Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Oh shit. Bellamy’s cock was grinding against his erection, sliding back and forth as his tongue plunged deep into his mouth. Seamus couldn’t resist cupping the bare ass above him to pull him closer, but the move had him underwater in seconds.
“Fuck,” Bellamy laughed raggedly. “This isn’t going to work.”
Seamus’s instant disappointment was embarrassing, but instead of moving away, Bellamy dragged him out of the water as if he were weightless and flung him onto the wide, cushioned lounger beside the pool.
Damn.
“Where were we?”
Lost, Seamus answered silently. Lost in a kiss that wasn’t gentle or safe or romantic. A man’s kiss that was hungry and vulgar and almost violent. And it was so fucking hot he couldn’t get enough.
Bellamy growled when Seamus squeezed his ass this time, pumping his hips in reaction. “I want inside you now.”
Yes. Seamus held back the word, biting down on his lip. “Until you, I’ve never had anyone—”
“Believe me, I know,” he snarled. “That tight little virgin ass still needs to be taken care of. Then I’ll be the first. The only one to fuck it.”
Or maybe I’ll fuck you, Seamus thought, but before he could reply, Bellamy’s hands moved between them and gripped them both, stroking their wet, hard shafts together. “Bell, shit, that’s…”
“Sexy? Perfect? Say it. Give me something, Seamus. I need you to tell me you like this.”
Seamus swallowed and nodded jerkily. “You know I do.”
“Give me more.”
He didn’t know what to say that would get Bellamy to keep doing what he was doing. “I love it, Bell. Please.”
“Begging works,” Bellamy groaned. “I need to get inside. Hang on.”
He leaned over and adjusted the lounge until it was completely flat. Bellamy licked his lips as he knelt over him. “I’m going to suck your cock, Finn. And you, nice guy that you are, are going to return the favor.”
Fuck, yes!
Wait, no he couldn’t do this. Could he?
A momentary image of Toby sucking him off in his truck flashed through his mind, then Bellamy turned and straddled his face. Seamus almost whimpered as hot, tight balls brushed against his cheek. There was no way this could work.
But he wanted it to.
A second later he was shouting, his hips bucking off the cushion as Bellamy took every inch of his cock in his mouth. “Fuck.”
His lips parted instinctively when Bellamy nudged his erection between his lips and he couldn’t stop himself from licking and sucking the hard shaft filling his mouth. This was what he wanted Bellamy to do. What he craved. And then he started craving the hot velvet flesh under his tongue. It tasted even better than he’d imagined. So much better.
And if Bellamy’s reaction was any indication, it gave him back some measure of control.
I’m sucking a cock, Seamus thought as he tilted his head to take more and dug his fingers into strong thick thighs. Holy shit, finally and it’s so fucking good.
“God, Seamus. Yes.”
His cock. Bellamy’s long, delicious cock that Seamus wanted to fuck him. It was big like the rest of the man. Could he take it? Did he really want to try?
A long wet finger chose that moment to push inside his ass, and Seamus howled around the steel-hard erection in his mouth but Bellamy didn’t stop until he was pressing against Seamus’s prostate. The bolt of sensation made him see stars. Fucking stars.
Holy shit, yes. Yes, he wanted to try.
Again. I’ll do anything if you do that again.
Bellamy must have read his mind, because he started thrusting in time with his mouth. Swallow and thrust. Swallow and thrust.
Jesus, he was way too good at that. He must have had a hell of a lot of practice. The thought made Seamus redouble his efforts, sucking, using his tongue to give Bellamy even a fraction of the pleasure he was receiving.
He jerked when Bellamy added another finger and made a scissoring motion inside him, stretching a part of him that didn’t seem to want to stretch. It fucking hurt, but he didn’t care. And as soon as Bellamy rubbed that magic button again, the pain disappeared and Seamus pressed into his touch with a whimper. He lifted his legs and spread them, not-so-silently begging for something else he’d never experienced before.
Bellamy lifted his mouth off of his erection and gasped for breath. “Look at you, Shameless. I could do it right now, couldn’t I? No lube, no prep, and your sweet ass would still take me like it’s starving. But you’re still too tight.” He thrust deep and Seamus shouted around him, hardly able to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. “Fuck, that’s good. Suck my cock, gorgeous. Suck my cock and fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Seamus pumped frantically against Bellamy’s hand, close and nearly wild with a desperate kind of desire.
“I’ll give it to you, I promise. I’ll always give you what you need, Seamus. I’ll make you come so hard.”