Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Sway thought he was going to need a damn IV because he was leaking copious amounts of fluid and Brian hadn’t even gotten on the bed yet. Everything about him seemed surreal, like someone from Sway’s wildest fantasy. He was feeling so many things in that moment that he’d been reduced to a hot, writhing mess on Brian’s bed while he dug around in a big dresser for some stuff. Hurry. Repeated over and over in his head, the little head. His eyes had been on that furry ass. Dark hairs there too, the same as on his chest. Delectable. Sway wanted to part those dark cheeks and lick, taste Brian’s closest, deepest secrets. His eyes went up to the indented planes above his hips, where seeing those scars yanked Sway out of his fog… but only momentarily.
Sway’s breathing kicked up. Brian was a hero. He was his hero. Was there any other man on the planet that would’ve survived what he had? Most likely not. There was only one. One King. Brian King. A man who could bring Sway to his knees with just a glance.
Sway’s legs trembled, and his abs burned as he flexed them to keep himself in control. He was only seconds from leaping off the bed and landing on Brian’s jutting cock. He hadn’t had any since their first night. Not that he’d been used to an active sex life before, because he hadn’t. Sway hadn’t even noticed other men since then. Having Brian once wasn’t enough, and the motherfucker had ruined Sway for anyone else. He’d known that the first night when he’d run. He’d driven halfway home, then made an illegal U-turn on Bellemeade Avenue and sped back. Because he’d known even then that Brian had wedged his way into someplace aching and lonely inside him when Sway had needed it the most. Brian wasn’t a one-off.
Brian stood by the side of the bed and placed a couple of condoms on the night stand. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, laying that beside him. He moved cautiously as if he was trying not to frighten Sway by pouncing like a crazed lion, but Sway could see the barely constrained beast. Sway pulled the covers up and opened them for Brian. Then he held his hand out. Saying a lot more than just get in bed with me.
Trust me, Brian. Please, trust me.
Brian took his hand and slid onto the bed, under the covers, not stopping until he was on top of Sway, pressing him into the thick foam mattress.
Sway moaned and arched, squeezing Brian’s waist and pulling him in harder. When their cocks finally aligned and ground against each other, he and Brian both released a harsh, relieved breath. Sway couldn’t believe it felt that good, couldn’t believe how much he’d craved Brian’s heat. All that warmth seeped into Sway’s cold soul. Oh Brian. Sway’s head was fuzzy, and his balls were already shriveled walnuts between his thighs.
He could feel Brian’s heart pounding against his ribcage, matching the rushed staccato of his own. Regardless of their frantic pulses, or the need stirring deep in Sway’s balls, their movements were slow and careful. Sway held Brian’s cheek, keeping his powerful gaze. Things were said that didn’t need to be vocalized.
Brian leaned in and slanted his mouth over his, brushing the tip of his tongue against his lips. He couldn’t get enough oxygen. Everything about Brian suffocated him in the most amazing way. Sway gasped and spread his legs wider, Brian’s hips were thick, and they felt powerful; even the slow grind Brian was doing was enough to make him crazy.
“God, you feel so good.”
Brian ran his callused hand up Sway’s side and over his shoulder. He squeezed him there, then the back of his neck as if he was massaging him.
“Feels so good,” Sway moaned again. Damn, he needed something different to say.
Brian covered Sway’s jaw with his palm and turned his head up, so he could suck and lick on his neck. Those sharp teeth grazing over his Adam’s apple made his cock jerk and leak some more. Sway lifted his hips, not afraid to rub his frustration against the rigid muscles of Brian’s abs. As he felt Brian move across his throat, and down to his chest, he was able to catch his name mouthed on Brian’s lips. Along with a few other curses mixed with his guttural moans. Brian didn’t make much sound, but when he did, it did something shocking to Sway’s heart. He desired to hear those sounds.
Brian pushed the covers down until they were at the crest of his ass, the fire was still blazing and crackling, creating a beautiful soundtrack to what this really was. Making love. Sway sank deeper into the mattress, deeper into Brian’s eyes, deeper into Brian’s touch. This was it for him. Brian was it. Sway wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck, playing with the short strands of his hair while he licked delicately around Sway’s pink nipples.