Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Saliva drizzled over his shaft as DJ bobbed his head, grunting and moaning in pleasure, his eyes raised to meet Seamus’s gaze.
“I'm going to come.” He thrust his hips again and again, unable to restrain himself. “DJ, if you want me inside you, you need to stop.” He shook and panted, trying to hold back, but sure he’d lose the battle if that talented mouth pleasured him for even a moment longer. “Oh God.”
DJ popped off his shaft, scrambled onto his lap, and kissed him.
“Ungh.” He clutched DJ’s hips and yanked him forward, needing every inch of contact.
Blue, hazy eyes blinked open and then DJ looked down between them. “I want that inside me.” He licked his lips.
“It’s all yours.” His dick, his body, every part of him. His entire life, he’d been confident he knew what he wanted and what he didn’t want, but that all changed when he met this man. “I’m all yours.”
DJ put his hands on Seamus’s cheeks and kissed him again, hard and deep. Then he pulled back and reached for the lube. He coated his own fingers, rose to his knees, straddling Seamus’s body, and then reached around behind himself. When his eyes rolled back and he gasped, face awash in arousal, Seamus wished he could see his fingers impaling his ass. That wasn’t possible in his position, so he snaked his arm around him, dragged his hand over his firm cheek and into the crease of his ass, and then pushed his finger in alongside DJ’s.
“Ungh,” DJ grunted. “Yes, stretch me. Make me feel it.” DJ’s eyes were closed, his mouth hung open, and his hips rolled as they pumped their joined fingers in and out of his body.
The rapture on his face and his erotic words threatened to snap Seamus’s already threadbare control. He was sure he had never truly understood desire until that moment, in bed with his husband. “I need you,” he rasped. “So much.”
“Me too.” DJ rose to his knees, took hold of Seamus’s cock, and positioned it against his hole. He bore down and pushed his tight, silky heat over Seamus, encasing him in bliss.
He couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, but he planted his feet on the bed, grasped DJ’s waist and helped him bounce up and down as he snapped his hips, adding power to their joining. He wouldn’t last. There was no way to hold back in the face of pleasure that intense.
“Yes!” DJ shouted. “Like that. I want it like that.” He fell forward, hands pressed against the wall, and pushed his ass back harder, meeting Seamus’s every pump with equal force. “Yes, yes, oh God, Seamus, yes!” DJ threw his head back, his jaw dropped, and his ass convulsed as seed shot from his untouched cock.
It was the single most arousing thing Seamus had ever seen, and he shouted in relief as pure pleasure pulsed through his entire body and he came deep inside his husband.
“Oh my God.” He grasped DJ’s head and tugged him forward until their lips met. “Oh my God.” He kissed his mouth, his cheek, his eyelids, his forehead, and then he held him tightly, cradling him against his chest. “I’m so glad I found you.” Tears filled his eyes, the connection between them overwhelming. “I love you, DJ. I love you so much.”
Head tucked under Seamus’s chin, DJ dug his fingers into his biceps. “I love you too.”
Chapter 11
“It’s been two weeks. I have to go back to work.”
“No you don’t.” Seamus tightened his arms, which were wrapped around DJ’s back. “You have to stay here with me, just like this.”
“Neither of us can do our jobs if we’re naked in bed all day.” DJ lay on top of Seamus, his hands propped on his chin.
“We agreed you would stay away from your jobs until the sheriff gives you the all clear. And besides, I really, really enjoy being naked with you.” Seamus skimmed one hand down his back and over the swell of his ass. “I love your body, DJ.”
The movement caused DJ to shift just enough for Seamus’s spent cock to slip against his balls, and he stopped caring about anything outside of their bedroom. “The feeling’s mutual.” He moved his leg up and down, dragging his thigh over Seamus’s cock. Hard or soft, he wanted nothing more than to touch it and taste it. He was beautiful all over.
“I'm not being too rough with you, am I?” One long finger slid into his hole, caressing him inside. “I never want to hurt you.”
“Mmm.” He closed his eyes, the sensation both arousing and relaxing. “You feel amazing inside me. That never hurts.”
“It’s not too much for you?” Slowly, he added a second finger. “Taking it this often?”
Since the first night they’d slept together, Seamus had been insatiable. Even before then, he had been free with his touches, but once his walls came down, they crumbled into ash. Whenever they were at home, Seamus was all over him. Kissing him, caressing him, rubbing up against him, and, to his point, fucking him. When he had been alone, he had made good and frequent use of his dildo, but that had been nothing compared to living with his now voracious man. He was overjoyed.