Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Christ, he still couldn’t believe he had the man in his bed.
“Give it to me, Shane.”
Hearing Van say his name almost pulled him out of it, but just as quickly as it happened, his need took over again. Not just his need, but the fact that there was not one thing about Van that reminded him of the boy he’d been. Neither of them were the same.
“Ask me again,” he said.
“Give it to me, please. Make me see stars—no, fuck that. Make me see all those damn colors you use when you’re blowing glass.”
Well…when he put it like that.
Shane grabbed the base of his cock and pushed at Van’s opening. He eased his way slowly inside, giving the other man’s body time to adjust…driving them both fucking wild at the same time.
“Christ, you’re tight.”
“Awww, you say the nicest things,” Van replied playfully.
“Or maybe it’s really that my dick is so fucking big,” Shane tossed back with a chuckle.
“Get your big dick in my tight ass.”
“Bossy motherfucker.”
“Yes, I am. And needy.”
They laughed and when they did, Shane felt Van’s asshole tighten around him. It was all he could do not to shove himself inside with one thrust. Instead, he grabbed onto Van’s hips, letting his fingers press hard into his hip bones and slowly worked his way in…tighter and tighter, until he was balls deep.
And then…then he fucking gave it to him.
Shane pulled out and then pushed again, pistoned his hips in sharp, hard, thrusts. His vision went blurry, Van’s hole felt so damn good.
The bed shook, banged into the wall and Shane found himself hoping it would put a dent in it, that the evidence of having Van in his bed would always be there for him to see.
A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and landed in the arch of Van’s back. He wondered what it would look like to photograph them now—even if it was only that small pearl of sweat in the crease of someone’s back. It made him want more of himself on Van. He wanted their bodies slick together with sweat and come so he leaned forward, fucked harder, felt Van’s body against his as he slammed into him over and over and over.
“Fuck yes…give it to me, Shane.”
There it was again…his name on Van’s lips. Funny how that one thing suddenly got to him so much.
Shane wrapped his arms around Van, pulled him up so he kneeled too. They were positioned with Shane’s torso to Van’s back, one of Shane’s arms around his stomach and the other hand, easing slowly up toward Van’s neck.
He teased him there, rubbed it as he thrust, fucked him deep, heard their bodies slap against each other.
“You can do it. Please fucking do it…” Van said and a thrill of pleasure shot the length of him. Shane wrapped his hand around Van’s throat. Not too tight, but enough pressure so Van could feel him. He held Van against him tightly, licked the edge of his ear, and tasted salty sweat there as he continued to take him from behind.
“Christ, your fucking ass. So goddamn good. I’m going to keep my cock in your hole until you go.”
Because he would be going…and Shane would be staying…that was their lives.
He eased his hold on Van’s throat before letting go completely. Van turned his head so Shane could take his mouth as they continued to move together.
He pushed his tongue into Van’s mouth, fucked him with it as he took Van’s ass at the same time. Each thrust of his hips made the slow build of energy in his body increase more and more.
When Van pulled away, Shane licked his neck, sucked the skin into his mouth—salty and so damn heady it went straight to his head.
“Spit on my hand,” he told Van, who did before Shane wrapped his hand around Van’s dick. It was so damn hot and hard, and Shane tightened his hold to jerk him off. “My balls are so goddamn full. Gonna blow my load any second,” he said before biting at Van’s neck.
Van’s body tensed up against him then, just as hot, thick come slipped between his fingers, making it even easier to stroke him…which Shane continued to do. “Oh fuck,” Van groaned out before he shot again. His ass tightened and that was all Shane needed, that damn electricity inside him short-circuited and his balls let loose, as he spilled into the condom.
His sight clouded over as he rode out the orgasm, still playing with come and cock as he did.
When he thought he was going to die of what was likely the orgasm of his life, Shane pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ. As long as you’re here, we’re definitely going to keep doing that.”
“You think so, huh?” Van kneeled beside him. “Are you going to give me some ass too?” he asked.