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)
This.
God yes. It was like finding his way home after decades of being lost.
Just as his lover had promised, it didn’t hurt. Not really. Ansel went so slow, so steady that by the time he was balls deep, sweat had pebbled on his chest. Fitch had the bizarre urge to lick him there, to taste the salty evidence of effort and control. His cock twitched and the echoed ripple in his ass made him groan.
Braced above him with shaking arms, and blond hair hanging limply around a taut but beautiful face, Ansel waited. And all Fitch could do was stare up at his lover in awe. He really was an angel. With the glow of the candles reflecting off his skin, and the unrecognizable look in his eyes, he looked like heaven. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, they didn’t blink.
And then his dancer smirked. “Jesus, Grumpy Bear, you’ve got one tight ass.”
Fitch’s heart grew even bigger and on his puff of laughter, Ansel thrust so the sound ended on a long moan.
“You are such a goddamn smart-ass.” Fitch pulled his lover down so they were chest to chest.
He loved this man. He really did, and somehow he’d find a way to tell him. A way that made certain Ansel didn’t run away.
Ansel’s hips plunged and retreated in shallow, gentle movements while they tangled together. Sandwiched between them, Fitch’s cock leaked his joy, making an ever-loving mess. Neither of them cared. They were both covered in sweat, lube, saliva, and precome. He rubbed his hairy calves over Ansel’s smooth thighs, enjoying the contrast, the strength. He tilted his hips up for more because having his lover inside him had become the greatest thing in his life.
He clutched at Ansel’s flexing, powerful ass, urging him faster, harder. Ansel murmured incoherently as they kissed, demonstrating the passion of their mating through grunts and sighs. Fitch responded, echoing the noises, only louder.
He seized Ansel’s hair and bit his ear, grinding his cock up for more friction. Ansel cursed and reached down to lift Fitch’s hips. The new angle pushed Ansel’s dick even deeper and ignited a cascade of fireworks behind Fitch’s eyes.
Holy shit.
His body quaked involuntarily.
Ansel licked his throat, then whispered, “Prostate,” before doing the same move again and again and again until Fitch’s entire body electrified and his chanting became a perpetual hum.
Fuck. It felt too good. Ansel’s heavy body, his words, the connection. It was overwhelming. Christ, his heart was going to burst. His body would disintegrate. He whipped his head to the side and sucked in air.
“Can’t,” he muttered. Still holding Ansel like a lifeline.
“Too much?”
“Yeah. Yes. Oh fuck.”
Ansel kissed his eyebrow. “You want me to stop?”
The idea killed him. “Hell no,” he forced out. Another hard thrust and he gasped, “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you,” Ansel said. “You can break. Even if you shatter into a million pieces, I’ll put you back together.”
And there it was, the very thing that broke him. Fitch sobbed. He tucked his face into his lover’s neck and let himself burst. His orgasm ripped through him, wave after wave of bliss. His cock throbbed with the release; jets of warm semen covered both of their stomachs. His anus convulsed around Ansel’s cock, and on the tail end of his own climax, he felt his lover’s rhythmic movements stutter.
When Ansel cried out in surrender and collapsed over him, Fitch gathered him close and kissed his hair.
“We’ll put each other back together, Angel.”
* * *
“Is it always like that?” Fitch’s quiet question stirred Ansel’s damp hair. Limbs still too heavy to move he tried to tip his head to catch his lover’s eye.
“Bottoming?”
“Yeah.”
Ansel smiled and slid off enough so he could remove the condom and toss it into the basket near the bed. When he was done, he fell back onto Fitch’s chest and traced circles through the hair.
“Is it always like what?”
“Intense.”
Pride filled his chest. Combined with the post-orgasm high he was careless and dopey, so he told the truth.
“Only ever with you.”
Fitch’s arm tightened around him, his heart thudding under Ansel’s ear.
“Angel—” It was the same fearful, tortured tone Fitch had used before, and a piece of Ansel wanted to ease his lover’s worry, to make everything better.
But he didn’t know how. He’d never been in this position before. On the verge of something so great he couldn’t quite believe it was real. What if he fucked it up like he did everything else in his life? What if he got so fucking close to the rainbow only to have it ripped away?
That would hurt like a motherfucker.
He grazed Fitch’s nipple with his teeth to distract them both before Fitch said whatever it was he wanted to say.
“Glad to know I rocked your world, Grumpy Bear. Hopefully, we’ll do it again sometime.”
Fitch’s smile tickled his forehead. “Anytime you want.”