Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He emptied into my ass, and I realized at that moment that I had never felt closer or more connected to another person, ever. Sex wasn’t love, I knew that, but I was changed because of this, and not merely because now I knew what I’d been missing. He knew me, truly saw me, and he was the only one who had ever cared enough to look.
“Oh, Glenn,” he croaked, lifting me so I was upright but still on my knees with his cock pulsing inside me. One of his hands was wrapped around my throat, the other pressing down on my abdomen. “You are so fucked.”
I scoffed. “Well, yeah, I was.”
“No,” he whispered into my hair. “You have no idea what you just did.”
“And what did I do?” I asked, leaning back, letting my head bump his, our cheeks scraping together, my short beard and mustache on his stubble.
“You gave yourself to me.”
I had. “It was stupid, what I thought before.”
“Tell me.”
“I thought I wouldn’t be a man anymore if I was on the bottom.”
“You thought you’d be less.”
“Yes.”
“But now you know that’s stupid because top or bottom has nothing to do with being a man. You’re doing what you want and what feels right.”
All I could do was nod.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t switch it up next—”
“No,” I said quickly, my voice thick with lingering passion and emotion. “I’d like to have you—I want it just this same way again.”
“Whatever you want,” he husked, easing gently from my sensitive channel.
The feel of his slick cum dripping from my hole brought another thought to mind. I cleared my throat. “Maclain?”
“You’re worried about the condom,” he said, easing me to a sitting position and taking my face in his hands.
“Not worried, just… I mean, I’ve never been with… And it’s been well over some years since there was a girl, and I’ve been tested and I’m fine, but I should have told you that. I have the results in my email if you—”
“I have mine saved on my phone.” He pushed my hair out of my eyes and traced over my cheeks with his thumbs. “I can show it to—”
“No, I just wondered why you didn’t put one on.”
“Well, because I knew there hasn’t been anyone for you, and I’m always careful, so I wasn’t worried about it.”
“How did you know there was no one for me?”
“Remember how I told you I’ve been keeping tabs on you?”
“Yeah.”
“What I didn’t say was that any guy lingering around your restaurant, waiting for it to close, waiting to get a chance at you… I’ve quietly discouraged them.”
“You’re lying.” I chuckled, my heart beating wildly, hoping it was true. To someone else, it might seem scary; to me, staking that kind of claim was crazy, stupid hot.
“Oh no I ain’t.” His eyes, still dark with hunger, were riveted on my face. “And since just thinking about being inside you has forced me to take more cold showers than I could possibly count, I was sure as hell not going to offer to glove up for no good reason.”
“Because you knew we were safe.”
“I did.” His gaze never wavered as he drew me in for a kiss. It was tender but thorough, and when he was done checking my tonsils, he gave me a smug grin. “I would never put you at risk for anything. Not ever. I swear.”
“I believe you,” I mumbled, so replete, so calm, realizing that being in bed with someone who knew what he was doing and who wanted me as much as I wanted him was a blessing to go to church and light a candle in thankfulness for. “As long as it’s just us, we should never use a condom, don’t you think?”
“I agree.” He sighed, brushing my hair back again. “This got long, huh?”
“Yeah. It needs to be cut.”
“Awful pretty to cut,” he said wistfully before he kissed me again. “I like the beard and the mustache too.”
I smiled at him. “You seem to like a lot of things about me.”
“No ‘seem.’ I do like everything about you,” he said adamantly, and I got another kiss. “Now don’t move. I wanna take care of you.”
“You did already,” I told him, and that time he bit my ass, a quick nibble, to shut me up.
I stayed frozen as he pulled everything off the cot and arranged it on the ground before prodding me to lie down.
Sprawling out, exhaling deeply, not remembering when my body had ever been so sated or my mind so still, I grinned when I felt the T-shirt being used to clean me up.
“I might’ve yelled a bit,” I confessed. “I hope I didn’t wake anybody up.”
“No, you were quiet, but c’mon, everyone’s dead to the world except us.”
He wasn’t wrong. The trip had been grueling, and people were wiped out. “You know, I’m still gonna smell like sex and sweat and have your dried cum all over me no matter how much you clean me up,” I remarked cheerfully.