Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
This was only a physical release, just like I needed. Nothing more. Better if I remembered that.
“We’re the same height,” I said.
“Maybe. You’re still wearin’ your shoes.” Mace willingly grasped on to a detail that didn’t matter or have any implications with what we were about to do.
“Fair enough.” I cupped my free hand around Mace’s neck, stepping flush against him, drawing him closer. Inches from the press of my lips against his, Mace gave me his cheek, liberating his neck from my hold.
The condom landed on the edge of the table.
“Wear the condom,” Mace said, freeing his belt. With a twist of his finger, he released the button to his cutoffs and his shorts dropped to the floor. I was too close to fully appreciate the size of Mace’s firm cock still encased in his Fruit of the Looms. “Normally when I’m fuckin’, I’m payin’ someone…”
Out of nowhere, Mace bent in, taking charge of the moment. His palm forcibly circled my neck. I barely had my mouth open before Mace’s tongue thrust inside. My eyelids closed, swept into instant desire. The kiss was hot, territorial, and skilled.
Mace kissed my fucking lights out.
We fought a battle of tongue and teeth, both looking to take charge, neither bending to the other. My toes curled as I circled my arms around this guy and tilted my head to better take everything being given.
My relentless hard-on went wild as I tightened the circle of my arms, tugging him head to toe against my body. My palms caressed a path lower, sliding into the waistband of Mace’s underwear, gripping each firm globe of that tight ass. Any physical space between us was lost as I ground my rigid length against Mace’s. Both the depth and length were there.
Oh hell yeah.
Life loved me.
=♥=
Mace
Later, when I thought about this night, I didn’t want to be the feckless man I’d allowed myself to become. I wanted a memory where I gave as good as I got. Where I deserved a man as accomplished and sophisticated as Slade to spend time with. The fairytale place where I was wanted by another.
I drove my tongue through Slade’s mouth, lapping and locking us together. I pushed for dominance. Swipe after swipe of Slade’s velvety tongue, pass after pass, until I didn’t know where I began and Slade ended. I’d never kissed another in this way before.
I released Slade’s head, where I’d held him locked in place, and wrapped my hands around him, massaging a path up and down his back. The tips of my fingers reached below Slade’s belted waistband, only able to go so far. Before I remedied that problem, the need to breathe broke our lip-lock. When I pulled away, Slade followed me.
“Wait. We need to set parameters,” I said, not allowing our lips to touch again. I only succeeded in giving a length of my neck to suckle.
“What’re those?”
The lust propelling through every pore of my body made it hard to think properly, especially with Slade’s hands moving into my underwear, taking my cock into his hand.
“Are you makin’ fun of me?” I asked when his vision lined with mine. His other hand reached for the wet beads building at the tip of my cock.
“No,” Slade said. That alluring crooked grin was on his face, contradicting his words. “I knew there was more to you. You’re serious. You’re sexy. You’re formidable. What else are you hiding?” Slade asked, his hand gliding up and down the length of my shaft, swiftly leaning in for a quick chaste kiss on my lips.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re here for sex. Nothing else. Agreed?”
“Sure,” Slade said. The smirk intensified while his hand took down my underwear and he lowered to his motherfucking knees. The attention and reverence he gave made it all next-level great as he angled my cock in his hand, giving my shaft a tug as the tip of his tongue wet each plump lip, preparing to take me into his mouth.
Dammit. Slade was so damned sexy. And that was before he lifted his amber stare to meet my gaze. That sexy smirk reached his eyes. “You’re better than my dreams, and man, have I had some wicked dreams about you.” With that declaration, he swallowed me whole.
My straining cock hardened even more as my head was guided over his slick tongue to the back of his mouth. I tucked my hips, pushing my cock deeper down his throat. Any attempt to keep this physical, to make sure we had nothing more than a one and done, pushed at the boundaries of my consciousness, crashing through my barriers… No, destroying them.
I fixated on his mouth which was moving back and forth over me, sending pleasure shooting through my veins, numbing all my senses.
Of their own accord, my hands reached for Slade’s head, my fingers tangling in the short, silky strands. Desire zinged and zipped over me as wanton craving amped up until only he and I remained. Slade palmed my balls with his free hand, expertly rolling and pitching in the most decadent pressure, spurring on my arousal.