Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He slowly twisted in my arms again until I was pressed up behind him, my cock still plenty hard in the slicked condom. The sunlight floated in, the shadows of so many leaves dancing across his back as I looked down at him.
“Ready?” I asked, slowly dragging my fingertips across his hole.
“So fucking ready,” he said.
I lined up my cock with his hole and slowly began to push in. He was so tight. Every single part of me wanted to shove into the warmth, to fuck him deep and totally lose control. But I went slowly. Too slowly, probably. I had to. I held his waist as I gently moved inside, inch by inch, watching his body in the sunlight, his palms pressed flat against the workbench in front of us.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes that is so good. More.”
I gave him as much as he could take. His body shook every few seconds, and I paused, waiting for him to adjust to the stretch. And then he started to push back onto me, as if his body was begging for more.
And then he was rocking his hips, slowly sliding on me as I took a deep breath in.
“I wanted this so fucking bad,” he uttered, sinking down onto me until I was as deep as I could go. “Every time I saw you.”
A flutter of excited heat moved through my chest. “I wanted you so badly, too,” I said. It felt like an understatement. How could I possibly express how much I’d wanted him? He was the first person in so long that I couldn’t really have, and it made me insane with lust. I’d wanted to fuck him in the tent. At his house. In his backyard. In his shower.
He moaned deeply as he pressed his ass hard against me. “You can fuck me anytime you want,” he said. “I always want it.”
Control. Self-control. Do. Not. Come. Not yet.
I bit my bottom lip, steadying myself as my cock throbbed at Cam’s words, his body, his ridiculously fucking tight hole.
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to come.”
“Good.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I need to feel you come with me inside you.”
My whole body burned with heat. I reached around his hips, gripping his cock in my hand and stroking him as I fucked him.
“Oh, that is so good,” he said, his breath catching. “Luke, I’m going to lose it.”
My cock pulsed inside him, so close to coming as I heard those words on his lips.
“So lose it,” I said. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
I felt him tighten around me and I pushed hard into him, fucking him with abandon as he let out a groan. He came in my hand, shooting out onto the workbench and all over my fingers. And I knew there was no turning back now. My orgasm was already here, and I was going to come deep inside of his ass, filling the condom.
I gripped his waist with one hand as my other held his cock still, coming inside of him and feeling like all of the air had left my body at once. I came hard. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so drained, like he’d coaxed every last drop from me and could totally do it again. I rode the pleasure for a solid minute, lost completely in the moment, breathing heavy.
“I made a damn mess,” Cam said as I slowly pulled out of him, slipping off the condom and tossing it to the trashcan below a shelf nearby.
I glanced over at the wooden workbench, smiling at the streaks of white all over it.
“And I fucking love it,” I said. I went to the rack near the front door and grabbed one of my all-purpose towels, wiping up the bench.
“I did not expect this,” Cam said, looking up at me. “When I came over.”
“I didn’t expect this today, either.”
“We uh… failed.”
“Completely,” I agreed.
“Like, failed with flying colors. Failed so hard it made us come.”
I snorted. “We are very, very bad at being just friends.”
He stretched his body, arms high above his head. He still looked like a damn angel to me, even now. He looked all around him, almost as if he felt awkward or out of place now that we’d both come.
“But… we are still friends, right?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Even though we’re a total mess?”
“I’m used to things being messy. You don’t have to worry.”
“Okay,” he said, though I wasn’t totally sure he was convinced. “Do you mind if I use that outdoor shower to rinse off before I head back home?”
I took a step forward, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I don’t mind if you take a shower, but are you sure you have to head home?”
“I… don’t want to intrude on your garden work,” he said, his voice a little breathy again as he leaned into my kiss.