Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Yes.” Riley held on to Thorne and opened his mouth, letting Thorne plunder him. He felt grounded, fully present for the first time that day. “This is what I need.”
“Maybe that’s the real reason marriages need to be consummated,” Thorne said.
“What?”
“To let you know it’s real. The feel of the other person. Their”—he breathed deeply against Riley’s neck—“scent. The sounds they make as you fuck.”
“Thorne…”
Thorne nibbled his collarbone and then tugged on the waist of his shirt. “Off. Now.”
“Wait! The cuff links.” Riley pulled them free and set them on a table. Then Thorne pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. “We should take better care of—”
“We’ll have it cleaned. Shut up and kiss me again.” Thorne caressed Riley’s bare back as Riley did just that.
When they came up for air, Thorne said, “I love the feel of your skin under my hands. I’ve needed to touch you all day. I woke up so hard this morning, wanting you, wanting your lips around my cock.”
“Did you now?”
“Yessss.”
Riley squeezed Thorne’s ass as he pulled him even closer and kissed his neck. Then he pushed Thorne’s shirt up and kissed his chest. Slowly, he worked his way down until he was on his knees.
“Better get you out of these,” he said as he lowered Thorne’s zipper.
Thorne shoved his pants and briefs down, stepped out of them, and kicked them away, which made Riley wince. “Quit worrying about the fucking clothes, and do something about my cock.”
“You’re bossy today.”
“Doesn’t that put you at ease?”
Riley loved the arrogant smirk Thorne gave him. “Hell, yes. It feels just like old times.”
“Good. So suck me.”
Riley grinned up at him. “In good time.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“But doesn’t having to wait put you at ease?”
Thorne growled. “Yes, goddammit.”
Riley lifted Thorne’s cock and teased his balls with his tongue and a gentle scrape of teeth.
Thorne gasped. “Jesus!”
“More?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Riley sucked the delicate globes until Thorne was panting and gripping his shoulders tight enough to bruise.
He used the flat of his tongue against the base of Thorne’s shaft, licking his way to the top. Then he took Thorne into his mouth and gave him what he’d been craving all day.
“More!” Thorne cried.
Riley kept it up, sucking, licking, driving Thorne mad. Finally, he pulled back and stood.
“I want you naked,” he said as he undid his own pants and shoved them down.
As soon as Thorne had the rest of his clothes off, Riley kissed him, walking them backward as he did so, until Thorne hit the wall.
He grabbed Thorne’s leg and wrapped it around his waist so he could get closer, thrusting against him, their cocks rubbing along each other. “So good. This is what we need.”
“Fuck, yes it is.”
“My…pants,” Thorne said, seeming to have to force the words out.
“What?”
“There’s a packet of lube in them.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Quick; they’re right there.” He pointed to the floor a few steps away as if Riley had forgotten taking them off.
“You brought lube to the wedding?”
“I didn’t know if we…”
“Were actually gonna fuck in Central Park?”
“No, but you’ve taught me to be prepared.”
“I guess I have,” he said as he grabbed the lube, glad he didn’t have to go farther. “So you want me to fuck you up against the wall?”
Thorne’s eyes widened. He took hold of his cock and started stroking. “I want it right here. Right now. As dirty as you want to be.”
“I want to be very dirty,” Riley said as he squirted lube into his hand. He slicked himself up and then laid his hands on Thorne’s chest and shoved him back into the wall.
Thorne’s breath rushed out as Riley lifted his leg again and found his hole. He pushed a finger into him, working it in and out a few times, and then he was there, his cock poised at Thorne’s entrance. The position wasn’t easy, but having Thorne pinned against the wall in this fancy-as-fuck hotel, at his mercy, riding his cock, was too good to turn down.
Thorne tightened his leg around Riley, and Riley wished he could pick him up. “I need to go to the gym more. I want to be able to hold you up like this.”
Thorne groaned. “Oh, Jesus. That would be…”
“Hot?”
“Yes!”
Riley pushed deeper into Thorne. He couldn’t get as deep as he wanted like this, but it was still so good. He worked Thorne until they were both sweaty and slipping on the wall as they fought to get the best angle and Thorne attempted to climb him.
He pulled out. “Turn around. Need to go harder.”
“Fuck, yes.” Thorne braced himself.
Riley gripped his hips and thrust back in, making Thorne gasp and fall forward, his forearms pressed into the wall.
Riley gave him no mercy, fucking him fast and hard, driving them both toward climax.
“Riley. This. Fucking perfect.”
“Yes!”
He reached around Thorne and stroked his cock. Thorne’s ass clenched.