Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Rough hands clutched him close. “I’ll spar more often if it gets this response,” Noah said in between broken pants.
Rowe came back up to dive into Noah’s mouth as his hand reached inside Noah’s shorts and wrapped around his hard, hot dick. Noah shouted into his mouth and held him tighter, his fingers digging into muscle.
Rowe’s heart hammered as need swamped him. He pulled away from Noah, meeting hooded eyes, then he turned Noah toward the sink as he shut and locked the door behind him. Noah’s eyes met his in the mirror as he yanked Noah’s shorts down. He kissed down his sexy back, biting into slick muscle. He wrapped his arms around Noah’s waist, spread his fingers over his taut stomach, and buried his face in the dip over Noah’s ass. He loved the small of his back. Sweat streaked his cheeks, his lips. He slowly rubbed his face on that hot, silky skin.
“You’re going to have to take a shower with me.” Noah’s voice was husky and rough and Rowe saw he was gripping the edge of the counter with white knuckles. Rowe stood, opened his pants, and slid his dick along the crease of Noah’s ass, biting his shoulder when Noah groaned and thrust back against him. His taller boyfriend bent his knees and rubbed against Rowe.
“Christ,” Rowe breathed as he flipped open the lube and brought his slick fingers to Noah’s hole. He watched his man in the mirror as he worked open his body, taking in the blown pupils, the hard nipples, the sweat still shining on his chest and stomach. Growling, he kissed his shoulder, then nuzzled his neck.
Noah dropped his head back though his gaze stayed locked with Rowe’s. He let go of the counter, reached down, and began stroking his cock.
Rowe felt like he was going to lose his mind. His own dick ached for release and he glanced down to see pre-come beading on the tip. He hoped Noah was ready because he needed to be in that hot, tight channel more than he needed to breathe.
He pulled out his fingers, lined himself up and pushed inside, coming up on his toes to get deeper. Noah bent his knees more and moaned, clenching around Rowe until Rowe’s vision went blurry. Rowe began to move inside him, loving the heat, the slide, the tightness. Noah abruptly growled and spread his feet out, which lowered his body enough so Rowe could start ramming inside him just the way he knew Noah liked.
Blue eyes rolled back as he gasped air into his lungs. Strangled noises spilled from his open mouth. Rowe grasped his hips hard and picked up speed. “Jack yourself, Noah. I’m about to come.”
“Don’t need to,” he breathed, dropping his head forward so all that silky hair fell over his face. “Hitting me. Just. Right.”
Holy hell, he was the hottest thing on this earth. Rowe crushed his lips to Noah’s back, pushed deep inside him, and pressed his body as close as he could to Noah.
Noah cried out and started to shake, and that was Rowe’s cue. He reached around and cupped his hand on the end of Noah’s dick so he could feel all that heat spilling over his palm. Noah shuddered, clenching his ass tight as he made the sexiest noises in his throat. Rowe lost it. He shoved deep, deep inside Noah and felt every muscle in his body coiling up, readying for release and when it hit, he bit down on Noah’s back to muffle the roar he couldn’t stop. He would have staggered if Noah hadn’t reached back with both hands and clutched his hips, holding him as close as possible. Rowe panted against his back, rubbing his own sweaty cheek against silky, smooth skin. He breathed deep, loving the scent of their sex—semen and musk. And Noah. Fuck, he always smelled so good. It was like his own personal scent had been created just to lure Rowe to him at all times.
“I love you,” he murmured into skin, tightening his arms around this man he couldn’t live without. “I love you so goddamn much.”
Noah reached out and flipped on the shower, then turned so he could cup the sides of Rowe’s face. “If it’s going to get me that response every time, I may take on teaching some classes.” He frowned. “Or—tell me the truth—was it seeing Andrei kick my ass that brought this on?”
“He did, didn’t he?”
“There’s something scary about that man.”
“You were going easy on him anyway.” Rowe kissed his palm.
“Go ahead and believe that.”
As they stepped into the shower, which really wasn’t big enough for two, Rowe squeezed close as Noah grabbed the soap. “My response had nothing to do with you getting your ass kicked and everything to do with your body half naked and sweaty.” He winked. “And okay, maybe watching you grappling with another hot, sweaty guy was kind of a treat.”