Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I lose the idea of being separate from Brad as we tangle up in our pleasure, fully exploring the experience we’ve been so desperate for.
I’m trying to catch my breath from the workout when he urges me onto my back, pushing back into me. It’s clear how far we’ve come now that he’s able to drill me, each thrust clapping so loudly, it echoes off the goddamn walls.
His sweat drips onto my body. I throw my hands over my head, and his hands clamp down on my wrists, his body pushing against mine, my cock hard against his abs as he continues fucking me.
“I’m so fucking close, Brad,” I warn as his flesh against my cock works me up that much more.
Suddenly, his cock feels different inside me, a smoother sensation against the walls of my ass. I revel in the sensation when Brad stops.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I think the condom just broke.”
“What?” I ask, barely understanding the words.
He takes his hands off my wrists and starts to pull away, and instinctively, I hook my arms around him. “Brad, no—”
He smirks. “I love that you want me to fuck you so much, but, Luke—”
“We’ve both been tested, and I haven’t had sex with anyone since we started messing around. I told you this ass is yours. Please. I want it.” No, that’s not enough. “I need it.”
I knew how badly I wanted his cock, but I couldn’t have imagined how much I’d crave his cum being inside me until this moment. Now that the opportunity has arrived, the thought of him pulling out of me feels like a cruel abandonment.
“Don’t stop,” I say. “Don’t make me beg.”
“As long as this ass is mine, then this cock is all yours,” he says as his lips return to mine.
He drills me, his submission to my request.
I keep my arms around him as he kisses me some more.
He grips his necklace once again, and I gasp into his mouth as the intense heat overtakes me. I feel as though my body’s radiating pleasure.
It’s the sensation of flesh against flesh.
The Lust that overtakes us.
And whatever the hell he’s doing to me with his necklace.
It’s a wild combination. I’m fucking flying, soaring, eyes sealed shut as I disappear in the sea of sensation, ripples becoming waves of pleasure crashing into me. It’s so powerful, I have to wonder if a person can die from too much pleasure.
But just as I feel like I’m about to explode with it, I know it’s too fucking late for me. I cling to his body as a thrust sends the cum shooting out.
“Good Straight Boy. Here you go. Here it is.”
His body jerks and twists as he bites against my jaw, grunting, and it’s as if I have that knowledge he has of me, this awareness of his release inside me, feeling it fully to the core of my being.
In that moment, as his mouth returns to mine, I kiss him, cherishing every last second of this experience, knowing that just like when we danced, at some point I’ll have to come back to reality. But not yet. Not as long as he keeps kissing me like this.
18
BRAD
I don’t think I even knew what it meant to be blissed out until I fucked Luke Waters.
I love the way he needs my cock.
That he trusted me with his heavenly ass.
How he let me show him how amazing it could feel to be inside him.
I would’ve thought after finishing I’d be able to let him go, but no, not yet.
He’s still as addicted to my taste and touch as I am to his.
We’re both clinging to these last remnants of the high of the experience, one I’m so grateful for, and not only because of how it helped me get away from all those things that came up before we started going at it like this. Because at the same time, it reminded me that what’s between us is more than the Lust and our desire to quench this unbearable thirst.
We stay clinging to each other for a few more moments before I slide out of him, kissing from his mouth, then to his throat. Luke rolls his head back, allowing himself to revel in everything I have to give him.
“Thank you, Brad.”
“Thank you,” I whisper—and something bumps my chin. Feels like my necklace. I push it away, but it swings back and hits me in the face.
The hell?
I pry myself away from his warm flesh, and that’s when I see his necklace isn’t flat against his chest, as it should be; the cross is floating over his chin, the necklace as erect as our cocks were during our fuck.
My jaw drops, and as I’m trying to wrap my head around that, I notice the room looks different. No, not the room. The perspective. The ceiling’s lower, the overhanging fan only inches from my head. My gaze shoots to the floor, now several feet beneath us. But while it feels like my legs are supported by something, it’s not the mattress.