Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
When Trig rubbed his prick against El’s juicy opening, he could hardly bear the little wiggle he got in encouragement. The first thrust came as naturally as breathing, and Trig sank in, holding onto El’s hips for balance as his lover’s long, shameless moan fed the fire in his balls.
Trig caged El under him, resting his hands on either side of his head. When El put his cheek on the hood, and one of his eyes cracked open to glance at Trig, he was the essence of desire, its heart note. Years of frustration were about to be released, and in that moment Trig couldn’t tell why he’d waited so long. Why had he not torn one of El’s hook-ups off him and pushed himself between the lean legs to take him back? Nothing could make up for lost time, but what was the past in the face of a future together? Only the days ahead mattered.
Insects floated in the glow of the headlights, but there was just one creature Trig cared about now, and it was mounted on his dick.
“You feel so damn good,” he whispered and bit into El’s neck, shivering when the flavors of skin and perfume melted on his tongue. The greedy hole clung to his prick, as if El’s body didn’t want to let him go for even a moment, but he still dragged his tool back, and then shoved it in before his lover could have answered.
The urge to take control of El’s life and keep him safe was so overwhelming Trig couldn’t stop thinking about it even when that tight channel massaged his. Maybe this moment would remind El of how well they fit together and return him into Trig’s arms, where he’d belonged?
Trig rested more of his weight on top, like he remembered El loving, and slid one of his hands under the front of El’s T-shirt, eager to grab one of the barbells piercing his lover’s nipples.
He shut his eyes, focused on the warmth of the shivering body under him, on El’s soft sighs and the way he pushed back against Trig so pliantly, and dragged his dick out so it was buried only halfway. El gave a moan of protest, which turned into a mewl when Trig jabbed his dick in before repeating the same delicious move.
His fingers entwined with El’s, his tongue rolled over that long neck, but his hips were on a set course, stabbing into El with more and more force, until their skin smacked loudly each time Trig bottomed out. Lowered over his lover’s back, he couldn’t see El’s ass, but imagined flesh moving to meet his groin, the hole that would gape if he pulled out, and the flush on El’s handsome face.
He would never again let El go.
The car moaned each time Trig drove into the welcoming heat of El’s body. He was so very close to coming, but there would be no true pleasure in it if he didn’t tease an orgasm out of El first. He gave El’s nipple one more pinch, and slid his hand down the sweaty, tense stomach, to the rock-hard cock between his man’s legs.
El gave a needy moan and stirred under Trig despite there being little finesse to the strokes. Hard and fast, they were in sync with the movement of their hips, yet just holding that throbbing flesh in his hand had saliva pooling in his mouth from the need to suck it. He’d been so jealous when he’d once witnessed a stranger kneeling between El’s legs and slobbering on his dick as if it were a popsicle on a hot summer day, but maybe he’d get another shot at this beautiful man who was so lost without him.
El cried out, and his ass squeezed on Trig’s cock as if to suck out all its juices.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! So good!” El moaned, sliding his hand over the dirty car time and time again. The throbbing around Trig’s cock created a daze of memories that didn’t even have a time and place, but were pure emotion.
Trig growled and grabbed the green Mohawk, pulling El up as he also stood, pushing inside him as deeply as he could go. Their lips locked in a wet, clumsy dance when he moved his fist up and down that delicious prick, feeling it harden, then twitch. Trig’s mouth muffled El’s grunts, but he opened his eyes and watched pearly cum painting long, abstract lines over the hood.
El’s kisses were as desperate as Trig’s.
He wanted this.
He would have wanted this all along.
So many times Trig had fantasized about slipping into El’s bed in the middle of the night, spooning him, then slowly fucking El once he awakened, watching Trig with eyes hazed by sleep and lust.
El reached back with both hands to grab at Trig’s T-shirt, but he missed and ended up scratching at skin while his howl carried into the night, for everyone to hear. He was so fucking gorgeous when he lost control.