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)
He pulled Sway’s legs higher, then lined his dick up. He applied the smallest amount of pressure, not enough to breach him, only enough to delay the heavenly inevitable.
“Don’t tease me. Don’t baby,” Sway begged.
Before Sway could ask again, Brian pushed in steadily, meeting little resistance after his careful stretching. Sway’s rum-colored eyes widened with his long, tortured groan. Brian lowered his body slowly, until he was connected with Sway from his feet to his chest. He planted both elbows on the pillow, caging Sway’s head, then fisted both his hands in those deep waves and stilled. His breathing was labored and sweat beaded on his temples and at the base of his spine, but he maintained control. Which wasn’t easy, because Sway gazed up at him as if Brian was the reason for all things good.
‘Baby,’ Brian gasped, easing out an inch or two, only to hurry right back in. Going even deeper because he couldn’t stand the separation but for a second. Sway’s fingers dug into the muscles in his arms and Brian flexed them unconsciously.
“God, you’re sexy, Brian,” Sway keened when Brian eased out farther and paused. “Oh fuck.”
Brian canted his hips, went in at another angle, one that made Sway throw his head into the pillow, his neck arched. Brian hummed and sucked on the glowing skin. He started a steady, shallow thrust, no longer able to tease, no longer able to delay. This wasn’t going to be as drawn out as he’d hoped. He’d waited too long—both of them—and now they were already on the precipice. Brian exhaled a contented, pleasured sigh. Sway was his. Looking at him, he knew with absolute certainty. He’d been able to read people his entire life, had built a career around it. Sway was strong. He wasn’t a coward. He was a real man, the kind of man Brian respected and trusted. He was his man.
“Kiss me,” Sway whispered, clenching around Brian.
“Ungh.” Brian lowered his mouth to Sway’s, kissing him gently while his body kept up the same dirty dance. He held Sway’s head with one hand, those soft feathering strands leaving a hint of vanilla on his pillow, while he gripped the underside of Sway’s thigh with the other. The tips of his fingers turned white as he rocked in and out, made himself reacquainted, repossessed what was his. ‘Are you mine, baby?’
“Yes. I’m yours.”
Brian touched his forehead to Sway’s. From his mouth to God’s ears. Brian rotated his hips, then pushed deep. A bolt of electricity hit in his spine, making him snap his hips harder.
“Yes!” Sway yelled swiftly, his heels digging into Brian’s ass, encouraging him to do it just like that.
If Sway wanted to feel his strength then anything he wanted was his. Brian kept the same languid tempo, but he added a lot more thrust when he bottomed out. With each snap of his hips Sway would cry out and try to speak with the English language.
“Fuck… ungh… just auu… ungh… like… ungh… that.”
Brian couldn’t take much more either. He couldn’t even pretend that Sway hadn’t wrecked him as well. Brian wanted to holler, it felt so good. Felt good to be home again. That’s what Sway felt like. A place for him that was warm and safe, where nothing bad could touch him and where no demons were allowed.
“Wanna feel you… ungh… come inside me. Now.” Sway shook his head, like he wasn’t going to last but another second.
With his mouth sealed over Sway’s, Brian reached down and held Sway’s round cheeks in his palms. That pert, snug ass had Brian seeing double. Opening his lover wider, Brian nailed Sway’s spot, unable to take his eyes off him in the throes of passion. His own orgasm snuck up on him like a crazed bandit, stealing Brian’s cool. His world rocked, and his head spun in an amazing way as his balls churned then pulled up almost inside him. His dick surged and hardened to the point of absurdity. With his last reserves shattered, Brian yanked Sway’s ass up to meet his final few vigorous thrusts and moaned louder than he had in a long time. Loud enough to trigger an explosive response from Sway.
“Unnngh.” Sway groaned a long time, then tensed underneath him and cursed to the heavens. “Fuck! I’m coming, Brian.”
That was Brian’s only warning before Sway’s thick, warm essence coated his hand.
Brian came awake that morning to the feel of soft fingers threading through the thick hairs over his pecs. He didn’t open his eyes as he took note of his position. He was wrapped around Sway’s body like a boa constrictor, holding him as if he was in danger of being abducted in the middle of the night. There were a couple of things that were interesting about the entire situation. First, Sway was wide awake, humming so faintly under his breath—if he’d been a cat, he’d have been purring—as if he was in the best place in the world. Pinned down and surrounded by everything Brian. Second, was that Brian hadn’t slept that well in five years. No middle of the night wake-ups, no cold sweats, no nightmares, no restless legs, or a wandering mind. None of that. Only peace and slumber.