Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d felt so desperate to reconnect with El after one of his first stays in the attic that he’d purchased the perfume and offered the bottle to a hangaround he often fucked. A part of him had been hopeful that if he closed his eyes, the familiar scent could fool him into believing that El was the one sharing his bed, but the experience had been such a disappointment he’d never had sex with that guy again. No one could beat the real thing. Nobody came anywhere close to his El.
His lips and tongue rolled over sweaty skin, tasting the perfume and El’s own essence. El rose to his toes, gasping louder as Trig’s lips approached the scarred skin on the side of his head. He had lost his ear to a vicious dog a long time ago, and the healed flesh remained sensitive—something Trig used to exploit often.
He briefly pressed El’s face to the raised back, enjoying how the warm leather felt on skin, but his hands were already at work, pushing the narrow pants and underwear halfway down El’s thighs. His skinny legs were warm and tickled Trig with body hair as he rubbed the skin, pulling away to see the pale buttocks turned toward him in a gesture of submission. There was something about seeing a guy dressed, with just his ass out that Trig found irresistible. As a teenage runaway who often couldn’t count on privacy, he might have gotten conditioned to it, but the adult Trig knew that clothed sex meant intense quickies and lust that couldn’t wait for pesky things like undressing. Whichever was the true reason behind his desires, he wanted to have El like this. And he wanted him now.
Lost in a fog of memories, Trig moved his palms over the pale buttocks and spread them, going breathless at the sight of El’s hole and the dusky skin around it. He couldn’t wait to see it glisten with lube, relaxed, wanton, and ready for him to plow.
El swayed his hips, as if he wanted to show off the goods on offer, and captured Trig’s attention with a new tattoo—a row of five little skulls inked along the curve of the underside of the buttock. He found himself at loss when he realized how many events from El’s life he’d missed. He’d been such a fucking idiot. Back when they’d broken up, it had been an impulsive decision on El’s part, but Trig should have never let him go. It was obvious they thrived in each other’s presence, and from now on it would be Trig’s mission to make his lover see that as well.
“Go on,” El rasped, casting a seductive glance over his shoulder as he spread his thighs that bit wider. He was the perfect cock-tease. “Fill me up, big boy.”
“Oh, fuck. You’re the horniest, sexiest guy I’ve met,” Trig uttered, searching his pants.
He’d gotten into the habit of always carrying lube on him, and squirted some between El’s buttocks. El stirred, rolling his hips in front of him, but Trig didn’t need any more coaxing. He drove his fingers into the slick crack. Heat buzzed at the base of his spine when he aligned one of the digits with the snug little hole, but then El pushed back, taking him to the knuckle as though it was no big deal. His smooth muscles tightened, as if he wanted to let Trig know that he was about to get the ride of his life.
“H-how did you get even hotter?” El whimpered, lowering his chest to the hood.
The compliment was so sweet on El’s tongue Trig wanted to kiss him again, but the temptation of that hot ass was too strong, and he pulled up El’s jacket and shirt, kissing tattooed skin as he removed his finger, only to screw it back in along with a second digit. El was tight, but also pliant, like a man who was stupidly horny and couldn’t wait for a dick up his ass.
“I can ask the same thing. I hungered for blood every time I saw you with someone else,” Trig rasped, rolling the fingers inside once they were in all the way to the knuckles.
“You’re such a dirty fuck… watching me in secret,” El purred like a happy cat. He moved with Trig’s fingers, a punk rock wet dream coming true in the eerie glow of the headlights.
“You have no idea,” Trig whispered, feeling his balls throb with desire. A part of him wanted to be a good boy and use condoms, but he was always careful with other lovers, and the other side of him, the one that was primitive and animalistic, needed to leave his mark inside El. His boy. His property.
He grabbed his dick and had to briefly shut his eyes as he slicked it up, because at this point even his own touch felt too intense. Moments later, he aligned the cockhead with El’s crack and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard and good you’re gonna forget about all the other dicks you had.”