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)
Fitch moved to stand behind, his cock nestled in the terrycloth-covered crease. “I thought you were in a hurry?”
Ansel tipped his head to expose his neck as he ran the comb through his wet hair. “I have to do this now or I’ll never untangle the mess once it’s dry.”
Fitch kissed up the long column of his throat.
“It would go faster if you didn’t distract me.” Ansel’s voice was breathy and it made his cock throb.
“Can’t help it. When you’re close I need to touch you, otherwise I go insane.”
“Fuck it.” Ansel tossed the comb on the dresser and turned in his arms.
Fitch grinned right before Ansel brought their mouths together. It was a wild mating, desperate, intense. Not like any other kiss they’d shared. Ansel tugged on his hair, grazed his bottom lip with his teeth, and made the hottest noises. Their bodies collided, each of them gripping, clutching, wanting to be closer. But the towel was in the way. Fitch ended the kiss with a frustrated groan and pulled off the offending material.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
Ansel blinked those amazing lashes flirtatiously. “I like it when you get bossy.”
“I know, Angel.” He smacked Ansel’s ass. “On your back, I like seeing your face.”
Ansel arranged himself in the middle of the queen-size mattress, knees bent, legs open like a goddamn offering. And Fitch’s mouth actually watered. He’d never done this before, but he was dying to try. During the past two weeks, he’d watched a ton of gay porn. As research.
It was time to put his new knowledge to good use.
As he approached, Fitch tried to slow his jackhammering heart. He wanted to do this right, make it so good Ansel would never forget. He maneuvered into position between Ansel’s legs and pressed a kiss to his shaking thigh.
“I’ve been tested,” Ansel said, his voice tiny and brittle.
Fitch paused and looked up to meet his wide green eyes.
“Just in case you were wondering, you know.” Ansel wet his bottom lip before it disappeared behind teeth.
What did it say about him that he hadn’t even thought about the risks he was taking? What did it say about his desire?
“I haven’t been tested.”
A wrinkle formed between two blond brows. “It’s okay, as long as we’re careful.”
He smoothed his palms down both of Ansel’s thighs. The skin was so smooth and luxurious, it was like petting polished porcelain.
“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He was so close to Ansel’s cock now he knew his breath must be fanning the moist tip.
Ansel expelled a pained laugh and lifted his hips. “Sex doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”
No, not sex, but intimacy sure seemed to make the guy squirm. What was more intimate than having a lover’s tongue in your ass? If Ansel wasn’t going to mention it, he wouldn’t either. He would, however, take his time.
He wanted Ansel wild, desperate, willing to do anything for just another moment. Deep down, that was how he’d been feeling since the night they’d met. Completely off balance.
Choosing not to reply, he settled lower on his stomach. Ansel’s cock was long and slender, his balls were high and tight and completely hairless. Fitch didn’t want to know how much effort it took to stay that way. Though he appreciated it as he sucked on the taut sack.
Ansel gasped and lifted both knees to his chest. Fucking perfect. Fitch swirled his tongue around the treat in his mouth while his own desire skyrocketed. He’d never imagined balls could be so delicious. He was tempted to stay right there for the rest of the night. If Ansel tasted this good here, how much stronger would his flavor be a little further south?
With a loud pop, he removed his mouth from Ansel’s sack and lifted his beautiful ass higher off the bed so he could bury his face between two firm cheeks. With the first lick across the sensitive star, Ansel began a keening moan. He was bent in half, his knees touching the mattress on either side of his chest, spread wide open with his cock leaking all over his abs.
Fitch thrust against the soft comforter for friction but didn’t close his eyes. He had a perfect view when Ansel’s face transformed into a mask of amazement. The blush that colored his face, the wonder flashing in those stunned green eyes, the way he couldn’t seem to keep still—it was all so charming, Fitch lost a piece of his heart. He knew the instant it broke away and fell into Ansel’s unknowing hands.
And he didn’t give a shit.
No matter what happened later, he’d always remember the awe on his Angel’s face.
Chapter Twenty-One
Fitch spent endless minutes licking, teasing, feasting. The sounds he forced out of his dancer were mind-blowing and he hadn’t even breached the hole yet. Still, he’d only tasted a hint of Ansel’s flavor and he wanted more. He stiffened his tongue to a point and flicked it fast over the tight star until it fluttered. A little steady pressure and it blossomed, letting him in.