Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Please,” Harry said again, pulling Adam’s head to his until their foreheads pressed together as he squirmed on Adam’s cock. “Need you. I need you. I missed you.”
Goddammit.
Adam bit at Harry’s slack, panting mouth, and then again and again, until the biting kisses turned into wet, deep ones. Harry was moaning happily into his mouth, and Christ, Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. Adam shoved Harry onto the couch and was on top of him before Harry’s back even hit the couch. He pushed his cock back inside Harry’s slick hole, eliciting a long, blissful moan from Harry. Propping himself on his elbows, Adam gave Harry what he wanted: he took.
Harry went absolutely crazy under him, clawing at Adam’s back, his nails digging into his skin even through Adam’s shirt and legs wrapping around Adam’s hips, urging him on.
Adam didn’t need to be urged on. He had never fucked anyone like this: as if he needed it in his blood, as if he’d die if he didn’t get his cock deep enough into Harry, as if this was what he lived for. They both were moaning, the slick sound of his cock moving in and out of Harry’s hole the only other sound in the room. The sex felt so fucking dirty in the best sense of the word.
Soon, Harry was sobbing, arching under him and mumbling something incoherent—something that didn’t even sound like English.
“English, babe,” Adam said, sucking hungry kisses into Harry’s pale neck as he pounded into him.
“Please come in me,” Harry mumbled, rolling his hips to meet Adam’s thrusts. “Want you to come in me.”
Adam shuddered, the weird request doing things to his primitive side. Fuck. He did want it. He wanted to come inside Harry, fill him up with his come until Harry’s tummy was full of it and Harry continued leaking Adam’s come for hours—
A groan ripped out of his throat as he started to come, staggered by the rush of pleasure. He was shoving deep into Harry with each wave of it, drawing it out into something overwhelming. Harry cried out, arching under Adam and sobbing in relief as he orgasmed, his hole clenching around Adam’s softening cock.
Fuck.
Adam dropped his face beside Harry’s, his limbs weak and his mind blissfully blank.
CHAPTER 28
They lay like that for a long time, sweaty bodies tangled on the couch.
Adam had no idea how much time had passed when he lifted his head and looked down at Harry’s flushed, pleasure-struck face. So damn beautiful. So pretty. Harry.
A persistent thought niggled at the back of his mind, a sense that he had forgotten something, but it hovered on the edges of memory.
Adam frowned, finally remembering the most peculiar thing.
Reaching down, he touched the strange slick on Harry’s inner thighs. It was colorless and scentless, similar to lube, but... Even if Harry had prepared himself before coming here—which was hard to believe—this stuff had leaked out of Harry non-stop. Adam distinctly remembered Harry getting slicker the longer they had fucked, which…shouldn’t have been possible. It shouldn’t have been fucking possible.
His brows furrowed, Adam lifted his eyes to Harry, not sure what to think.
Harry was looking at Adam warily. “I...” he said. “I can explain. I’m going to explain everything I couldn’t explain before. I’ll explain why I left.”
Adam’s lips thinned. He rolled off Harry and sat up. Now that his brain wasn’t fuzzy with desire, he did remember that he was pissed off at Harry. But if Harry was really going to explain everything, he would hear him out.
“Go on,” he said coldly.
“I…” Harry said, wringing his hands before looking down and flushing when he realized that he was naked from the waist down. Harry sat up and tugged his shirt down to cover his crotch. He cleared his throat and looked at Adam apprehensively.
“I’m an alien.”
Christ, what an anticlimax.
Adam gave a harsh laugh. “It’s not funny anymore.” He had thought he was really getting an explanation. So much for that.
Harry frowned. “I’m not trying to be funny. I’m an alien. As in, from another planet. That’s the truth.”
“Right,” Adam said. He couldn’t believe Harry was reducing everything to a joke again instead of giving him an honest answer for once.
“I’m an alien,” Harry insisted, a note of desperation creeping into his voice.
“Okay,” Adam said, tucking himself in and zipping up his trousers. He was so damn sick of this.
“Adam!”
“What?” Adam bit out.
Harry smiled at him shakily. “I’m telling the truth. Look at my mouth. See? This is the proof that I’m telling the truth.”
Adam scoffed. But then he stopped and stared.
Harry’s mouth wasn’t moving. And yet he could hear Harry’s voice perfectly.
“I’m an alien. A telepathic alien,” Harry’s voice said as Harry’s mouth didn’t move an inch. “That’s why I couldn’t stay with you. That’s why I couldn’t tell you much about me. I’ll show you.”