Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
It was like poking an angry bear. Bellamy’s eyes narrowed and he got right back in Seamus’s face. “Is that what you believe? That you got off because it had been a while since you’d had any outside stimuli? Fine. Let’s do a little chemistry experiment.”
That was the last thing he heard Bellamy say before their positions were reversed and he was pressed between the wall and a hard male body. Then his mouth was claimed with an animalistic growl.
Oh God.
Seamus pushed half-heartedly at Bellamy’s arms until he felt strong hands grip his wrists. Yes. That’s what I need.
He bit Bellamy’s lower lip hard, but that only made Bellamy buck and grind his unmistakable erection against him. Harder.
His tongue warred with Bellamy’s inside his mouth and his body was still vibrating, but with a new kind of tension. His blood was pounding, so much of it going straight to his dick he felt like he might pass out.
He shouldn’t want this. It didn’t make sense.
Yes. Please. More.
Bellamy let go of his wrists and flattened his palms against the wall on either side of Seamus as he continued his carnal exploration. Too much. Seamus had nowhere to hide, nothing left but raw reaction and need. He’d never been treated like this before. This wasn’t a getting-to-know-you kiss. This was a fucking starving, have to have you kiss. It was brutal and devastating and he never wanted it to stop.
He needed to touch him. Bellamy let one of his wrists go with a tug and Seamus went for the man’s zipper with trembling fingers. When Bellamy lifted his head to stare at him, Seamus almost whimpered at the loss of contact.
“Don’t worry, we’re not done. I just want you to know whose tongue you’re sucking into your mouth. Who you’re moaning for. Not Connor. Not Gillian. I want you to understand how you’re responding to me, Seamus,” Bellamy rasped. “To me.”
Seamus followed his gaze and groaned as he watched his own hand pulling Bellamy’s erection from his unzipped jeans. He was stroking Bellamy’s thick cock as if it were his own. The sight was as hot as it was surprising.
“Don’t you fucking stop now,” Bellamy ordered roughly.
As if he could. Bellamy’s cock was big. So big, and hot and smooth and heavy in his hands, and he didn’t want to let it go.
Stop now, Seamus. If you don’t want this, stop right now.
“I keep seeing you on that massage table,” Bellamy breathed. “You came so fast I was almost disappointed. I wanted you to beg for more so I could fuck your ass with my fingers and feel you tightening around me. I wanted you to turn your head so I could push my cock into your mouth.” He pushed his hips forward with a low groan. “Tighter. Grip it tighter, damn it.”
Then his mouth was consuming Seamus again. Rough and aggressive, his teeth scraping and his tongue demanding everything Seamus had to give. He used both hands and tightened his fingers instinctively around the thick hard flesh, fists that Bellamy took full advantage of.
“Yes. Fuck—” Bellamy’s words became garbled and he started to mutter in a language Seamus didn’t understand. But he knew what it meant. Every man alive knew what it meant. He was close.
He’s fucking me, Seamus thought in amazement. He pinned me against the wall and now he’s using my hands to get himself off.
It was the realization of too many long-repressed fantasies, and his own erection was trying to bust through his zipper in reaction. It needed. It ached. It wanted a fist of its own. A mouth to wrap around it.
Why wasn’t Bellamy touching him?
“God, that’s good,” Bellamy rasped in guttural English. “I’m going to come like this, Finn. You’re so hot, I can’t wait anymore. Lift up your shirt, gorgeous. I need to…”
He didn’t wait for Seamus to obey, but instead dragged up his shirt and covered the hands on his cock with his own, letting out a broken moan as he came. And came. Fuck. And came some more.
They watched together as spurts of his hot release splash over bare skin. Seamus felt it drip down his chest and flat stomach. The proof of what they’d done covered him. Marked him.
Seamus couldn’t stop looking at it.
He didn’t have time to come back to his senses, because Bellamy was finally touching him, watching his own fingers with avid eyes as they spread the results of his release all over Seamus’s chest and stomach.
“I never appreciated this until now,” Bellamy murmured absently. “I’ve had men beg for me to come on them, but it felt too possessive and messy. I never wanted to leave any part of me behind.”
Seamus tensed at the mention of other men, but Bellamy eased his fears. “With you it’s different. I want to cover every inch of you in my come. I want to fill your mouth, your ass and paint your body until you’re sticky with it. I want to own you.”