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)
Not after this.
Sven stood, pulling him close with one arm while he shut off the water with the other. It was a little like being sheltered and he loved it as much as he always knew he would. Sven snagged a towel and rubbed it over Geoffrey’s head. Geoffrey’s heart did a weird flip-flop in his chest when Sven laughed as he draped the terry cloth over his shoulders. Geoffrey knew where the amusement came from. He could feel his hair sticking up on his head. He wanted to smile. Wanted to come up with some smart-mouthed quip, but all he could do was stare up at that face. At the way the big guy was looking at him. Sven had blown his mind.
And holy hell, he looked fucking good wet. He finally pulled his gaze down. Rivulets of water ran down those acres of muscles and Geoffrey held on to the towel around his neck as he watched Sven dry himself. He had wide, wide shoulders and biceps so big Geoffrey couldn’t get both hands around them. His thighs were the same. He had light brown hair on his chest and in the happy trail to his dick—which was uncut. He hadn’t had nearly enough time to play with that. And when Sven turned to step out of the shower, then bent to wrap his wet hair in a towel, Geoffrey wanted to fall to his knees and worship his ass.
“You coming?” he asked as he straightened up and looked over his shoulder. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
His cock twitched and he shoved all his worries aside, gave Sven his widest grin, and climbed onto his back. Sven automatically reached back to grab Geoffrey’s thighs and Geoffrey made sure to grind his rapidly re-filling dick into Sven’s back. “To my bed for more ravishment!” He plopped his chin on Sven’s shoulder and pointed in that direction.
Instead of moving as told, Sven turned his head and pressed his lips to Geoffrey’s.
This kiss was different than the others. He didn’t open his mouth, he only pressed against him like he just. Wanted. To. Feel. Him.
Geoffrey tightened his thighs and wrapped an arm around Sven’s neck. The towel wobbled, then fell. Long wet hair flopped onto his shoulder and Sven laughed against his mouth.
His heart did that weird flipping thing again and he tightened his arm, wrapping the other around Sven when he faced forward and carried him through the closet and into his bedroom. He kissed the tendon at the side of Sven’s neck, then his ear. Sven caressed his thighs as he carried him and moaned when Geoffrey kissed behind his ear.
He watched them in the big mirror as Sven walked across the room and his oddly confused heart knew what to do then. It raced and thumped so hard against his ribs, Geoffrey held his breath.
Forever wouldn’t be long enough to look at a naked Sven.
“I like the way I look on your back,” Geoffrey said as their eyes met in the mirror.
“Me too.” Sven deftly pulled him around until their groins were together. “I like the way you look on my front even more.” He reached the bed.
Laughing, Geoffrey hugged him then let himself free-fall backward into the soft, blue duvet cover. He pointed to the side table. “Condoms and lube in the top drawer.”
Sven hardly took his gaze off Geoffrey as he grabbed the supplies and dropped them on the bed. Then he crawled over him and stopped to stare. The intensity of that look did weird things to him, so Geoffrey gave in to his urge to touch and stroked his hands over those broad shoulders and down over his chest. He kept going until he had both sides of that gorgeous bubble butt in his hands. He tugged Sven’s lower body down onto his and sucked in a deep breath at the chill of still partially damp skin. But they warmed up fast. And damn, all his weight felt good on him.
Anticipation made him start shaking again and he couldn’t help it. He’d never been so turned on his life and he knew from the way Sven looked at him, that he didn’t see jailbait or someone less manly. Sven saw him. And he liked what he saw because it was there in that affectionate gaze and in his reverent touch and his—Geoffrey wiggled—dick that was once again hard. “I have a feeling it’ll be awhile before we get enough,” he said, rubbing his own hard cock against Sven.
“A long while,” Sven agreed as he reached down to grab Geoffrey’s ass and pull him harder into his body.
Geoffrey jerked, then groped for the condom. He turned his head to tear the packet open with his teeth, then pushed Sven’s chest just enough so he could reach between them. Sven’s eyes dropped to half-mast as he let Geoffrey work the condom onto him.