Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
And then suddenly he was there, at the register in the gift store, a bar of candy in his hand. Our eyes met, and I sidled up beside him, explaining my keychain gift for Ricky. Fuck, it felt good not having an audience for a few minutes. Once I paid, we moved toward the elevators and walked inside with an elderly man.
When the doors opened on our floor, we stepped into the hallway, both trudging toward our rooms. He got to his door and turned toward me, looking both ways before pushing inside. Just as I was lifting my hand to say good night, he motioned me in.
As soon as the door shut behind me, he crushed our mouths together. “Sorry, I just, I need…”
“I need you too,” I whispered between kisses.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, and the shakiness in his voice made my chest throb.
“I know.” I walked him backward into the room, still kissing him, burrowing my fingers through his hair as we went.
“We’ll have to be quiet.” He lifted his hand to his lips, then toed off his shoes, and without even thinking it through, I mimicked his actions by getting rid of my shirt and jeans and underwear.
Finally bare, we slid silently beneath the covers, and then my brain shut off and my emotions took over. His skin felt hot against mine, and as soon as we were lined up side by side, it felt right, like he was just the thing my soul needed all along. His shaft grew hard against mine as this roar of need arose inside me, burning brighter by the second.
I rolled us so he was on top of me, all lean and slender lines, and my hands brushed over his shoulders, down the small of his back, to his ass. “I love touching you.” His ass cheeks were petite and firm, and I clutched them, thinking about pushing my fingers inside him, and more.
“Fuck, I want—” He gasped against my ear, then shook his head. “Sorry, never mind.”
My hand reached for his chin, urging him to meet my eyes. “Tell me. Maybe I want it too.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Stuff I shouldn’t want, because afterward it’ll only feel worse.”
“It feels amazing because it’s you and me.” I kissed him softly. “And right now, nothing else matters.”
When he took my mouth in a fierce kiss, I opened for him, letting his tongue lead the way while I kneaded his ass and brushed my fingertips around his hole.
“Your cock would feel so nice in my ass,” he moaned against my lips.
“Fucking hell.” I stilled, and swore under my breath, trying to rein in the eruption of raw sensation I felt coursing through my balls. “You almost made me jizz all over myself.”
He chuckled a little, then reached for my face. “I want you to fuck me, Brady. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
I nodded as I stared into his eyes, which were blazing with a profound emotion I was afraid to pin my hopes on. But somehow it also centered me, knowing he was in this with me, at least for tonight.
“I’d probably blow my load the second I got inside you,” I admitted, gripping his cheeks and thrusting my groin upward. “Just imagining being inside you is…holy hell…”
The truth was, there was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to join our bodies together. To push inside him and come undone. To watch him do the same.
“I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never…” I felt the blush crawling over my cheeks. “Not with a guy.”
“Hang on. I’ve got this,” he replied with a tender kiss.
Kellan rolled off the bed and padded to his bag on the floor, where he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube and tossed them on the bed.
I was probably the only guy on the planet who never carried condoms with me—and maybe that had always been an easy excuse, a way out. But maybe that was all about to change.
Kellan leaned down to kiss me thoroughly, and as my hands touched him everywhere they could reach, I swallowed his moans and felt him tremble.
He sat back, his cock standing tall against his abdomen, the tip flushed red. “You’ll need to stretch me with your fingers.”
Opening the bottle of lube, he wet my shaky fingers, and I felt excited and nervous at the same time. He plopped down beside me on the sheets, then lifted his knees to his shoulders, exposing himself to me.
“God, Kel. You are so pretty here too,” I whispered, tracing my finger around his hole and feeling it tighten beneath my touch. He kept his eyes on me, his bottom lip between his teeth as his entire body seemed to bloom a rosy pink at the compliment. Or my fingers, or a combo of both.