Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Please don’t make me.”
Four little words, and so much pain and fear in Ansel’s voice, that Fitch completely lost his mind. Emotion took a hold around his throat and his whole body—hell, his entire fucking soul—shook with the urge to protect. He wanted to curl around Ansel and hide him from the world, kill all his demons. Even if he was one of them.
His arms shook as he looked down at this stranger who was fast becoming as familiar as his own heart.
The pool of blond hair spread out around him, those pink lips parted to reveal teeth and tongue, his strong nose and prominent brow. The goddamn painted lids squeezed tight, like a child hiding from a monster. Only this time, the monster was Fitch.
No, Ansel wasn’t afraid of him. He was afraid of how he looked at him. Like he was special.
Well, fuck that shit.
Ansel was special. In fact, from everything Fitch had seen so far, Ansel was probably the most special, unique, amazing person he had ever met. And whoever had made the guy feel like he wasn’t would be feeling Fitch’s boot up their ass one day. That he promised.
He growled and eased his cock back into the tight, hot heat of Ansel’s asshole. “I will fuck you all night long. I will fuck you until you’re ready to explode, until you can’t stand it. But I swear to God I will not let you come until you look me in the eye.”
Ansel’s sob was louder this time and not full of fear or pain. No, this time it was a sob of surrender, a cry of joy. Hope warmed Fitch’s chest. He leaned down to press a kiss to Ansel’s lips even as he gently pulled out and pressed back in, out and in, infinitely slow, patient. Letting Ansel know his threat was real.
Those long, sinful lashes fluttered like butterfly wings and he held his breath until Ansel’s brilliant green eyes were revealed. Fitch’s heart burst at the sight and he felt like sobbing himself.
Instead, he rammed his cock home.
Chapter Fifteen
Ansel stared up at Fitch, and the warmth in his deep brown eyes made the cannonballs return.
“Bastard,” he said, even as Fitch began a devastating assault on his hole.
Fitch smiled and looked down at him with that indescribable look on his face. Ansel didn’t want to put a name to it, but his ridiculous heart began a syncopated beat anyway. He let out his pent-up breath and felt a piece of himself fall away.
Then Fitch rubbed against his prostate, and all thoughts about danger and falling disappeared. Oh, holy God that was good. He hissed and curled his body to seek more of the same, but Fitch was still pinning him down.
“Sadist.”
“Call me what you want, but I think you like it.” Fitch’s thick fingers wrapped around Ansel’s stone-hard cock and squeezed.
It was so difficult not to close his eyes. With the way Fitch was watching him, fucking him, and now stroking him, he was overwhelmed with sensation and emotions he didn’t want to face. Too many fucking emotions.
His heart thundered so hard he thought it might be wearing tap shoes. His asshole quivered and pulsed with every push and pull of Fitch’s shaft. The friction built to a crescendo until his balls tightened.
Fitch groaned and lowered so they were chest to chest. He cupped Ansel’s cheek and maintained eye contact. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered.
Ansel panted a breath. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Yeah. I can feel your ass clenching. Don’t shut me out, Angel.”
He couldn’t help the whine that loosened his chest or the jolt that shook his legs. His lids drifted and his eyes rolled back.
“No, let me watch you come.” Fitch pressed a kiss to his lips and Ansel forced himself to focus on the man above him. The man making him crazy. He’d die if the evil jerk stopped now. So, he pinned his eyes open and plummeted headfirst into bliss.
His cry of release echoed in the quiet room, challenged only by Fitch’s return groan. His legs tightened uncontrollably around Fitch’s hips as they moved. His body shook and his cock spit his sticky load between their bellies.
Above him, Fitch jerked and flexed, his eyes never wavering from Ansel’s gaze, but his mouth dropped open when his orgasm hit. The shocked shout of gratification helped soothe some of Ansel’s angst. His instincts were confused. Part of him was squirming under the intensity of the moment, while the rest was shouting his joy to the sky. Luckily, Fitch released him, breaking the bond with a final deep tremble that closed his brown eyes.
“Wow,” was all Fitch said before collapsing on top of him with his face pressed into his shoulder.
Ansel smoothed a palm down Fitch’s big, muscular back. Just one second to enjoy the weight, the connection. He wanted to soak it up so he’d remember on nights when the loneliness got to him. He closed his eyes and carved the moment into his memories. But it didn’t take long, and before he’d taken another breath, the agitation started to tighten his stomach again.