Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Sean eased back down. “Kiss me, Max,” he murmured huskily.
Max fused their lips. Then their tongues joined in, too. A heartbeat later, Sean rolled them over and straddled Max’s waist. He deepened their kiss, sinking his hands back into Max’s hair. Max clutched his hips and squeezed. God, this shit felt so good. So much better than before when he’d thought it was a dream, because now he knew it was real. And that Sean wasn’t leaving.
Warmth expanded his chest. That knot in his stomach unwound. Then a whole new need surged into existence. The fierce desire to give himself to Sean. Heart and soul, absolutely, but he’d wanted to give Sean that for ages. Right now he wanted to give Sean his body. Not to see what Sean was made of, though, like he’d stated earlier. But as a sensual gift to his lover. For Sean to do with him as he pleased. To take pleasure from him in every way.
He wanted to say thank you. For everything.
He palmed Sean’s ass, fingers splaying possessively. “Need you deep, Sean. Need you now.”
Sean moaned and rocked his hips. “Fuck… That sounds so fucking sexy.”
“You want me to say it again?”
Sean grinned. “Save your breath. You’re gonna need it in a second.” He slid off and grabbed the lube again. Popped it open and met Max’s eyes. “You know… when you’re shouting my name.”
Max’s lips quirked. “So confident. What if I’m shouting for you to get off me?”
Sean laughed. “Definitely confident that that will never happen.” He settled between Max’s knees. His midnight blues blazed. “Because in this,” he murmured huskily. “I’ve had practice.”
Goddamn. Max’s dick bucked. Confident indeed. Sean’s eyes, Sean’s tone, they’d just said it all. He wasn’t just practiced. He was good.
Max’s heart thumped faster. He could feel it in his cock. He gripped the thing and stroked as Sean lubed up. So stunning. His lids hooded. Sean was just so fucking stunning. Perfection incarnate, in every inch of his physique. One day Max would spend hours just licking him.
Sean looked up and met his gaze. His lips curved. “All done.” He moved closer, leaned over Max’s body and claimed his lips. For just a few presses, though. Then his mouth was moving on, meandering along Max’s jawline to his neck. Then to his collar bone and finally to his nipple. Max thrummed as Sean suckled it, pleasure emanating through his pec. And when Sean gripped its barbell with his teeth and tugged, Max groaned a drunken curse and demanded more. Which Sean gave him in spades till they both were fucking panting.
Max’s blood pumped hotter. Need vibrated in his chest. Sean was propped on one arm with his other between their bodies, its muscles bunching as he stroked his lubed-up dick. Max’s lashes dipped lower. Sean was readying to go.
His elbow stopped. Fingers grazed Max’s taint, then moved further to his hole. One slow, gentle stroke. Sensation lit Max like a torch, igniting every nerve ending, every cell.
His eyes slid shut. His thighs spread wider.
Sean rumbled against his nipple. “So fucking hot.”
Another erotic caress, then his finger slipped inside, delving deep a few times before adding another. Sharp pain seared hot, but after that initial stretch, it died right back out just as fast.
Max groaned, loving Sean’s fingers back inside his body. Earlier, when they’d breached him for the very first time, it’d felt so fucking foreign, yet so damn right. Like he’d been waiting for that exchange his entire life, but only with his a stór. Only with Sean.
Sean’s hot breath kissed his skin. “Lift your knees, Max. I’m fuckin’ dying.”
Max complied without question. He was dying, too.
Sean’s fingers slipped free as he straightened back up. Then his dick’s crown nestled snug against Max’s door. “I’ve wanted this,” Sean rasped, “for so fucking long.”
Holding his shaft, he glanced down and applied pressure. Not a ton, though. Slow and easy. As if taking great care. As if determined not to cause Max any pain. Max’s insides whirled with equal parts affection and need. How could Sean be so mind-blowingly sexy and yet so kind?
Max gripped Sean’s hips. Sean grinned and claimed his mouth. Then, as Max bore down, Sean pushed—and sank inside.
Both moaned in unison, swapping breath as they kissed.
Sean eased deeper with a growl. “Shit. So tight.”
Max winced. “Yeah… Forever will fucking do that.”
“True.” Sean grinned. He slid to the hilt. “I’m inside you, Max,” he murmured. “I’m finally inside you.”
Max’s chest tightened. His heart thumped. He’d heard Sean’s double meaning loud and clear. Holding his gaze, he smiled and palmed Sean’s nape. “No, cat. Not finally. You’ve been inside me all along.”
“Yeah?” Sean breathed. His hips started to move.
“God, yes...” Holy shit, that felt so fucking good. All remnants of pain vanished. Max moaned and closed his eyes. “Just walked right through my walls like it was nothing.”