Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“C’mere, babe.” He drew Kellus down to him, their foreheads pressing tightly together, their soft grunts peppering the air around them as Kel fucked himself on Arik’s cock. He strained to keep his control every time Kel sank down on him.
Their breaths mingled, lips lightly touching as they writhed against each other. Arik took advantage of Kel’s parted lips and licked into his mouth, delving deep and searching the sweet recesses. Driven by desire. His need to possess Kellus and make him his, and his alone, engulfed him. He’d never known a need like the one rushing through his veins existed. Kellus filled every void in his life, even the ones he hadn’t known he had.
Kellus sat up again, his hips rocking deliciously back and forth. Arik dug his fingers into Kel’s skin just to have something to keep him grounded. The slapping sounds of their flesh meeting was almost as sweet as the little noises his lover made. Kel threw his head back, the cords in Kel’s neck straining as he shifted his position and rode Arik hard.
The moment intensified, the feeling of Kel’s body surrounding his nearly overwhelmed his senses. “Baby, I’m gonna come.” The orgasm churned in his balls, burned in his veins, and seared his core. He couldn’t last much longer; Kellus’s demanding pace would make sure of that. Arik studied his lover intently—Kel’s eyes were closed, his full bottom lip trapped temptingly between his teeth, and a look of pure rapture on his beautiful face. Arik couldn’t tear his gaze from the man. His heart overflowed with joy as his body trembled in pleasure and absolute certainty.
“I love you,” Arik gasped, the words tumbling from his lips before he realized what he’d said. Kellus immediately cried out his release as the last word left Arik’s mouth. Kel’s ass squeezed and milked his cock as hot, thick, ribbons of come painted his chest and chin. Arik lost himself, his muscles tensing, his cock swelling. Liquid fire burned him from the inside as he held Kel’s hips in place and rocked deeply into him. Waves of pleasure pulsed through his body, freezing him in place as he came so hard spots danced behind his eyes. Kellus fell forward, burrowing his face in his neck. The other man’s weight utterly comforting as he rested on Arik’s chest.
“I love you, too,” Kellus whispered breathlessly against his skin.
The air around him shifted, his world tilted on its axis, and his heart did a slow roll in his chest. Kellus loved him. He gathered his artist in his arms, holding him tightly, keeping him there against his chest, not caring about the mess they’d made. He needed Kel close.
“Say it again,” Arik whispered into Kellus’s hair.
Kellus’s arm slid around his back and his palm moved to the nape of his neck, sending pleasure prickling all along his skin. Those skilled fingers brushed through his hair as Kel placed a soft kiss on the heated skin of his chest. “I love you, A.”
“I love you, too.” Arik drew Kel’s mouth to his, and as their lips met, he slipped from Kel’s ass. Both men groaned in unison, their protests swallowed by the impassioned kiss. They were a hot, sticky mess, and he still couldn’t find it in him to care. Kel pulled back from the kiss and curled snugly against him. Arik lay there, basking in the warmth of his good fortune.
Chapter 21
Weeks later
These had been the best weeks of his life. Arik stood in front of the full-length mirror, not even seeing his reflection. Instead, all his thoughts centered on Kellus, just like they always seemed to do.
“What are you wearing?” Kellus asked, stepping inside the closet. Arik inhaled, taking in Kellus’s freshly showered scent. The man was gorgeous, all lean and sinewy muscles. Arik’s first thought was to relieve the man of the large bath towel wrapped around his waist as he walked past him to the built-in dresser. Arik had managed to talk Kellus into keeping more and more of his clothing at his place. His guy still had reservations. Apparently, their time together hadn’t been long enough to warrant the word live-in partners, but Kel had conceded that since he did spend every single night with Arik, he needed ready clothing for whatever they might do.
“This. Is it bad?” Arik asked, turning fully toward Kellus. He managed to pivot around in time to watch Kellus untuck the towel at his waist and let the terrycloth drop. Seconds before the towel hit the ground, he bent, scooping up, and tossed the damp cloth toward a side chair. He’d never tire of seeing that naked form. Kellus was just the perfect specimen of man. Hard muscle, defined dips and firm planes, and a beautiful cock that made his mouth water.
God, he had it so bad.