Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Fuck. It was getting harder to keep thinking of it as mistake when it felt so damn amazing, when his balls were tightening, abs straining, quads burning as his release started to build. Bacon did this thing where he swallowed hard around his cock, cheeks hollowing. He looked some debauched angel, lips swollen, eyes shut, face flushed.
“Come on. Wanna taste it,” Bacon pulled back long enough to urge, harsh, his bossy gaze meeting Spencer’s before his eyes fluttered shut and he resumed his all-out assault.
“You want it? Want my come?” Spencer’s hand tightened in Bacon’s hair and he hummed his approval, sucking harder. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it. Suck it.”
Bacon’s thumbs dug into his ass, and it was his desperation, the sheer need rolling off him in waves that did it, catapulted Spencer into a knee-weakening, world-shaking orgasm. Even jamming his shoulders against the wall didn’t stop him from sinking to the floor, landing next to Bacon in an inelegant heap.
Bacon hauled him close, dropping kisses down his face. Spencer met his mouth for a long, lingering kiss. He was indifferent to tasting himself on Bacon’s lips, but Bacon’s needy sounds and clutching hands made his blood hum. He reached for Bacon’s fly, eager to watch him come apart.
“Better now?” He nipped at Bacon’s swollen lips.
“Still pissed, but so turned-on I can’t think right now.”
“Yeah? You want my hand?” He palmed Bacon through his heavy pants.
Bacon—Spencer still couldn’t think of him as Delbert—released a shaky groan. “That’ll do for starters.”
Spencer had a feeling what he was getting at. “I’m not opposed to you fucking me, but I hardly came prepared—was here for the mission, not screwing around.”
“I did.” Bacon fished around in his pocket, came up with condoms and a small bottle of lube. “Stopped on my way over.”
“You’re damn presumptuous.”
“Nah. Prepared. Hopeful.” He grinned, and something soft in his expression melted Spencer’s reservations. Bacon stood, holding out a hand. As soon as they were standing, Bacon kissed him again, almost like he couldn’t bear to be more than ten seconds without kissing him. And that kind of attention was intoxicating, making Spencer’s fingers bold as he started in on removing Bacon’s clothes. Somehow in between kisses, they both ended up naked and tumbling onto the bed together.
And damn, Bacon was a specimen—all pale skin and bold tattoos and rippling muscles. His chest wasn’t very fuzzy, but what hair was there was as auburn as his head, as was his trimmed patch of hair right above his straining cock. Not porn-star huge, but still long with an oval-shaped head that looked plenty wide enough to make Spencer’s ass clench. He didn’t bottom very often, but something about Bacon’s mood made him want it, made him want to see Bacon coming undone, taking whatever it was he needed so desperately from the fuck.
Bacon loomed large over him, kissing him like the world was on a countdown timer. “You need more time? Because damn, I need you.”
“I’m good.” All the kissing had Spencer’s cock making a valiant effort to get back in the game. He wasn’t sure whether he could get off a second time, but his body was definitely interested in what Bacon had to offer.
“Wanna do it like this so I can keep kissing you. I could kiss you for days.” Moving like a man who knew what he wanted, Bacon reached for a pillow, shoved it under Spencer’s ass. Then he grabbed the lube and a condom.
“I’ll do it.” Spencer held out his hand. Being manhandled by Bacon was kind of an unexpected thrill, but there were limits to the amount of control he was willing to cede. He lubed himself up, eying Bacon’s not-insubstantial cock, and worked two fingers in, stretching himself. For his part, Bacon’s eyes were locked on Spencer’s fingers, eyes going dark and hot and nostrils flaring.
“Yeah? You like watching?” Spencer panted through the burn.
“Fuck, yeah. Love it. Sometime I wanna watch you finger yourself until you come.”
This might be a good time to remind Bacon that this was a strictly one-time kind of deal, but Spencer couldn’t bring himself to spoil the mood. “Mmm. I’d pay a lot to see the same from you. You like that?”
“Uh-huh. Depends. Right now I wanna fuck you stupid, but later, sure, you can do me.”
Oh, Spencer did like a confident guy who could easily switch, but he had to be careful, guard against the urge to make future plans. If all they could have was this moment, he was determined to live in it, not let it go.
Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled his legs back, showed off the flexibility he’d honed for decades, loving how the movement made Bacon moan.
“Fuck. Not sure I’ve ever wanted someone more.” Bacon visibly trembled, which was hot as fuck, knowing he was struggling for control. Lining himself up, he started pressing forward, a slow but steady stroke that lit Spencer up, made the stretch electric. Wanting more, Spencer wrapped his legs around Bacon’s lower back, pulled him in closer.