Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He should push him away and he knew it, but his arms were too busy pulling him closer, one hand sliding into his hair and the other into his back pocket, searching for his wallet and what he knew he kept there.
They dropped to their knees together, tongues still mating as Hugo flipped open the leather and pulled out the packet of lube he’d made sure Solomon always kept on hand.
Four days without touching him and Hugo was dying for him. Desperate. He dropped the packet and the wallet on the floor and unbuckled Solomon’s belt with clumsy hands.
“Need you,” Hugo moaned against his lips, pushing his jeans over his ass and gripping the flexing muscles. “God, I need inside you now.”
Solomon kicked off his shoes and jeans before rolling Hugo flat on his back, straddling his thighs. He reached for the lube, staring down at him with blue eyes so hungry they made him moan.
Neither of them said a word as Solomon prepared himself, the wet sounds and his rough breaths making Hugo’s cock drip with precum, every part of him focused on what his lover would do next.
When he took Hugo in hand they both held their breath, feeling the head of his erection pressing firmly against Solomon’s clenching ass. Still looking into his eyes, he let gravity fill him, their muted groans mingling as Solomon took him completely inside.
Fuck. “Younger. Jesus, I’m in you deep like this. So tight.”
Solomon arched his neck, his blond hair grazing the middle of his back and his thick cock curving against his abs as he started to rock against him, taking Hugo with a singular focus that was as erotic as it was frustrating.
“Look at me. Let me see your eyes.”
Hugo reached up to cup the back of his neck and that gaze followed. The one that burned straight through to his soul, possessing him. “What are you doing to me?”
Solomon leaned close, scraping his teeth across Hugo’s stubble. “Giving you what you want,” he growled. “Let me fuck you, Hugo.”
Yes.
“You like being on top?” he murmured, hand knotting in Solomon’s hair, desperate for control. “Show me, Younger. Ride my cock, baby. Use me. Fuck yourself hard.”
Solomon groaned, shaking his head in denial even while his body moved to obey. He gripped Hugo’s shoulders, his thighs tensing as he started fucking himself on Hugo’s thick shaft.
Hugo couldn’t stop watching him reach for it. Couldn’t stop touching him. His thighs, his back, his ass. He spread Solomon’s cheeks and started to guide his hips, changing the rhythm.
Faster. Harder. So fucking good.
Solomon took him, rode him until he was flushed and glistening with sweat, eyes always on him.
It was the most intimate sex Hugo had ever had. He tugged Solomon down and rubbed their lips together, not deepening the kiss, just connecting. Just sharing each breath and needy moan.
Hugo slid his hand between their bodies and took his erection in hand.
“Oh fuck,” Solomon groaned. “Oh fuck, not yet.”
But he was too close and he wanted them to come together. Needed it. He bucked his hips off the ground, pressing deep. “Take it,” he urged. “I want you to take what you need.”
Each deep stroke had them gasping, begging for something that was just out of reach. One more. One more…
Don’t stop, baby. Never stop.
Solomon’s cock jerked in his hand and he was coming, Hugo one hard thrust behind him. They were so connected he could feel every clench and flex of muscle, every struggling breath of his lover, even as he shuddered into his own release.
He saw Solomon’s hard features soften in ecstasy. He wanted to make that happen again. Every day.
Shit.
Solomon burrowed into him, kissing his neck, his jaw. “Missed you. Missed you so much,” he murmured raggedly.
When he lifted himself off Hugo’s body and lay down on the floor beside him, Hugo ached. He already missed the weight of him. The warm tight haven his cock belonged in.
No promises. No promises.
Solomon was kissing his shoulder, tracing a pattern down his arm. “You okay, Hugo?”
“The judges haven’t made a ruling yet,” he said absently, staring at the ceiling as he fought down his panic.
No promises.
“Speaking of decisions, I realized something tonight.”
“Oh yeah?”
He felt Solomon’s nod against his skin. “You’re worried about me changing if I take the job again, aren’t you? That I’ll start pretending again.” He paused, but Hugo didn’t respond. “I wouldn’t, not about you, not ever again. But I understand why it’s a deal breaker. That’s why I’ve decided to turn them down.”
Hugo felt the shock of that all the way to his toes. He hadn’t been expecting it, and it only made the panic worse. “You’re doing what?”
No promises.
“Turning down the job. I’ll recommend someone and that’ll be the end of it. We can go back to—”
“Jesus Christ, Younger, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?”