Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Fuck me.”
“Hell, yes.” Withdrawing his fingers gently, Luis wiped them off, then put on the condom with quick, efficient movements that still managed to be highly erotic.
“Doing okay?” Applying a generous amount of lube, Luis jacked himself slowly while holding Tucker’s gaze.
“More than. Please. Now.” He wasn’t above begging if it got him Luis inside him that much faster.
“Can you roll? My back muscles will thank me later if we try this on your side and that might be easier on you too.”
“Whatever you need.” Tucker scrambled to comply, groaning softly as Luis fit himself along his side. Luis kissed the back of Tucker’s neck and shoulders as his hand guided Tucker’s upper leg more open.
It was like kinky yoga, and he had to suppress a grin as he let Luis arrange their bodies to his satisfaction. His torso pressed against Tucker’s back and his hard cock was right there against his ass.
“Want it.” He tipped his head against Luis’s shoulder, loving it when Luis snaked one arm around his chest while his other hand guided his cock—
“Oh.” His voice dipped to a whole new pitch. This was way more intense than fingers. The blunt head of Luis’s cock felt like it might as well have been a widow maker tree branch for all the yielding Tucker’s body wanted to do.
“Breathe.” Luis kissed his neck again.
“Trying.” He tried some slow inhales, focusing on relaxing his ass.
“Want me to stop?” Luis’s eyes narrowed, concern apparent there and in how he stroked Tucker’s chest and arms.
“No way.” He pushed back to make his point, and Luis slid deeper. Still not the most comfortable, but better than the initial tightness. Earlier had been so good that he wanted to give this a fair chance. And judging by Luis’s soft moans and curses as he pressed forward more, it was at least good for him. Knowing that made it easier to relax a little more, the satisfaction of pleasing him at least something even if the earlier fireworks weren’t happening.
But then Luis grabbed Tucker’s thigh and pressed it forward as he thrust deeper, pressure switching from not-so-great to glorious as his cock connected with Tucker’s prostate for the first time.
“That. Do that again.”
“This?” Luis did a soft, glancing variation of the previous thrust, a movement that seemed tailored to driving Tucker out of his mind with want.
“More,” he demanded.
“If you insist...” Lightly biting Tucker’s ear, Luis finally started the sort of deep, hard pace Tucker’s body had apparently been waiting its whole life to feel. Forget a tree. He could power a whole damn city on this energy. Instinctively, he reached for his cock, making even more sparks radiate throughout his body, abs tensing.
“Yeah, that’s it. Touch yourself.” Luis pulled him tighter, and his arm anchoring Tucker felt so good too. Secure. Warm. Being held like this made every sensation that much more intense. He moved with Luis, finding it easy to follow his rhythm, and Luis’s low moans of approval spurred him on too.
He’d never felt closer to another human being, and that more than anything happening physically made him that much closer to coming. Seeming to sense that, Luis picked up speed and intensity, thrusts hammering against that spot that made Tucker feel like a generator switched on inside of him.
“Fuck. Tucker. This is too good.” Luis kissed his neck and shoulders before tilting Tucker’s head so they could kiss.
“I know. Close. Can’t...”
“Don’t hold back. It’s okay. Come for me.” Luis’s mouth found his again, possessive and greedy.
The kissing was what did it, that extra bit of connection making his hand move faster and tighter while Luis fucked harder into him. They both moaned but didn’t stop kissing, even as Luis’s thrusts became more erratic and Tucker’s whole body stiffened. His free hand landed over Luis’s and then he was coming, big body-shaking spurts that stole his breath.
“Coming. Me too.” Luis buried his moans in Tucker’s shoulder, hips slamming deep one final time before they collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap. A sweaty, sticky, happy, heap, laughing softly as they traded sweet kisses. Slowly, they untangled their bodies, but Tucker still felt floaty, as high as he’d ever been, veins humming with whatever magic Luis had unleashed.
“How fast does your water heater refill?” Luis asked, nipping at Tucker’s shoulder.
“Faster than me. I’m old.” Tucker laughed and didn’t even pretend to be able to move yet. Yeah, they’d need a second shower, but right then, he simply wanted to revel in this weightless feeling.
“Speak for yourself.” Luis tapped his ankle against Tucker’s, but likewise didn’t seem in a hurry to leave the bed. Instead, he laced their fingers together, squeezed. And that, not the shower, not the sex, not even the epic orgasm, was the moment Tucker realized he was well and truly screwed. Stay. I want you to stay. He wanted Luis right here every night, holding his hand, laughing at his terrible jokes and stealing all his hot water. He wanted everything. And now the only question was how on earth he was supposed to get it.