Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
No. No, this couldn’t be happening. He was supposed to make Will lose it.
But Will wasn’t losing his composure yet. His face was tense, his jaw locked, and his eyes were fixed on the opposite wall. Was he imagining that it was a woman sucking his cock?
Gadiel pulled off Will’s cock and ground out, “Look at me!” Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Gray-blue eyes finally shifted to Gadiel’s face, and something like a grimace crossed Will’s face. “I’d rather not,” he said roughly, looking away again. “Just finish it.”
Gadiel saw red. “What’s the matter?” he said nastily, his eyes stinging. “You don’t want to look at the faggot sucking your cock?” He wrapped his fingers around Will’s hard cock, stroking it roughly. “Look at this, look how hard you got for this faggot—”
“It’s not that,” Will bit out, looking pained as he closed his eyes. His hips started thrusting into Gadiel’s grip involuntarily. He was close. He was very close, his cock practically throbbing in Gadiel’s hand.
Gadiel gripped the base vindictively, stopping his orgasm. “Liar,” he said, licking the precome on the head.
Will hissed, his hips jerking forward. “Let me come, damn you.”
Breathing hard, Gadiel looked at his tense face, and then looked at the angry, hard cock in his hand. He wanted. He wanted it inside him. He wanted to feel Will inside him, not just in his mouth. But it was never happening. So he’d take the next best thing.
Leaning in, he took the weeping cock back into his mouth and brought Will close to an orgasm again—and pulled off at the last moment, gripping the base again.
“Gadiel!” Will’s voice was more of a growl now, frustration rolling off him in waves.
Gadiel. His name sounded so right. He wanted to make Will scream it.
Staring at him hungrily, Gadiel said, “Look at me.”
Will did as he was told, his expression dark. His cock was jutting out of his pants obscenely, nearly purple, the foreskin pulled all the way back to reveal the swollen, dripping crown.
“Don’t look away from me,” Gadiel said. He relaxed his jaw and opened his mouth wider, teasing Will’s cockhead with his tongue. Holding Will’s gaze, he said, “Now fuck me. Use my mouth.”
Will groaned. Grabbing Gadiel’s hair, he started fucking into him roughly, his feverish gaze fixed on Gadiel’s face. He slammed into his throat once, twice, and came with a low groan that sounded more like a growl.
Gadiel swallowed everything greedily. It was very salty, but it was Will’s come going inside him, and there was no bigger turn-on. Yanking his zipper down, he pulled his aching erection out and stroked it roughly, moaning around Will’s half-hard cock. He lifted his gaze and found Will still staring at him, as though entranced against his will.
It was enough to push him over the edge.
Gadiel came with a muffled moan, burying his face against Will’s hard thigh.
He closed his eyes, shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. Will smelled so good, felt so good against him, even fully clothed—solid, firm, strong.
But all too soon, Will was pulling away. There was the sound of a zipper.
Gadiel’s stomach clenched. It was over.
He’d made Will lose control, but at what cost?
Chapter 17
“Gadiel.”
He opened his eyes reluctantly.
Will was fully dressed, looking as composed and untouchable as ever, his face impossible to read.
Gadiel blushed when their eyes met, becoming hyper-aware of his own disheveled state, of his soft cock still on display, of his sore throat. From Will’s cock.
Shivering, Gadiel licked his lips. They felt swollen and oversensitive too.
Will’s eyes flicked down to them and his jaw tightened, something flickering in his eyes. Discomfort? Unease? Something else?
Their gazes met again, and Gadiel’s stomach did a little flip-flop. He fixed his clothes, feeling flustered and unsure.
He’d never been in a situation like that. His sexual encounters usually ended very abruptly, either with the other man kicking Gadiel out or with Gadiel slipping away while the other guy was in the shower. He’d never had sex with someone he knew, someone he was really into—someone he wanted to be around after sex.
“Are you angry with me?” Gadiel said, getting to his feet.
“Why would I be angry with you?” Will said, somewhat stiffly.
Gadiel frowned. In his experience, closeted men—and all of his hookups had been with closeted men—often became assholes after getting off, insisting that Gadiel had seduced them and they were actually “not like that.” He’d expected Will to treat him similarly. He might not have been closeted, but he was straight. “Because I sort of bullied you into it?”
Will’s lips twisted. “You didn’t exactly hold me at gunpoint. I’m not in the habit of blaming other people for my actions.”
Gadiel chewed on his lip, unable to get a read on him. Anger at least would have been familiar. “Well, that’s a relief,” he said lightly. “I’m usually the evil seducer of law-abiding straight men.”