Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
They were alone, away from anyone who might disturb them, and while Hammer was ticking items off the gay list, why not go all the way? Nobody would know, and if he hated it then they’d simply never repeat it. Did he want to try? Now? There was no real reason to wait. So as his mouth dried while they stared at one another, Hammer started moving his hand over his cock.
“Okay.”
Dex’s lips trembled. He was so focused on Hammer, he didn’t notice he was being watched in the mirror. His dick did a happy twitch, and a drop of pre-cum slid down the shaft. Oh, he was horny.
“Just tell me if anything feels off,” he said and slipped his finger in up to the knuckle, but Hammer’s ass had never felt more relaxed than after that hungry rim job.
Hammer supported his forehead on the heel of his hand, entranced by their reflection in the mirror. He’d never before thought about the shape of his butt, but now that he’d seen Dex feast on it, he was taking in its form, and was proud of the dips in the sides, which deepened each time his buttocks flexed.
“I’m fine.”
Dex wasn’t seeking any more reassurance, thank fuck, too busy staring down at Hammer’s hole swallowing his long, slippery fingers at an increasing pace. He had no self-control, and his arousal was as reflected on his flushed face as it was in his hard dick. He was a work of art himself—lean muscle tattooed all over, longer strands of blond hair sticking to his forehead, and he hadn’t voiced a single complaint about the bruised arm, too focused on his desire to fuck Hammer.
He was definitely not a boy anymore.
Hammer exhaled as his hole expanded to accommodate two digits, but while it felt tight and maybe a bit dry with just saliva for lubrication, it wasn’t uncomfortable or painful. As if reading his thoughts, Dex pulled out both his fingers and drizzled them with lube, which he must have brought to bed earlier. A part of Hammer questioned whether he hadn’t been set up for this all along, but he chose not to dwell on that and pushed his ass back, wordlessly asking for more. He wasn’t yet sure how he felt about the sensation of something pushing inside him, but since everything with Dex had worked out well so far, he was eager to jump off this cliff and hope he would not crash onto the sharp rocks below.
“You seem eager,” he whispered, not wanting to look like he was having second thoughts, but when the lube-slicked fingertips swirled around his hole, the muscles in his arms almost gave up. It was as if the touch switched off the control Hammer had over his body, even if just for a split second.
“Are you kidding? You’d have to use pliers to tear me off you right now.” Dex groaned and eased his fingers in with the kind of adoration that would tickle anyone’s ego. There was so much lust in his eyes it overflowed and drizzled over Hammer’s skin, warming him like a sensuous massage.
The lube made the motion smoother, and as Dex turned his fingers inside Hammer, gently pulling on the muscle, as if he wondered how easily it would stretch, Hammer shut his eyes, focusing on the slow glide against the inner walls of his body. His skin bloomed with heat, which spread from deep in his stomach, boiling his brain and overwhelming him each time the fingers moved, each time he rubbed his own cock. But when Dex moved behind him and kissed Hammer’s shoulder blade, he barely kept himself from moaning.
If someone had told him two weeks ago that he’d be not only fucking Dex, but being fucked by him, he’d have laughed in their face and then punched them for good measure. And yet here he was, allowing this reckless man between his legs.
“Just breathe, Florian…”
Hearing the name caught Hammer by surprise so much that he forgot all about the position he was in. Was the bastard teasing him at a moment like this? “Call me that again and I will be peeling you off. Along with your skin.”
Dex’s raspy snigger was a loud presence between them, but thankfully the horror movie he’d been watching was still on in the background, and in a room with decor featuring floral prints and a chandelier made of plastic crystals, it created a surreal ambience.
As soon as Dex pulled out his fingers, his smooth cockhead poked at Hammer’s entrance. Hammer had no idea how Dex had made him both this relaxed and excited at the same time, but the two entwined inside his body, forming an unbreakable knot.
With a firepit of lust and confusion deep in his gut, Hammer let the moment carry him, and rocked against the unfamiliar presence with one hand on his own dick. His body was overwhelmed with sensation, and at this point, any touch—even just a brush of air created by Dex’s movements—made him shiver with anticipation.