Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“So this is where you want me?” August asked, which was sexy as hell.
“Yes.” Clint walked over. He used his teeth to open the condom wrapper, then rolled it down his length. After lubing up his fingers and dick, he peppered kisses along August’s shoulders while he worked one digit inside him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said in unison with August’s, “That feels good.”
Clint took him with one, then two, fucking him and stretching him, opening August’s body for him. Sex was incredible when you thought about it that way—August would let Clint inside him. Clint would welcome August into his body too. Strange how different the thought of that was when it came to his old friend compared to sleeping with other people.
He continued kissing him before adding a third finger.
“God,” August breathed out, hands fisted against the wall. His puffy, hot insides felt perfect around Clint. “I’m ready. Fuck me. I want you.”
Clint couldn’t help smiling into August’s neck. “Well…since I’m so nice and all, I figure I should give you what you want.”
He slicked himself up just a little more, then held the base of his cock, nudging at August’s hole. He slid in slowly, savoring every second. August was so damn hot and tight around him, sucking Clint into him.
“God, I love that…love the first moment a man pushes inside me.”
“Yeah?” Clint asked close to his ear, then nipped at August’s lobe. “You like being all stretched out from my cock?”
“Yes. Hell yes.”
Clint rested his forehead against August’s shoulder, looking down, watching his dick slowly disappear, until his groin met August’s ass and he just had to stop…breathe. “I think I could get used to this,” he said softly.
“Me too.”
He danced his hands up August’s arms, his palms on top of August’s hands, and interlaced their fingers.
And then Clint fucked him. He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward, over and over and over again, the slap of their bodies and their breathing echoing through the room. August’s ass was the tightest fucking glove, squeezing him with each pump. Clint had had a whole lot of sex in his life, but there was something next level about fucking your best friend. It was like all of Clint’s favorite sensations rolled into one, into each drag of his cock.
“I’m not going to last long. I’ll make it up to you next time.” If there was a next time. Would there be a next time? Christ, he’d never obsessed this much about sex with someone in his life.
“I’m almost there. Jerk me off.”
Clint wrapped his arm around August, fisting his cock. He stroked him to the same pace as he fucked into August from behind. “Jesus, I wish you could see this, see how hot it is to watch my cock sink inside you.”
“Me too…fuck, me too. Right there. Faster.”
Clint obeyed, railing into him, taking him fast and hard and…oh fuck. He felt the hot spurt of August’s load on his hand, felt August’s body constrict around him, pulling a load out of Clint’s balls too. He shot into the condom, his dick twitching inside August with each spasm of his hole around Clint’s erection. He worked as much cum out of August’s balls as he could, kept going until he’d drained his own, unable to find words.
All Clint knew was that one time wouldn’t be enough.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
August
August stood there with his back to Clint, ass sore from fucking and cum all over himself, unsure how they had even gotten there. They had been talking, and then Clint had been touching his face and saying August should tell him to stop, but he hadn’t wanted him to stop.
It was a whirlwind after that, and now he was, well, he was shy as hell because this wasn’t something he’d done in a long time. Not since before Lewis.
But this was also Clint…Clint. His Clint, and maybe he shouldn’t see the other man that way, but he did. “So…that happened,” he said, looking around the counter for something to wipe himself. He grabbed the napkin Clint had given him for the doughnut, which sat half eaten beside it.
“Are you okay?” Clint kissed his shoulder again.
Oh yeah. That helped. August turned around. “Yeah, I’m just…”
“Come on. I’ll show you to the bathroom, and you can get cleaned up.” August picked up his clothes, Clint doing the same, and August followed him across the living room toward the hallway. “It’s right here. There are towels and washcloths in the closet. I’m going to go upstairs, and I’ll meet you back down here.”
August nodded, feeling silly for being so…whatever he was being. He didn’t want Clint to think he regretted what they’d done, because he didn’t. He was overwhelmed and a little surprised, though. And sometimes he wasn’t the best with processing unexpected situations right away.