Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“I thought for a moment the earth was moving beneath my feet,” Reed said, his lips curled into a dark grin.
Trevor didn't say a word, but a drunken smile slowly slid across his face. His hands snaked out, reaching for Reed again. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The sexual tension took Reed’s breath in a huff. The intensity in Trevor’s gaze caught him completely off guard. This time, Trevor carefully brushed his lips against Reed’s ever so lightly. Oh, fuck yeah.
Seizing the moment, unwilling to let it pass, Reed leaned in, pressing his lips to Trevor’s. He gently let his tongue trace across the seam. Oh Lord, did he want inside Trevor’s mouth. Hell, Reed really just wanted to be inside Trevor; he'd fantasized about making love to him for most of the last twenty four hours. Tugging Trevor closer, Reed stayed within a breath of Trevor’s mouth. He softly cupped his face, running his thumb across his full bottom lip.
“I've thought of little else since first laying eyes on you.” Slanting his mouth above Trevor’s, Reed kissed him. Hard. His breath hitched as Trevor parted his lips, allowing immediate entrance. Their tongues mingled and swirled. Reed opened his mouth wider, and Trevor pushed his tongue deeper inside. His first instinct was to suck Trevor's tongue even further into his mouth. Reed wanted to completely fill himself with this man.
Smoothing his hand over Trevor’s neck and chest, Reed let his fingertips glide down his sides and around his waist. His mouth devoured Trevor's in a slow dance of teeth, lips, and tongues. The feel of Trevor's mouth working beneath his, the urgency of the kiss, sent him spinning. God, Reed longed to be deep inside this one. The need to make Trevor his own overwhelmed him. He never felt such an intense connection in his life. Reed’s breath hitched again when Trevor’s strong hands gripped his rock hard cock, rubbing him with urgency. He let his own hand slide down Trevor's firm ass, then around his hips to grind against Trevor’s thick dick, delighted to find Trevor as aroused as he. The contact caused Trevor’s kiss to become harder, more demanding. Reed deepened the kiss, matching the hungry touches with his own. Trevor shoved him back. And a small sound escaped his lips when his back hit the hard brick wall. Oh dear God, this was going to be good.
“You’re beautiful...I've waited too long and I'm tired of being without,” Trevor said sloppily, taking the step to Reed, while having to put his hand on the wall to steady himself. With his other hand, Trevor began to unbutton his pants. Frustration crossed his brow. “Damn these pants are fuckin’ hard to get undone.”
Reed spent much of the day thinking of how he wanted to make love to Trevor. Slowly, so slowly, he envisioned hours of exploring every inch of Trevor’s muscular body with his fingers, mouth, and tongue. Reed wanted Trevor to tremble beneath his touch. He wanted to torturously draw out the time to pleasure Trevor properly. But hell, he could play this game too. Reed liked it rough, hard, and fast. If Trevor wanted it this way, who was he to deny the guy? Opening his eyes, Reed moved to help Trevor unbutton his slacks, hoping to move things along a little faster.
“How does it work from here? I haven’t done this before, and I need you to be gentle. Am I supposed to ask that? If not, ignore it. Any way is good,” Trevor said.
Reed smiled as Trevor’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when he slid his hand inside his pants, but Trevor's mumblings stopped him from going any further. Reed could easily take advantage of this situation, and lord knew that’s what he wanted to do, but his heart told him Trevor would be worth the wait. Besides, Trevor was too drunk to make a conscious decision. Reed should have realized this when they tumbled out the door.
Fuck! Where the hell did this bout of conscience come from? Groaning, Reed placed his hands over Trevor’s, who stayed focused on pulling himself free of his clothing. Reed needed to make sure he'd heard right, praying desperately he hadn’t.
“Trevor, hold up, and look at me.” Trevor’s eyes slowly focused on Reed’s as he quietly asked, “Have you ever been with a man before?”
“No, no, I haven't. But he doesn't want me and I want to have sex. It’s cool. It’s dumb to be saving myself. That’s just fuckin’ dumb.” Frustration laced Trevor’s voice. He pushed away from the wall, stumbled back several steps, but stayed on his feet. Trevor shoved his pants down to free himself.
“Oh yeah, look, I’m really ready! I want this, I want you,” Trevor said as he reached down to grip himself, stroking tip to base. He gave a little moan of pleasure. With his pants around his ankles, Trevor took small steps back to Reed who still leaned against the wall.
“I really want you. I want to kiss you again. I love the way your lips feel against mine. It was a good first kiss, I think, right? I've never kissed another man before. Damn, I can’t understand why in hell I'm saying all this shit to you. I need to shut the fuck up. I sound pathetic as hell. I never talk and can’t seem to shut the fuck up now... Whatever, just fuck me,” Trevor said, his voice trailing off. He reached out, grabbing Reed’s hand and shoving it down to his swollen cock. Trevor stumbled on his own feet, bumping hard into Reed’s chest with his arm and shoulder.
A deep sigh tore from Reed as his head fell back against the bricks. Reed struggled to push his devious thoughts from his mind, but dear God, he wanted to stroke Trevor. Reed loved the feel of Trevor’s warm, thick cock slipping through his hand. Get a grip, Reed. Hell yeah, he wanted to get a grip! He desperately wanted to wrap his fingers around Trevor with both his hands... No! Fuck his hands! He wanted to take Trevor with his mouth and tongue. Just the thought made Reed harden even more. Yes, his mouth would be a much better choice, allowing Reed to feel and explore every beautiful inch of that glorious cock. All the time Reed battled with himself over right and wrong, Trevor continued to stroke himself as if nothing else mattered. Reed's hand finally snaked up Trevor’s back, cupping the nape of his neck, drawing Trevor back to him.