Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Oh god,” Llew shouted. His dick was so hard it was fucking painful. Shane had one hand on his length and the other behind his neck. Llew had a million feelings attacking him at once. He was elated, scared, stunned, hell maybe in love with the man making him feel for the first time in what felt like forever. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying he didn’t start bawling like a baby. There were no words to describe this feeling. “Fuck. Fuck. Shane.”
“I got you,” Shane whispered. He pulled the earplugs from Shane’s ears and gripped both cheeks. “Look at me.”
Llew slowly opened his eyes. Even though he wanted to fall to the carpet with Shane under him and thrust against him in the worst way, he wouldn’t behave like an animal. But oh, he needed so much right now. He just needed.
“Tell me what you want. Whatever it is, you can have it.” Shane looked determinedly at him, and Llew knew he was telling the truth.
Llew couldn’t respond. He was speechless. His head pounded with adrenaline-fueled lust. His body shook and he pressed himself closer to Shane, trying to hide his reaction to what was happening.
Shane didn’t wait any longer. He yanked Llew’s belt open, and in seconds, a hot palm was on his dick. Llew’s knees gave way and Shane dropped to the floor with him. His decadent, comforting voice filled the small room while he nestled his soft lips against Llew’s neck. “I know exactly what you need. It’s okay, let go, Llewell.” Shane’s belt could be heard as he wrestled with unbuttoning his pants without taking his other hand off Llew.
“I won’t fuck you right now. I-I can’t. I’ll be too rough.” Llew didn’t want to disclose this to Shane, especially right now, but he needed to know the truth. “I haven’t come in years… e-eight years.” He stuttered. The admission still sometimes shocked him.
“Shh. I know.” Shane kissed Llew’s mouth again, his tongue lazily swirling against his. “We don’t have to have sex, but I am gonna make you come.”
Jesus. Llew was guided back to lie on the floor. “I don’t think it’s gonna take long.” He panted. It was there… right fucking there. His balls were engorged and pulled up so tight against him. He reached down, needing to feel it himself. To know he wasn’t dreaming. His cock was throbbing and purple under Shane’s touch. Llew ran his fingertips down the length and over his balls. Fuck. The sensitivity of his head was there… there to the twenty-fifth power. Shane lay on top of him from head to toe, his own cock out and pressing against him.
As Shane lifted up his upper body and arched, pushing his groin harder against him, Llew looked down between their bodies and gritted his teeth to keep from yelling like a madman. The feel of his own dick was foreign to him, but he was remembering now. It was all coming back to him, what he liked, what got him off. Something else that always helped was a rock hard body on top of him. He looked into Shane’s eyes and was overwhelmed to see hope, truth, and desire all there in his sandy brown eyes. All just for him.
Llew wanted to spread his legs wider but his jeans were only down to his thighs. Shane reared up and slid Llew’s jeans down to his boots, but didn’t bother wasting time trying to get those off. He let Llew’s legs fall to the sides and went back on his haunches to stare at him. He held their cocks in his hands, lightly rubbing the skin back and forth.
Llew’s chest rose and fell rapidly while he watched the hypnotic motion. He fisted his hands at his sides; his resolve not to take control was waning quickly.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Everything about you is sexy, especially your quiet power. I can see you fighting not to throw me on the floor and fuck me through it. But that can and will come later.”
Llew watched Shane’s mouth move when he spoke. Mesmerized by him. Look what he’d done for him. He was smitten to say the least. Shit. He hoped it wasn’t the white knight syndrome. Shane had rescued him more than once. What he was feeling looking up at him now, he knew it couldn’t possibly be that. Shane had all the attributes he said he’d ever want in a man. Everything he’d dreamed of. That long, pale cock jutting out from his toned body was a very strong attribute. Llew imagined it inside of him. Long and not too thick. Oh yes, he’d bottom for his first time just for Shane.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna come on you, Llewell. All over your sexy body,” Shane said huskily. His voice had gone from angelic to sinful.