Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
He held out his hand.
Emory strode toward him with complete confidence, which was also sexy as hell. So was the way his gaze roamed hungrily over Julien’s body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Emory’s voice came out raspy and guttural. He walked close and placed his hands on Julien’s chest then stroked them down to his waist before bringing them back up to Julien’s shoulders. “Your body is a fucking work of art.”
Julien worked hard to make it that way. But he was more interested in Emory’s form, and he started running his hands all over him, dislodging the towel when he reached around to cup Emory’s bare ass. The cheeks fit perfectly in his big hands. They were firm and wonderfully round, and he kneaded them with relish. He was going to be inside this ass. His anticipation came with heat.
“Feel like I’m going to burn up,” he muttered right before he slammed his mouth over Emory’s and pulled all that smooth skin against his. He groaned into Emory’s mouth. It felt just as good as he knew it would. It was different—hard muscles instead of soft curves—but he loved it.
He was most definitely bisexual, and if he hadn’t known that before, he sure as hell did now.
Because this was fucking bliss.
His entire body was on fire, his need like a living thing that shut out the world around him.
Emory speared his fingers into Julien’s hair and held him close as he kissed him. Julien continued to knead his perfect ass. He could smell the scent of soap, but Emory had a unique scent of his own. He kissed down his jaw and opened his mouth over Emory’s neck, relishing the taste of his skin.
Emory pushed him toward the bed, and he couldn’t help but grin at the eager expression on Emory’s face. He crawled onto the bed, laying on his back and Emory came over him, those eyes burning with desire.
“Fuck, I want you,” Julien said, voice gritty. He reached out to grab the condom and lube he’d left on the bedside table.
“If you want to use that, you can, but with my magic, you don’t have to.”
He wasn’t even sure he could handle taking Emory bare, but he was definitely going to find out. He left the condom and poured lube over his fingers. “Lift up.”
Emory came up on his knees, straddling Julien. “I prepped myself.”
“I still want to touch you. See how you feel with my fingers and later my tongue.”
The corner of Emory’s mouth went up. “For a straight guy, you don’t seem to be hesitating over any of this.”
“I’m not a straight guy. You’ve shown me that. I feel absolutely no reservations with you or your body. I like it all. Want it all. I want to do everything with you, Emory.” He rubbed the lube on both hands, then wrapped one hand around Emory’s dick and brought the fingers of his other hand to Emory’s hole.
Emory sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back.
Julien stared up at him in awe. Emory was beautiful poised over him. Overcome with pleasure. Julien stroked his slippery hand up and down that pretty dick and pushed one finger up inside Emory. Just the sensation on his finger made his eyes roll back. “So fucking tight!”
Emory was hot inside, the walls silken. Sliding his cock in there might kill him. Julien blinked his focus back onto Emory because he didn’t want to miss a moment while he took this angel apart. He tightened his grip and rubbed his thumb over the tip of Emory’s cock. At the same time, he thrust his finger in slow, deep movements, searching for Emory’s prostate. Emory cried out when he did, his hips rolling as he punched his dick into Julien’s fist. He bent his neck to look down at Emory, his wavy hair a gorgeous cloud about his face.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Julien gasped out The rolling of Emory’s hips was taking away his ability to breathe.
Though he’d told Emory he had no reservations and he meant it, a part of him had still wondered if he would completely enjoy this. Enjoy didn’t even come close to describing what he was feeling. It was like every cell in his body had come to life.
Emory stayed his hand. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I want you inside me first.” He lifted off Julien’s fingers, then reached for the lube. He took his time spreading it around Julien’s erection, never once taking his eyes off Julien’s.
Julien reveled in the knowledge that Emory was just as undone over their sex as him. And as Emory sank down onto him, his mouth fell open at the hot, tight clasp. He punched up his hips, sliding deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” Emory bit out as he started to slide up and down.