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)
Shane looked up at Van then, his face between Van’s legs, his balls at his lips and something shifted in his expression, like a switch had been flipped and Van wasn’t sure it was a good one. Because he’d reminded Shane he was there temporarily? Not that he thought Shane wanted Van to stay, but maybe because Van had the luxury of being able to leave?
But then, as though Shane realized what he was doing, he just leaned in, lapped at Van’s sac again before he stood up. He reached for his own button on his jeans, but Van said, “No, no,” before sitting up. “I want to unwrap the package.” So he did; first, he just unbuttoned Shane’s jeans before licking his skin where it met his jeans. “I’d take a photograph like this of you…just a tease. You’re fucking gorgeous and it would make people lose their minds, Shane.”
That wasn’t an option, he understood that, but he also wanted Shane to know how sexy he was. He also liked talking to him that way, telling Shane what he really fucking wished he could do. Sleeping with his models wasn’t a line Van had ever crossed. Photographing men he was seeing wasn’t really something he did either, but fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about it with Shane. He’d never wanted someone in both aspects of his life before, wanted them to be his art and in his bed at the same time.
“Oh yeah?” Shane asked before fisting his hand in Van’s hair.
“Yeah.” He opened the zipper, then stuck his hands in the back of Shane’s jeans and pushed them down, halfway, so they were in the middle of his ass. “Like this too. I’d take a picture of your ass. It would be a whole series of teases before getting to the real thing.”
He moved his hands again, pushed Shane’s jeans and underwear down until he got mid-thigh. “And there is the reward.” His dick was fucking beautiful—so damn thick and full of veins that Van wanted to lick.
“Open your mouth,” Shane told him and Van did. He grabbed the base of his cock before tracing Van’s lips. He felt the pre-come there, painting him like lipstick, before he pushed his dick inside. “Could we take a photograph like this?” Shane asked. “Set it up so I could look back on it and see how hot my prick looks between your lips?”
Van’s dick jerked against his stomach, as heat shot the length of his body. Still holding the base of his erection, Shane pulled it out so Van could say, “Fuck yes,” before Shane guided it in again.
Jesus, the man got him amped up.
Shane didn’t let Van suck him long before he stepped back, his dick red and fucking hard and slick with Van’s spit.
“I need your ass.”
“Then get naked and come here.” He leaned back and waited for Shane to do just that.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Shane’s body was overheating. His pulse thumped beneath his skin. Christ, he was fucking hungry for the other man, hungry to slide his dick between Van’s ass cheeks and revel in all that heat around him. He wanted to just let go—fuck and feel free in ways he wasn’t often able to do. Wanted to step outside his world, and pretend it was something different.
“What are you waiting for?” Van asked him, his brows pulled together.
“Nothing,” Shane replied. He finished removing his jeans and then grabbed his lube from the drawer. There was an unopened box of condoms inside, which he tore into before plucking one out. “Get on your hands and knees for me,” he told Van, who did it. His sexy, tight ass was there and waiting for Shane. He climbed on the bed, leaned forward, and licked it. Wanted to push his face in it and eat at Van’s hole until he lost his damn mind.
He wanted to make the other man come harder than he ever had before. Wanted to prove that even though he stayed in the tiny town, on the same goddamned property he’d grown up on, that he was experienced and knew what he was doing. That he could make Van scream, could make him come in a hundred different ways.
On his knees behind Van, he rubbed Van’s pucker with his thumb and watched him tremble. “Nothing like a tight, little hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched out, taking my dick.”
Van looked over his shoulder with a cocky, grin on his face. “Then give it to me.”
Shane’s fingers shook, so much pent-up energy racing through his body, as he ripped open the condom and rolled it down his erection. He opened the lube with a snap, squirted some on his hand and rubbed his prick, before adding more to Van’s hole. He pushed the tip of his finger inside, just to play with him, as he rubbed his other hand over Van’s ass.