Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Lonnie nodded. “I do. I’m just a little shy.”
“Love your body. Want to see it.”
His little professor was silent a few moments as he met Callan’s gaze. Then he raised his hands to finish unbuttoning his shirt. “I just don’t think I could handle it if you’re disappointed.”
“That’s not possible,” Callan whispered as he leaned down to kiss Lonnie. He said against his lips, “To me, you are beautiful. I’ve told you this. I don’t lie.”
“You’re beautiful, too.”
Callan smirked. “Now I know you lie. I have a face only a mother could love.”
“That’s not true and I’m going to prove it to you. Show you how much I like your face. I like you. Period. Your grumpy expressions and the sweet gifts. You’re special, Callan. And then there’s your body. God, Callan, your body is amazing.” He tugged at the hem of Callan’s T-shirt. “Show it to me.”
Callan lifted his shirt over his head, giving a full body shudder when Lonnie’s mouth dropped open and his hands instantly went to Callan’s belly.
“Fuck, you’re ripped. And big.” He stroked his palms up Callan’s pecs, brushing over his nipples. He stopped to trace several scars that Callan wore proudly, testaments to his many years filled with battles. A very sultry smile curved Lonnie’s sexy wide mouth. “Are you big everywhere?”
Chuckling, Callan opened his jeans and slid them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprang free, and Lonnie’s eyes shot open wide as he immediately reached down to wrap his fingers around it. His hand felt good as he squeezed. Callan sucked in a sharp breath.
“I knew you would be this gorgeous, and this is the nicest dick I’ve ever seen.” His cheeks were flushed red, pupils dilated as he looked back up at Callan without letting go. “What do you like? Are you a top or bottom?”
“Mainly top, but I like bottom as well.” He liked that Lonnie didn’t assume his preference because of his size. A lot of people still did that—assigned roles based on appearance—and to him, that was just plain nonsense. Pleasure was pleasure, and as far as he was concerned, it all felt good.
“I’m going to tell you something,” Lonnie whispered as he stroked his hand up and down Callan’s cock. “I was hoping we’d get together tonight, and I had a very thorough shower.” He grinned. “Very thorough.”
Between Lonnie’s hand on his dick and the images of Lonnie cleaning himself in the shower, lust roared through him. He growled, kicked off his shoes, jeans, and underwear, then raced to get the rest of Lonnie’s clothes off. When his perfect little body was completely naked, Callan paused to look his fill before he picked him up and pressed him into the wall. “Did you look at page one hundred and seven in the book?”
“Callan, I’ve looked at all the pages. Several times over.”
“Good. That page is my favorite.” He ground his hips into Lonnie, who gasped, wrapping his legs around Callan’s waist.
“I don’t know page numbers, couldn’t even read them since the book is in a different language, so you’re going to have to show me.”
“I have to get my condoms.”
“There’s some in my bedside drawer,” Lonnie gasped out again, writhing against Callan. “Oh my god, hurry!”
Callan had no intention of hurrying. He wasn’t a small demon, and he’d be making sure Lonnie was prepped enough. But he was feeling the urgency himself, every muscle in his body tense in anticipation. Lonnie’s condoms wouldn’t be the right size, so he set Lonnie on his feet. “Stay right here.”
He hurried into the room he was using and grabbed his condoms out of his bag, nearly running back into Lonnie’s room. His hurry must have been amusing because Lonnie tilted his head back in one of his bright laughs. The utter joy on his face made Callan’s heart tighten, and he couldn’t help but grin back. Lonnie watched as he donned a condom then started to bend over the bed.
“Wait,” Callan ordered. He strode to the beautiful man and hauled him back into his arms. He wanted to show Lonnie his strength, prove that he was a perfect mate to have. He’d use his body and one arm to hold Lonnie against the wall, leaving his other hand to explore. To stretch. “Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured against Lonnie’s mouth. “We’re doing page one hundred and seven.”
“Oh, fuck.” That soft mutter, fairly dripping with lust, sent a shiver down Callan’s spine. “We have to do all the pages.”
“We will.” He handed the bottle of lube to Lonnie. “Coat my hand.”
“Your entire hand?” Lonnie fairly squeaked the words causing Callan to laugh softly.
“Trust me.”
When his palm was lubricated, he pressed Lonnie’s back harder to the wall. He knew Lonnie expected him to reach for his hole first thing, but Callan wanted his nicely lubed up hand on that pretty dick of Lonnie’s. He wrapped his fingers around it, watching Lonnie’s expression go slack with pleasure.