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)
Trig grabbed his hips, overwhelmed by the joy of holding this man in his arms again. Sucking on his lush mouth, he jabbed his cock in over and over, chasing his own climax while El rhythmically tightened around him, as if he couldn’t wait for his share of cum.
Trig couldn’t stop shaking when his balls throbbed, and even the lights of an oncoming vehicle couldn’t keep him from thrusting into the tight heat of his lover’s body. He was taking his El back, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to spoil this moment.
Whoever was passing took the time out of their night to honk the horn in outrage, but Trig showed them the middle finger, not interested in the slightest who disturbed them. Pleasure rushed through him like the cleanest of drugs and he didn’t stop moving until his balls had emptied.
El went limp in his arms almost like when he’d fainted earlier tonight. At least this time, Trig wasn’t worried for his life, because he heard his panting, and felt the rapid pulse where his lips pressed against damp skin. He slid his hand to El’s chest, right over the racing heart, unable to let go even as his cock shrunk and slipped out along with a dribble of cum. No man had ever felt so right, so he followed his basest instinct and, like a boy still seventeen, sucked on El’s neck to mark him with a hickey.
Neither of them had expected this reunion, and the post-coital silence was convenient, keeping them from saying something that would shatter the serene beauty of this moment. Trig shut his eyes, holding El close as he sucked on his vulnerable flesh at the side of his man’s neck once more. In his dreams, the entirety of that elongated throat was covered with marks of his desire, but he’d settle for this.
El took a deep breath and pulled his hands away. “We… we should get going,” he mumbled, and the uncertainty in his voice couldn’t have been any sweeter.
“The place where I left my bike has bathrooms. You could clean up there,” Trig suggested as he zipped himself up.
El wouldn’t meet his eyes as he pulled up his pants and turned around. The flush on his face was obvious in the headlights, and the shyness in his moves reminded Trig of their first experiments with sex, when they’d been still exploring what it meant to the two of them, and how they felt about it.
“I did wonder about there being no vehicle in front of my house. Since you live in Detroit and all that.”
His lips might’ve been pierced, but they still seemed delicate to Trig, and the temptation to kiss them again was almost too hard to contain, but he ended up cupping El’s face instead so they looked at one another directly. They might not have been back together yet, but El was responsive to him, and Trig wouldn’t hesitate to pull on any thread of affection he could find.
“I was cautious. Takes me over an hour to walk to your house each time.”
“I guess we could both use a wash after everything.”
Trig longed to wipe trepidation out of El’s eyes. For him, this moment had been years in the making, but El was seeing him for the first time in forever, and after a day from hell at that. Trig was more than ready to give him space as long as he didn’t stray too far.
The pain of their parting five years back was a bump on the road to establishing a new kind of relationship, but Trig was proud of the man he’d become. Unlike the boy who’d let go of his beloved, he was now a man willing to fight for what was clearly his. Always had been.
He waited for El to readjust his clothes and guided him to the passenger door, which he opened for him, because it showed he cared. From now on, Trig would make sure El would never again have to cry into the pillow or fear anyone. He’d keep him fed, clothed, and make sure the roguish smile he’d fallen in love with would never leave that angular face. If only El let him.
“You’re not wrong. There’s a party at the clubhouse tonight, so I better smell nice.”
El nodded and made a dip with his head, as if to get into the car, but then he rapidly turned and—
Trig hadn’t even been aware that he was half-expecting something like that, but his reflexes acted faster than logic, and he grabbed El’s wrist, while already snapping a handcuff he wore attached to his belt on the other.
El stilled, his mouth open as he stared at the metal bracelet. The scent of fear was almost as sharp as that of blood, but Trig would have to bear with it if it meant bringing El to safety.