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)
Emory was standing over him, one eyebrow quirked high as he looked at the tent in Julien’s shorts. He said something, but Julien’s music drowned him out, so he removed his earbuds.
“Working out get you hot?” Emory asked.
He stared up at this gorgeous man for several moments before a lazy grin stretched his lips. “Not usually, but my mind drifted back to last night.”
Emory knelt, then stretched out over Julien, bracing himself up with his hands. He’d put his hair into that bun again, but strands silkily framed his face. The area around his lips was faintly red, and Julien felt a rush of warmth knowing that was from his beard. He’d certainly kissed the hell out of the angel the night before. He raised his hand and gently ran his thumb over the reddened skin. “Is this sore?”
“Just more sensitive, along with another area of my body. But I like it because it brings good images to my mind.” He lowered his body. “I can’t seem to resist you.”
“That’s good since I’ve proven I’m shit at that, too,” Julien murmured. “You’re going to get your nice clothes all sweaty.”
“Don’t care,” he breathed as he slanted his mouth over Julien’s.
And as always, fireworks went off inside Julien. They ate at each other’s mouths, tongues sensuously sliding together. He slid his hand down and gripped Emory’s ass, moaning when Emory ground against him. If Emory didn’t care that he was all sweaty, then neither did he.
Emory wrenched his mouth away and kissed down Julien’s neck before opening his mouth over his pulse and sucking. “Fuck, you taste good,” he whispered. He kissed Julien’s chest, and Julien wished he wasn’t wearing a T-shirt, but those thoughts fled when Emory slid his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and tugged them and his boxers down.
He let out the sexiest groan when he took Julien down his throat.
Julien’s back bowed off the mat. “Fuck, Emory!”
Emory set up a hard, fast suction, his head bobbing. He wasn’t playing around, going at Julien’s dick with pure heat and enthusiasm. It fucking went to Julien’s head and he lost all control, crying out with the overwhelming pleasure. Emory stayed relentless, the tight heat of his mouth so damn good, Julien’s body started to shake. He reached down and grabbed Emory’s head, his hands dislodging the bun and causing all that beautiful hair to spill, obscuring his view of Emory’s lips stretched around him.
Julien thrust up, and when Emory swallowed around the head of his cock, he yelled again as his orgasm slammed through his entire body. Waves of pleasure washed over him, going on and on until his entire body went limp. He worked to catch his breath, completely sated once again. Every muscle that had been screaming in protest before was just soft.
Emory came up and kissed him, and he could taste his own spend on his tongue. It was hot. Hot knowing that Emory had swallowed all he’d had to offer. And from the strength of that orgasm, it had to have been a lot. Ramped up by that knowledge, he rolled them so Emory was on his back and quickly moved down his body.
Emory said nothing as he opened his slacks and pushed them and his underwear down. He wrapped his hand around the base of Emory’s cock and lowered his mouth over the head. He may not be good enough yet to deep throat Emory, but he could still give him pleasure. He suctioned his cheeks and went deeper, loving the silky skin over steel against his tongue. He also loved the taste and the heady knowledge that he was returning the feelings Emory had just given him.
He fucking loved doing this.
He cupped Emory’s balls, noting that shaky gasp Emory released. He slowly rolled them in his palm before he stroked his fingers down. He pulled off his dick and stared hard at Emory as he lifted his fingers toward his mouth. Then he changed his mind and reached out to nudge them against Emory’s lips. Emory opened and took them into his mouth.
“Get them covered in spit, Emory.”
Emory complied, and when his fingers were dripping with saliva, he brought them back to Emory’s hole, noting it was softer and puffier than before—from their sex the night before. So he was gentle as he slid one finger inside the angel. At the same time, he lowered his head and took Emory back into his mouth, taking him deeper this time.
“Julien! So good, so damn good,” Emory panted over and over.
Knowing he was breaking down this strong angel and turning him into putty filled him with wonder and a fierce sense of joy. He brushed his finger over Emory’s prostate and increased the suction of his mouth. Emory was writhing on the floor, and Julien’s gaze locked onto his face, taking in the hooded eyes and the way his pretty lips were parted with fast breaths. That sense of wonder grew until it was like a loud buzzing in his head. He had to close his eyes, dizzy with it. He relaxed his throat and took Emory as deep as he could, and Emory yelled again, his body going taut. He wanted Emory to come in his mouth, wanted it all.