Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
We ground against each other, his denim-covered dick rubbing against my cotton-covered one, until I lost the plot and ripped his fly open. If Noah remembered that he was supposed to be leaving, he said nothing. He was eager and breathless when I got his pants below his hips so I could clutch the firm globes of his ass while he undulated above me.
There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted me to fuck him. Slide into his tight heat and give it to him deep and hard and steady until he was shaking from the force of his building ejaculation. I could feel that need in him as our kisses turned sloppy and his breathing ragged.
It was a good time to stop. Catch our wind. Separate. But Noah had been right about one thing—we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I spread his ass cheeks and pressed my index finger against his entrance, teasing just enough to get him restless. And he did, rocking back and groaning, slowly becoming the brash Queens kid who only peeked out when provoked.
“Stop being a fucking tease,” he bit out. “Jesus Christ.”
My shoulders shook with laughter as he glared, all glassy-eyed and swollen-lipped.
“I’m gonna miss this, Noah.”
Some of the fire left his gaze, but then he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face into my neck. “Just fuck me one last time, Gavin.”
Last time.
My heart thudded. I could not comprehend those two words, even after gearing myself up for him walking out the door. But the finality of them broke me. This was it. It was really it. A jagged breath caught in my chest. Holy shit, I was going to crumble.
Instead of letting myself fall apart, I yanked his head up with a violent tug of his hair and slammed our lips together in a savage kiss. He groaned and rocked back on the hand still gripping his ass. He loved my shows of force. Loved when I took him instead of having him. Each bruising grip and impatient shift a promise to fuck him within an inch of his life.
I picked him up and flipped him over, pushing his face into the mattress with his ass in the air. He was already trying to shimmy out of his jeans, but I took over and ripped them off in a few rough tugs. The underwear came next, then the shirt, the fabric stretching and ripping as my fingernails scraped at his skin in the effort. All the clothes he wore were so goddamn tight, sometimes it was a fight to get them off him. A fight he thoroughly enjoyed.
The bottle of lube was still where we’d left it days ago—open and on the floor beside my bed, the thick silicone liquid congealed around the side. I grabbed it and got my fingers greasy, breath coming harder as he dragged his dick along the sheet for some friction.
“My good college boy,” I rasped. “Such a needy little slut in bed.”
He growled, and I smacked his ass again. The shiver that went through his body turned me on to such an excess that a trickle of liquid slipped from my dick. Once I slid my fingers into the clenching tunnel of his ass, the tip of my erection was sticking to my shorts. I needed to jerk it, but I took that out on his ass with deep thrusts of my fingers. He slammed back on them with his forearms braced against the bed, his ass jiggling with each motion.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I said roughly. “That ass was made to be fucked.”
He nodded, still riding my hand. “Yeah. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my ass,” he gasped. “And go hard.”
That was all I needed to go full Neanderthal. I pulled my fingers out, laughing quietly when he clenched around them tighter, and used my unlubed hand to flip him over. He bounced on the bed, his dick bobbing, and then spread himself just for me. He was flushed and wild-eyed, hair everywhere and mouth open. And that dick was so hard it was likely pulsing. I leaned down for a quick suck and was rewarded by him keening my name like a wail.
Too much for me to hold out on. I had his thighs yanked apart and my cock lodged in his ass before it registered that I’d impaled him.
The blissed-out smile crossed his face, the one that haunted my every night and daydream. The way his eyes rolled back and his lips parted while the sides turned up. The breathless laugh of relief to have my dick in him. It was all so perfect. And soon to be gone.
My stomach bottomed out. I rocked against him slowly.
“Who’s gonna fuck you like this when I’m gone, Noah?”
His eyes snapped open. Alarm crossed his face. “What?”