Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
"I, um, didn't want to…" When he hesitated, I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, his mouth greedy. His hands knocked my hat off my head so he could run his fingertips over my scalp. I’d kept my hair longer as a kid, but in prison I’d always kept it shorn. I’d learned that longer hair could be used as a weapon, something to hang on to. But now I was thinking that having Brooks’s fingers buried in my hair wouldn't be such a bad thing.
I grabbed him by his hair and relished in his groan as I forced his head back enough so we were eye to eye. "Didn't want to what?" I insisted.
"Wash away your touch. I kept imagining…" This time he shook his head. His cheeks were bright red. No way in hell was I going to let him get away with not telling me now.
"What did you imagine, sweetheart?" I asked, though I kind of suspected what he was trying to say. I leaned in and licked his mouth teasingly. I bit down gently on his lower lip and held it until he was moaning and rubbing his body against mine. I released his mouth. "Were you wishing there was a part of me still with you?" I added, "Besides the teeth marks?"
Brooks looked drugged as he nodded. I slid my hands down to cup his ass and then began to pump my hips against his. He was rock hard, like me.
"Xavier, please," Brooks begged.
I could still hear voices outside as the ranch hands went about their work. But I didn't give a shit. It was just me and Brooks. I was as high on him as he seemed to be on me. And there was nothing that would take this moment from me. I didn't care how wrong it was, or that I’d promised myself I wouldn't do this with him again.
I settled my mouth next to his ear and softly whispered, "You ever been fucked bare?"
Brooks shook his head. He was breathing hard and alternating between pressing his dick against mine and shoving his ass backward into my hands. I licked the shell of his ear, then kissed his cheek gently. "Me neither," I admitted. The idea of being the first one to take Brooks in that way was intoxicating. "I'm negative," I said, leaving it at that. I had no clue why I was considering doing something like this with him, because it would just open up a whole new can of worms. But reason and logic had flown out the window the second he'd kissed me back. Hell, who was I kidding? It had flown out the window the moment he’d walked into the barn.
"Me too," Brooks breathed. His body was heaving and shaking and sexy little whimpers kept bubbling up from his throat. I'd never been with someone who was so responsive before. It was like my touch sent him up in flames. Jesus, even just the right words said in the right way seemed to send Brooks to that edge. Normally, I would've enjoyed taking my time and sending him there over and over again, but I wasn't in any better shape. Just like the night before, my needs had taken over and all I wanted, all I needed, was to be inside of him.
"Please, please," Brooks begged.
He sounded like he was on the verge of crying. He sounded so desperate I couldn't help but press a gentle kiss to his lips and say, "I've got you, baby. Going to take care of you."
Brooks deepened the kiss and then his fingers were going for my jeans. My own fingers fumbled awkwardly as I did the same to his pants. He had slacks on, and the material was thin enough that I could see his erection. I hadn't had the chance to see his dick the night before, but I’d felt it. I needed to rectify that. I got his pants open and pulled his cock out. Brooks whimpered when my fingers touched his stiffness. It was damp and sticky.
My mouth watered at the mere thought of how his pre-cum would taste. But I knew I wouldn’t last, so I stayed upright and shoved his pants down. I stroked his gorgeous dick a few times and studied his reaction to every touch so I’d know what drove him the craziest. His head seemed particularly sensitive, but he also was a big fan of having his balls toyed with. I needed to remember that for when I did have the time to get on my knees before him.
"Take me out, Brooks. See what you do to me."
Brooks was following the demand before I could even finish it. His hand was firm around my cock, but there was a certain innocence in his touch, like he was less certain about what to do. That just turned me on even more. The things I could teach him to do with his mouth…