Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I pause, staring at the side of his face. “You serious?”
“That all you got? C’mon! Give it to me!”
Is he sure he hasn’t done this before?
I can’t resist a challenge. The more he eggs me on, the harder I go, plowing into him. I grow more aggressive, feeling inspired by his own growls of aggression and animalistic grunting the harder I fuck him.
And every now and then, I lean forward and put a kiss on his ear, because who said romance is dead?
Then I hear a noise. Was that a shout?
Anthony seems to hear it, too, perking his head up. “Oh,” he grunts between my thrusts, apparently realizing what the noise is. He cranes his neck around to shoot me a look. “Did Juni hook up with your pal or somethin’?”
“Huh? Oh.” I’m enjoying reaming his ass so much, it takes my mind a second to catch up. “Yeah. They kinda met at the club.”
“She’s in the room next to mine. I think they’re fornicating.”
I snort at his word choice. “‘Fornicating’? Pete and Juniper?”
“We gotta outdo them.”
“What?”
“Outdo them, you heard me. We gotta be louder. Harder. Bang the damned walls to drown them out.”
“What is this?” I ask through a laugh. “A competition?”
“Goddamned right it is.” He reaches around to smack my ass. He misses, unable to reach it, then flops back down onto the bed. “Get goin’, Bridger! Fuck my brains out! I’m so hard, I’m leakin’ all over the bed.”
“Anthony …”
“We’re gonna need to get new sheets. Y’know.” He eyes me over his shoulder. “Call room service or somethin’.”
That tiny bit of attitude seems to be the fuel.
I rise, grip him by the hips, and go to town pumping my dick inside him. Anthony must feel all the difference, because he needs no help letting out his moans of surprise and ecstasy. “F-F-Fuck!” he cries out, his every word cut up into staccato shouts with my powerful thrusts. “D-D-Damn! G-G-God-damn!”
The bed is bumping against the wall now, loudly.
The lamp on the right nightstand flickers in time with every shove of my dick into Anthony.
Whatever shouts and moaning we heard through the wall, all of it is drowned out by our own.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna come all over the bed,” he wheezes, in a state of delirium. “I’m close already. Again. I can’t believe it. Not even touchin’ it. Are you close? B-Bridge? Fuck.”
“Better hold off,” I warn him, “or you’re just gonna be my toy doll, dangling in my grip, helpless, while I fuck my cum into you.”
Apparently that only turns him on twenty times more. “Jesus, stop talkin’ so dirty like that, I’m serious, I’m gonna blow.”
“Not yet you aren’t, boy.”
“Boy? Did you just call me—?” His fingers claw into the sheets. The bed is now slamming full-force against the wall and creaking indifferently. The bulb in the right lamp goes out. “B-Bridge!”
“Not yet.” Every time I speak, I get a little more demanding. Every time he whimpers back in protest, he gets more helpless. Is this what he imagined? When he begged me to go rough?
I pull out, flip him over without warning, hook my arms under his legs, then slide right back into his ass. On his back now, he gets a full view of me gripping him tight and fucking him relentlessly. His eyes are glued to mine and his mouth won’t close, like he’s in awe of how quickly and effortlessly I rose to the challenge.
He’ll think twice next time he throws a gauntlet.
Anthony grabs his cock, but doesn’t stroke it. Is he trying to strangle the guy to prevent himself from coming early again?
There’s a surprisingly mirthful giggle that comes through the wall. Obviously Juniper. But then comes a loud snapping noise, like a whip, followed by a deep, guttural shout. Was that a cry of pain or redoubled ecstasy?
Poor Pete. What’s he gotten himself into?
“I want to come so hard,” groans Anthony.
Looking down at his face, it’s harder not to just give in to him. The sweet sparkle in his eyes. Dimples that pop out when his face squirms in just the right way. How his forehead scrunches up in that way that looks both cute and angry as he fights to hold back.
“Come inside me,” he begs. “If you can. Please. Come in me.”
He only had to ask once.
Like an early surprise of my own, I rush suddenly over the edge, and then it’s my own face I can’t control as I drop my jaw, all my breaths turn vocal and deep, and I spill inside Anthony. He must be able to feel it, because at once he starts whimpering out like a puppy trying to sing, practically squealing, as he shoots all over his chest and stomach. Neither of us stop, even after it seems we’ve come all we can, as I pump him hard and long, and he cries out in unapologetic pleasure. These old, crumbling walls have no hope of containing us. Every room in this place just heard the joy of two men celebrating having reached their climaxes together.