Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Gasping, Geoffrey grabbed Sven’s head, throwing his own back. Water poured over his face, neck, and down his body. Sven hollowed his cheeks, groaning as Geoffrey’s cock slid into his throat.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” Geoffrey’s chant broke off as he grunted and thrust into Sven’s mouth harder. One of his hands slipped down to clutch his jaw, fingers digging into his beard.
Oh yeah.
Sven reached around to grab the globes of Geoffrey’s ass, purposely pressing his index finger onto his asshole as he gave his dick another deep pull.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sven!” Geoffrey pumped his hips, fingers still tangled in his hair and beard.
Sven wrapped his free hand around the base, jerking him along with the hard drags he gave with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, groaning at the taste of pre-ejaculate and chased down more with his tongue, poking it into Geoffrey’s slit.
Geoffrey yelled and let go of his head. A moment later Geoffrey reached for the hand Sven had on his ass and he nearly choked when he realized Geoffrey had soaped up his own fingers. He transferred the slippery stuff to Sven’s right before he placed them right up against his hole again.
Oh, he could definitely follow directions like that. He slid one finger inside, the soap easing his way. He groaned around the cock in his mouth because Geoffrey was all tight heat and silk. He slid in and out, pushing a little deeper each time, then added a finger and pressed both into his prostate. The long, keening sound above him told him this was something Geoffrey loved. The jolt of pure, raw passion and excitement that slammed into him nearly made him come. It was like he’d been made for Sven. He swallowed around Geoffrey’s tip and Geoffrey tugged on his hair.
“I’m gonna…holy shit, Sven, I’m coming!”
Sven didn’t need the warning because he felt the pulse in his dick and the tightening around his fingers right as Geoffrey spurted into his throat. And he knew he wasn’t going to make it to actually getting inside him because this was just too hot. He let Geoffrey’s spent dick fall from his mouth and pressed his face into his belly. His skin, it was…creamy. Geoffrey was like the best part of an ice cream sundae: the whipped topping. He could lick the man from head to toe and never get his fill. He grabbed his dick and managed to stroke once before he was groaning, his balls pulling up so tight he yelled when his release hit him.
“Fuck yeah,” Geoffrey breathed, his hands cradling Sven to him. “I love you noisy so goddamn much.”
He left his cheek against Geoffrey’s belly and worked to get his thoughts back in line. To catch his breath. Slim, elegant fingers touched his beard, stroked along his mouth. Sven kissed the pads and closed his eyes. “Pretty sure I can’t get up.”
“I’d help.” Geoffrey snorted. “But my legs are noodles. You’re the one holding me up.”
He smiled into Geoffrey’s skin, inhaling the man’s scent deep into his lungs, loving the stroke of those fingers. God, Geoffrey was a fascinating mix of graceful, delicate, and strong. Sweet yet masculine. Others talked about how young he looked and even Sven had felt that way, but these last few days, he’d really seen Geoffrey. The man. A responsible one who’d raised his brother and created a successful business.
They came from different worlds. Sven’s didn’t involve documenting his every move online, but the more he got to know Geoffrey, the more he realized a lot of that sprang from loneliness. Geoffrey lived online while his home life was without the things he needed. Sex he could get easily, Sven bet, but did anyone cherish him—show him how beautiful he was, how worthy of love?
He froze, nearly choking on that thought. Geoffrey touched his lips again and he closed his eyes and decided to just enjoy this and not worry about what it was. Or could be.
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Stunned wasn’t the right word. Flabbergasted wasn’t either. Geoffrey was pretty damn sure there wasn’t one word out there good enough to describe what he was feeling in that moment. He couldn’t stop touching Sven’s face and the crisp, wet hair of his beard, but especially, his lips. And every time he kissed Geoffrey’s fingers, something deep inside him fought to get to the surface and he wrestled it back because for the first time, he was really scared. He hadn’t expected tenderness.
Had never even experienced it with any of his past lovers.
And with Sven, he’d gotten lust, passion, and more fireworks than he’d ever felt, too.
He’d pushed for this. Pushed Sven and now that he’d gotten a taste of what it was like with the man, a part of him was frozen in terror because he knew, he knew, that he was falling hard and he wasn’t sure his heart was strong enough to take a rejection from him.