Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Judge slammed Michaels up against the wall, aggressively attacking his mouth. Judge’s hair was sweat-dampened around the edges from working outside. He smelled like the outdoors and a man who’d worked hard. “Babe. What are you doing?” Michaels said, between Judge’s hard kisses. “We have company.”
“So?” Judge groaned, yanking at Michaels’ sweatpants. When Judge’s tight fist gripped his growing cock, that was all it took for him to get fully on board.
Michaels quickly kicked out of his pants while Judge ate at his neck, his chest, dipped lower, and tugged one of his nipples between his teeth. “Oh, my… fuck,” he whispered, harshly.
Judge unzipped his pants, freeing his thick shaft, ready and aimed for him. Michaels held on to Judge’s shoulders as he was spun around and propped up on the large sink. A few items fell to the floor, and Michaels tried to shush his eager lover, tried to calm him down, to no avail.
Judge yanked open one of the small drawers and pulled out a jar of Vaseline, and took a good-sized dollop and smeared it on Michaels’ hole. “Jesus, babe. What has gotten into you?” Michaels squeezed his eyes shut when he felt Judge’s cockhead right there at his entrance.
“You,” Judge moaned, pushing in deep. “Fuck. You, Austin.”
Michaels bit into Judge’s broad shoulder to keep from yelling out in ecstasy. Judge held Michaels’ leg up in the crook of his arm, keeping him open for him. His hip was pressed against the cool counter, his head thrown back while his man pounded into him with passion.
Judge groaned low and deep. “Fuck. Gonna come.” Michaels tried to get Judge to be quiet.
“Shhh. Quiet, quiet,” Michaels urged, doing his best to keep his own moans under control. “Jesus, fuck. Come, babe. Come inside me.”
Judge staggered, holding Michaels’ thigh up against his hip while his orgasm burned in his balls. Judge was pushing so deep inside him and Michaels tried to hold on to the edge of the counter while he kept one hand covering Judge’s mouth to muffle his curses. “Fuck. Jerk me off. I’m ready.”
Judge breath was hot against Michaels’ palm. He reached for Michaels’ dick and stroked him fast, pushing him against the counter with each hard thrust. Michaels clenched his teeth and came in Judge’s fist, his body shaking with exertion and pleasure. “Damn, babe.” Michaels felt so bad for sneaking off on a house full of company. But it was exhilarating. He came hard, squeezing his ass tight, forcing his lover to come with him.
Judge held him, buried his cock as deep as he could and came inside him, huffing against Michaels’ palm. “Shit.” Was all Michaels could make out, removing his hand.
They stood slumped against each other for a few moments. Judge lifted his head from the crook of Michaels’ neck, looking deep into his eyes. After a few seconds, neither one of them could hold it in any longer. They held on to each other and fell into a hushed fit of laughter.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Michaels pushed at Judge’s chest.
“You went along with it.” Judge laughed. “I didn’t have to persuade you too hard.”
“Asshole,” Michaels griped, looking for the hand towel and trying to quickly clean himself off. “They’re gonna know when we get back downstairs.”
“No they won’t, babe. They probably haven’t noticed that we’re both gone. Just be cool when we go down.”
“Okay.” Michaels shrugged. “You’re probably right.”
“Of course I’m right.” Judge winked, pulling Michaels in for one more kiss.
“I love your crazy ass.”
“I know.” Judge hugged Michaels and kissed him on his neck before pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I love you back.”
“I know.” Michaels felt giddy; it was the only way to describe his fluttery belly. It was more fun than he ever imagined being in love. Especially when Judge pulled that kind of wild stunt.
Michaels jogged down the stairs like he’d done absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. The guys were all in the kitchen with fresh beers, talking. Michaels sighed silently. He was home free. Judge came down shortly after and reached for a can of beer. He went to stand beside God, jumping into the conversation.
Michaels caught Judge’s eye and they graced each other with a secretive “we just pulled it off” look and went about talking with their friends.
“So,” Day called out, to the room at large. “God, I think it’s our turn now.”
God shook his head, smirking at Day, who came to stand beside him. “Day, shut up.” God chuckled. The other guys were looking like cats that got the canary and Michaels’ heart started to beat hard against his ribcage.
“Michaels, is it our turn to take a fuck break?” Day wore that shit-eating grin he was famous for. “I mean, that sounded like fun up there… I want a turn, too. I worked hard today.”