Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
A spark lit in Shane’s golden-brown eyes. “That’s a relief.”
Before he could lower his arms, Van leaned in, nuzzled Shane’s armpit, which smelled of clean skin and man. He licked it, got Shane’s salty skin on his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Shane gritted out.
“Want me to do it again?” Van asked.
“You know I do.”
So he did. He tongued Shane’s body, rubbing his hand over Shane’s pectoral as he did. His cock ached behind his fly.
“What’d he do next? Tell me what he’d do to me, Van. Show me.”
“Stand up,” Van told him and Shane did. The bulge in his jeans was eye-level. Van couldn’t wait to see what he was packing, couldn’t wait to see how beautiful his dick was—because it would be. Every part of a man’s body was gorgeous to him.
“He’d take your pants off next,” Van said. “His fingers might shake because he’d be really fucking eager to see your dick…how long would it be? How thick? How low would your balls hang? What would it look like through the lens of a camera?”
“Oh fuck.” Shane knotted his hand in Van’s hair. “My cock is leaking all over the damn place.”
“I can’t wait to taste it.” Van fumbled with the button and zipper on Shane’s jeans. He pulled them open, saw Shane’s white boxer trunks, his fat bulge and the outline of his cock, and the wet spot. “You really are leaking.”
“My balls are so damn full.”
“Guess we should get to emptying them,” Van said with a smile.
“Guess we should.”
“Your lover would take your pants off next.” Van pulled the jeans and underwear down Shane’s hairy legs. “Sit down,” he told Shane, who did. He pulled Shane’s shoes off, then his pants. The hum under his skin got more and more intense. He wanted Shane’s dick in his mouth. Wanted to tongue his balls. Taste his skin.
“Tell me.” Shane put his hand in Van’s hair again, letting the curls fall through his fingers. “Tell me what he’d do next.”
“He’d do his best to blow your mind.” Van didn’t break eye contact with Shane. Hell, he hardly blinked as they stared at each other. He lapped at Shane’s sac with his tongue, then ran it base-to-tip along his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Shane rushed out.
“Your skin tastes good,” Van told him, before he grabbed Shane’s dick and lowered his mouth over it, taking it as far as he could. He loved sex. Loved touching and licking and tasting. Loved fucking. Maybe because he’d allowed himself to fear who he was so much, that he just wanted to revel in who he was and what he enjoyed.
He swirled his tongue around the crown. Licked the pre-come there. “I had a feeling you’d have a beautiful cock. I’d love to photograph it.” He brushed his fingers over Shane’s length, just softly caressing his hot skin.
“I’d put everyone else to shame,” Shane teased almost uncomfortably, before grabbing the root of his erection and angling it toward Van’s mouth. “Is this where my lover would let me feed it to him?”
Van’s lips tugged into a deep smile. “Yeah, this is where he’d do that.”
He let Shane nudge his lips with the tip of his cock. He rubbed the head over Van’s mouth before saying, “Open up.”
Van did and Shane used his other hand to push him forward, to guide him as he worked Shane’s prick with his mouth.
“Christ, you have a talented mouth,” Shane told him and Van smiled around his dick.
He loved the feel of steel and velvet in his mouth. Loved the musky scent of man in his nostrils. Loved the feel of wiry pubic hair against his face.
When Shane’s head dropped back and his hand fell away, Van took over. He jacked Shane’s cock at the same time he blew him.
He listened, heard, as Shane’s breathing got heavier, sharper. He thrust his hips slightly as Van pleasured him.
Van cupped Shane’s balls, playing with them, brushed his thumb over Shane’s taint. He could feel Shane’s body getting tighter, more rigid, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he got a mouthful.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamned good.” Shane thrust his hips just as he blew, as a jet of his come squirted to the back of Van’s throat. He swallowed it down, sucked harder, was rewarded when Shane shot again, which he just as eagerly swallowed down.
As soon as Shane’s body went lax, Van pushed to his feet. His dick ached, he was so damn hard. His body buzzed. With quick, shaky fingers he pulled his shirt off, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Shoved them and his underwear down enough he could grab his dick. He spit in his hand and started to jerk himself off right over Shane. Brown eyes looked up at him, watching Van work his dick.
His balls were already high and tight. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to rocket through him, for everything to feel fuzzy and his body amped up. His vision blurred as he shot. Come flew against Shane’s chest.