Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
But Taron’s interest didn’t only lay in the orgasms anymore. He craved the connection that sparked between them when they had sex. Before Colin, he’d hardly ever fucked the same guy twice. It had been quickies with random guys or with prostitutes, but with Colin he could take his time, knowing that his partner would still be in his arms once their sweat dried. Something he’d never known he wanted.
Colin was there with him every step of the way.
“What do you want?” he asked, obscenely licking the rim of Taron’s mouth, already gasping. His hips kept stirring, pulling his balls and dick over Taron’s skin, but before Taron could find the strength to answer, Colin took both their cocks in one hand and squeezed them together.
Taron’s eyelids fluttered, and he considered asking for Colin to jerk them both off like that, but he craved more intensity tonight. Even weakened and aching, he needed to mark Colin as his again and again. The illogical need to pump Colin full of his seed was more pressing every time they fucked.
“R-ride me,” Taron whispered, eyes locked with Colin’s. His stunted voice cords already felt overused, but he wanted to communicate with his lover, be his world. “I want you on my cock.”
Colin drew in a sharp breath and pumped their cocks, his gaze becoming more intense with each stroke. Taron could feel the hair that had grown back on Colin’s previously shaved balls, the tightness of his muscles, the way he curled his toes by Taron’s calves.
Colin wasn’t the most beautiful man Taron had ever seen, but there had never been anyone so desirable, touchable, so real with him. The heat of their closeness couldn’t be compared to anything he’d ever experienced.
“Oh yeah? I hope this won’t be a rodeo,” Colin said, brushing his fingers along Taron’s side, as if to signal he wanted him to be careful.
“No. You can ride as long as you like.” He exhaled deeply, rubbing his finger between Colin’s spread buttocks.
Colin stretched over him like a cat and tilted his hips to rub his hole against the fingers. “Fuck, even your fingers are thick...”
Blood trickled from Taron’s brain to his dick, and he couldn’t look away from Colin’s face even as he pawed at the nightstand, trying to fish out lube from the drawer. Thank fuck he’d spent some nights here.
Colin pulled his teeth over his bottom lip, making it flush. “Somebody’s desperate.”
Taron let out a needy grunt, not even caring how he sounded. Yes. He was desperate. For once in his life he wanted someone close and couldn’t talk himself out of it, so all else be damned—he would keep Colin.
He couldn’t open the pot of lube with one hand, and he was getting frustrated, but the boy took the container out of his grip and did it for him with a mischievous smile on his lips. He offered it to Taron, for him to dip his fingers into, and it had to be one of the hottest things Taron had ever seen. Colin was inviting him into his body. He was willing, full of need, and even complimented Taron.
Colin’s lips twitched, as if he knew exactly what kind of power he held over Taron, but he didn’t mock him and just moved forward, rubbing his face against Taron’s cheek while his tempting ass tilted up in invitation.
Taron screwed his fingers into the hole, and the moan Colin voiced into Taron’s beard only spurred him on to make the prep quicker. His own cock was so hot between their bodies it might have been emitting steam.
“Yes,” Colin uttered, arching so suddenly the tip of his cock slid down Taron’s stomach, leaving a damp trace behind. He opened to the invasion with ease, spreading his legs and relaxing fast. It was so different from the first few times they fucked Taron almost felt bad about having cared so little about Colin’s comfort back then. Tonight however, Colin was a pet longing for caresses and treats. His hole was hot and smooth as silk, but the moment Taron pushed the digits all the way to the knuckles, Colin stirred his hips, wanting their touch in a very particular spot.
Taron looked up, but Colin’s eyes were closed, and he clutched at Taron’s shoulders with a moan when Taron gently rubbed his prostate again and again. Few things got him as horny as seeing Colin give in to his animalistic instincts. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock in that hot tightness and make Colin scream for more.
In moments like this, Colin lost his inhibitions, writhing and rolling over Taron in response to the caresses. His plump ass massaged Taron’s digits, and at times it almost felt like they were getting sucked on. With three fingers in Colin’s hole, everything became more intense. Colin gave a sharp cry and moved up and down, riding Taron’s hand as if he wanted to get off that way. His breathing came in rapid gasps, but when his eyes cracked open, and the intensity of his gaze clashed with Taron’s, something about the energy of this encounter changed.