy. He was safe. And Clover would never betray him.
Clover loved him like no one had before.
He only let the damp cock go when Clover’s thighs started to tremble, and he grinned, holding his boy still when Clover moaned, begging for release.
“Too soon. You’re mine to enjoy, remember?”
Clover panted, legs as open as the expression on his face. “Just between us? You give the best head.”
Pride was like a golden wreath placed on Drake’s head by Clover’s nimble hands, and he grinned, pulling on Clover’s legs to drag him over the mattress. “I’m happy you finally admit it. Though I wish I could tell everyone. Drake. The master of bondage. The master of blowjobs,” he said, blindly reaching to his travel bag.
Clover’s stomach moved up and down fast with his every breath. It used to be softer, now while still slim, the muscles had definition. “I wouldn’t want the secret to get out. You’re mine.”
Drake scowled. “I’m not sucking their dicks.”
Clover laughed, and his cock bobbed back and forth, stiff and ready for attention. “The line would reach down the block if anyone found out.”
Drake stilled, for a moment torn out of their pleasure-soaked cocoon. “Too much,” he said and lowered his face to Clover’s chest, rubbing the fresh sweat into flesh with his own face. This was what he needed to focus on. Clover and his spread thighs, his open invitation. Whatever happened between them, he wanted Clover to always know how honored Drake felt over Clover wanting him so much.
Clover covered his face with his hands. “Ugh. I’m sorry. I guess that’s why you gag me,” he muttered, but his hips never stopped rocking against Drake.
Drake nodded and shut his boy up by thrusting his tongue down his throat. Lust-soaked dreams danced at the edges of Drake’s mind, but all he needed was right there, thrashing under him. Each touch, rub, each twist of hands on flesh fueled excitement, and by the time Drake found the lube, he wanted to squeeze it straight into Clover and follow it with his dick.
Only he wouldn’t. He needed to relax Clover first, regardless of how painfully it might twist his balls. Fortunately, Clover was a horny little minx and spread his legs in invitation when Drake put slippery fingers between his buttocks. Just the thought of that tight body swallowing his cock soon had Drake’s self-control on the verge of failing.