Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Ros let his hands roam and closed his eyes when his fingers found irregular scar tissue on Shane’s lower back. Every bit of him was a question Ros didn’t have the time to ask.
“You’re so damn hot,” Shane whispered, staring at him as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. The raw hunger in his gaze was like nothing Ros had seen before, and despite his fears, he couldn’t deny this guy the meal he was craving. Before Ros could have come up with a fun, flirty way to answer, Shane shoved him back, and grabbed one of the cushions, stuffing it under Ros’s ass.
Oh .
“H-how do we…?” he asked, suddenly adrift when Shane sat back on his heels between Ros’s spread thighs. He’d never felt this exposed to anyone, and was both eaten up by nerves and horny as all fuck.
He gasped when Shane pinched his thigh with a wide grin, placing his hands on Ros’s knees and pulling them apart as if he believed he had every right to.
Which he did.
“I want to see your face when I push into you.”
How could one man be this scorching hot? Ros was already melting at the cocky little quirk of eyebrow Shane gave him. He wasn’t sure whether he should focus on the hard dick, the solid abs, or the hardened nipples right in front of him. How could Ros have believed that he’d last without sex until after college was over?
In this moment, Shane’s desire for him seemed like the most important thing in the world, and when he spread Ros’s legs wide with that satisfied smile, Ros wanted to be the greatest lover this guy had ever had. The click of the lube bottle made all those hot fantasies come to a halt. Reality was knocking at the doors of his overheated skull, and the truth was that he had no idea if this encounter wouldn’t end up being terribly painful, or embarrassing, and… shouldn’t he like… prepare for this?
“Do you want me to… um?” Ros whispered and glanced at the door. It wasn’t as though he had an en-suite here. He’d have to go out.
And how was he to even ponder this when that bulging cock twitched, as if revving to go.
Shane dropped the lube and pushed his fingers between Ros’s buttocks so abruptly, it was impossible not to stiffen at the cool touch. Oh, his hand was so slick and wet. “Do what, pretty boy?” he rasped, leaning forward to shut Ros’s mouth with a kiss.
“Go wash?” he whispered, so embarrassed he was on the verge of closing his eyes despite Shane’s lips being there to soothe him.
Shane snorted, and his fingertip licked Ros’s hole, prompting him to rise with a raspy inhale. Oh, God. Being touched like this was so good.
As if he were a man at last, not a sexless, statuesque boy all the girls wanted as their artistic friend.
“Just relax and enjoy it.”
Ros dared a smile and ran his hand up Shane’s forearm, struck by how rarely he got to touch another man at all. The desire reflected in Shane’s eyes was the mirror he’d needed to see himself for the lusty being he was.
He nodded and rocked his ass a little against Shane’s fingers. They were rubbing him now, rolling against sensitive skin in a circular motion that very quickly started to test Ros’s patience. Something strange was happening to his body. His arousal would usually focus on his cock and balls, but now it seemed that his hips went up in flames, and all he could think of was the heat in the little hole Shane kept rolling his finger over.
He raised his ass off the bed, but before he could have asked for more touch, The digit pushed halfway in, letting Ros adjust to the odd sensation. He’d expected his muscles to yield, but despite his desire, his ass wouldn’t cooperate and tightened around the finger.
“Go on,” Ros whispered, ready whatever the sensation would be. He was ready for the thunder and wouldn’t be taking cover. His dick was almost painfully hard and dribbling pre-cum over his shimmery stomach. He didn’t care that they didn’t know each other, because right now, it felt as though they did.
“You’re one eager puppy, aren’t you?” Shane rasped and grabbed one of Ros’s knees, pulling it to rest on his hip. It was such a hot power move that the knots in Ros’s stomach relaxed, and the digit went in. All the way to the knuckle.
“Twenty-one years of pent-up horniness, okay?” Ros bit his lip, staring into Shane’s lust-filled eyes. He wanted to belong with this man even if just for one night.
“You’re so fucking hot on the inside,” Shane whispered, twisting the finger. It was an odd sensation, as if the muscle he was trying to stretch outright refused to relax and instead stung like a pinch, but when Shane dove forward and bit the side of Ros’s neck, a sudden charge unwound all the stiffness inside him.