Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Zachary was flushed with heat and lust and all he seemed able to say was, “I want you.”
Whatever that meant, Bram’s sentiment was the same.
“I’m yours. Whatever you want.”
Zachary straddled his thigh and kissed Bram’s throat greedily. The sucking sent his blood boiling and shock waves through him.
Zachary inched down and sucked and bit at Bram’s nipple. When his teeth closed around the tip, Bram arched off the bed.
Zachary grinned wolfishly. He kissed down Bram’s ribs and up to the tender skin under his arms. He was a flame, catching in all the important places.
When he had Bram moaning, Zachary opened the drawer in the side table. He pulled out lube and a condom and held them up in question.
“Yes,” Bram said. “Whatever you want.”
Zachary’s eyes burned, all intensity and want, and Bram wasn’t sure what he was going to choose until he felt warm slickness slide inside him.
Zachary’s fingers undulated, making him groan and spread his legs wider.
Zachary watched him as he explored. Every time Bram gasped or moaned, he redoubled his efforts on that spot, until his fingertips found the place that made Bram’s vision go white.
Bram groaned as waves of pleasure spiraled through him, and Zachary hummed low in his throat with appreciation.
“Ready?” he asked, voice husky and eyelids at half-mast.
Bram nodded. It had been a long time, but he wanted Zachary fiercely.
Zachary slid inside him slowly, heat and steel and velvet, filling him up perfectly. Bram bit his lip against the temporary discomfort, then it dissolved into perfect fullness.
“Are you okay?” Zachary asked, frozen above him.
Bram nodded. “I’m great. You feel amazing.”
Zachary moved slowly at first, seeking the angle that would replicate his fingers’ pleasure. When he found it, Bram shuddered and clutched at his shoulders.
“That’s so good, baby.”
Zachary took that information and deployed it to fuck Bram to pieces.
Every time Bram thought the pleasure was plateauing, Zachary would slide that tiny bit deeper and awaken nerve endings that stoked the inferno. When the rhythm became comfortable, he’d slow down so Bram felt friction in every inch, then he’d speed up, snapping his hips to explode fireworks deep inside Bram.
Bram was so on edge that he ached, desperate for release but unwilling to sacrifice a moment of the perfection that was Zachary Glass.
“Please, please, please,” Bram heard himself beg.
“Touch yourself,” Zachary breathed. His cheeks were flushed and he moved above Bram like a god.
The second Bram closed his hand around his aching erection, he gasped and swore, overloaded with pleasure.
It built and built until Bram didn’t think he could take it anymore.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chanted, straining for release.
Zachary changed his angle slightly and Bram cried out. It was perfect—so perfect, so damn perfect.
Each slide inside him brought him closer, and the gathering pleasure felt like it would explode into a supernova any moment.
When Zachary reached up and pinched his nipple, the jolt pushed him over the edge. Ecstasy overflowed and poured through him like molten silver, bowing his back and tightening every muscle.
The orgasm took him apart, and as it waned, Zachary threw his head back and came with a groan.
His weight fell forward, and Bram closed his arms around him. They lay that way for a minute, both breathing heavily. Bram felt blown apart, so satisfied and connected that he didn’t want the moment ever to end. From Zachary’s grip on him, he felt the same.
“That was amazing,” Bram said softly, stroking Zachary’s hair. He felt Zachary nod in agreement.
They lay there for another minute, before Zachary seemed to realize they were getting stuck together and moved.
He cast a hot glance at Bram before going into the bathroom.
“Jesus Christ,” Bram said as he let himself stretch and luxuriate in how good he felt.
Zachary came back with a towel and a glass of water. He held both up uncertainly and Bram’s heart swelled.
“Thank you.”
Zachary stood by the bed still.
“Can we take another shower?”
This time, the shower was slow and liquid, all soft words and slick heat and long kisses.
Bram felt underwater, limbs and thoughts moving at the pleasure-drugged speed of a kiss.
“Thank you,” Zachary said, and Bram nodded, continuing to wash Zachary’s hair.
But Zachary turned around. “For letting me, um... I...”
He’d never seen Zachary look flustered over something before.
“Fuck me?” Bram rumbled into Zachary’s ear, evoking a shudder and a nod. “It was my pleasure, I assure you.”
Zachary shook his head. “Good. I just meant...thank you for not assuming that I would want...that just because...”
Bram wondered how many ignorant people had assumed that just because Zachary happened to be small that he would always want to bottom.
He rolled his eyes. “Of course. Whatever you want. I’m, uh, I’m pretty happy with whatever.”
Zachary studied him intently. “Yeah. Yeah, you are, aren’t you.”
But before Bram could bristle at the dark undertone in Zachary’s voice, Zachary said, “I’m glad,” and kissed him so sweetly that Bram didn’t have room left for anything but happiness.