Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Not yet.
Done exploring one long, sexy dancer’s leg, he went after the other with the same treatment. This time, he ran the flat of his tongue up Liam’s inner thigh so close to his erection, it brushed across Tate’s cheek.
“Oh God, please fucking suck me. I’m dying.” His body was flushed and dewy with sweat. He couldn’t stay still, writhing on the bed as though hooked to live wires. His biceps bulged with the force of trying to tear the pillow to shreds.
So fucking hot.
“Please, Tate.” Liam’s body arched. “Please suck me or fuck me. Do something. I can’t take it anymore.” He’d been reduced to whining and begging.
Gorgeous.
Tate’s balls hung so heavy and full they ached like hell. He had no right to complain, considering the way he’d been tormenting Liam, but he’d been fucking with his own control as well.
And it wouldn’t last much longer.
“Roll over,” he growled. “Up on all fours. Let me see your pretty hole.”
“Oh, yes, finally,” Liam whispered as he scrambled onto his hands and knees faster than should have been possible.
Tate’s focus immediately reached for the firm backside jutting out at him. He wanted to spend hours doing everything he could dream up to that incredible ass. But damn, if his own cock wouldn’t hold out that long, and he’d rather die than come without being surrounded by Liam’s blistering heat.
He gripped the round cheeks and pushed his hands apart, spreading Liam’s ass wide for his viewing pleasure. In the center was the pink, tight hole he’d fantasized about for days.
“Goddamn, that’s a pretty sight,” he whispered.
“Admire it later,” Liam said, breathless. “Hell, I’ll send you a framed picture you can stare at all fucking day. Right now, you need to lube up and get something inside me before I take matters into my own hands.”
His cock twitched as though trying to obey Liam’s command.
Who knew a pretty, elegant ballet dancer could have such a filthy mouth?
CHAPTER TWELVE
IF HE HAD enough brain power to think, Liam might have been embarrassed by Tate’s up close and personal inspection of his most intimate area. As it was, the only thought running through his head was how badly he wanted Tate to put something inside him. A finger, his tongue, his cock, something to end the ache.
“So impatient,” Tate spoke so close to his ass Liam could feel the breath wafting over his cheeks. He felt like a rubber band stretched to capacity. With one flick, he’d shoot across the room with punishing force.
“Tate, please…” He gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles cracked.
His cock hung down heavy and angry red from neglect. If they didn’t hurry, he’d blow all over his sheets from the anticipation alone. Already, his arms trembled, but it was more from desire than the effort to hold himself up.
“I need to feel it,” Tate muttered.
The sound of lube being squeezed onto Tate’s finger preceded the click of the closing tube.
Hold on for a few more seconds.
Nothing happened, and Liam imagined Tate behind him, warming the lube with his fingers. Then, there was a light touch to his rim without the cold shock that often accompanied a hurried or careless partner.
“Yes,” he said, panting. “Touch me.” He peered over his shoulder to find Tate with a look of wonder and awe as he focused on his finger circling Liam’s asshole.
“Ready?” His voice was ragged, close to the edge.
Join the club.
“Beyond ready.”
A thick finger breached his hole, pushing in with maddening slowness. “Fuck, that’s good.” He loved this part. The initial burn and sting as his body stretched to accommodate the intrusion.
“Fuck, Luxe, it’s so goddamn tight. You’re just sucking me in.” Tate played around, testing the depth and moving his finger in and out.
“More,” Liam said as he moaned. “Another.”
“Shit, yes.” He added another finger, ramping up the burn all over again, but within seconds it turned to a warm pleasure radiating out from Liam's ass through his entire body.
Tate scissored his fingers, stretching Liam and giving him a thorough finger-fucking.
His head swam with happy chemicals, making it hard to do anything but feel. He thrust back on those curious fingers.
“More,” he said again.
“God, I love this. You’re a fucking mess, just begging for my cock, aren’t you?” As he spoke, Tate probed deeper, hitting Liam’s prostate.
A powerful shock of electricity had him crying out and arching his back. Precum dribbled onto the sheets below him. His balls were full and heavy, threatening to unload if he had to endure much more of this.
“Now, Tate. I’m ready. Now. Fuck me now.”
“You sure?”
He heard the thread of uncertainty in the question.
“I don’t want to hur—”
“You won’t. Just fucking fuck me already.”
The sound of the condom wrapper made his insides clench with anticipation. Next time, he’d be the one to smooth the latex over Tate’s erection. A few seconds later, the head of Tate’s cock notched against his hole two seconds before powerful pressure swamped him. Tate pushed inside his body, slowly, so fucking slowly. The grip on Liam’s hips tightened with each inch. He shut his eyes, breathing through the intensity of the burn as he bore down to accept the intrusion.