Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 165476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 827(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 827(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
This man had only been in his life for a handful of weeks, yet he felt closer than any other friend or family Ned had. And if Ned ever had doubts about Cole's intentions or where his loyalties lay, the lengths he’d been willing to go to protect Ned from Zeb had dispersed them all.
Cole looked up, his eyes shiny with desire as he moved the piece of metal, shifting it about to stretch the firm muscle. “Yes. I want to see your face when I slide inside you.”
“This feels good. No pain. Can’t believe that’s all it’s taking. M-move it faster?” Ned asked, surprised how the sensation wasn’t simply pain-free. It was pleasant. The skin of his pucker tingled at the gentlest brush of Cole’s fingers, and each thrust of the tiny poker felt like a squeeze to Ned’s balls.
That last request had Cole’s flush descending down his throat, but he complied immediately, leaning back to stare at this most private of places on Ned’s body, his gaze on fire as the little device went in and out, already warm and creating friction against flesh. “I wish I could be with you like this all day.”
Ned’s skin broke out in goosebumps. He wanted this. Wanted to be everything Cole could crave. Wanted to give him pleasure and accept his juices. “We’ll find the time,” Ned said, surprised to find his voice raspy.
Cole kneeled between his legs, his hand moving back and forth to pump the metal toy in and out, but his gaze stayed on Ned’s face as he licked the fingers of his other hand and then used the saliva to dampen his own cockhead. “Tell me when, Neddie. Or would you want to go bigger first?” he asked, nodding at the box.
“Think I’m ready. I just… I want you close.” Ned licked his lips, intoxicated by this new reality.
Ned took a deep breath, smelling the fresh sheets, their sweat and arousal. Cole’s prick looked so delicious with the purple head slick from salty juices, its base a dark brown between Cole’s lighter fingers. Its length and girth complemented Cole’s muscular body, but at this point all Ned could think about was that it would slip inside him easily if Cole poked him dog-fashion, as Scotch had so crudely said. Ned swallowed and turned to his hands and knees, shy about the vulnerability of this position and what it entailed. He exposed himself like a bitch about to be mounted by her favorite stud.
But Cole wouldn’t judge him. He of all people understood how Ned felt, and now that they’d found each other, there was no way he’d let embarrassment or propriety keep them from sampling all the pleasures available to them.
The dilator popped out of Ned’s hole, leaving it cool, but Cole was right there, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive flesh, his gaze seeking Ned’s. “Yes. Just… let’s start like this so I know what I’m doing this time,” he said and gave a short, embarrassed laugh before pressing his face to the small of Ned’s back where his spine curved above the buttocks. He scooped some of the salve again and rubbed it on his cock, straightening behind Ned, about to make him his in every way.
Ned shivered at the gentle touch. He missed the closeness of the earlier position, but he still craned his neck, desperate to see Cole, even though it might ache tomorrow. Cole looked up, his eyes capturing Ned’s as he leaned forward, the heat of his body like a blanket thrown over Ned’s shoulders. Fingers made their way down Ned’s chest and found his cock, fondling it in a rhythm Cole favored. The blunt tip of his prick pressed to Ned’s vulnerable flesh and as Ned gasped, once again wondering it if could really fit in, Cole breached him, capturing his lips in a kiss
They were a very tight fit, but Ned felt discomfort rather than pain this time.
He curled his toes and moaned, surprised by the sensation of being opened so wide. Instead of going soft, his cock only throbbed harder, demanding touch. The mattress under his knees was soft, unlike the hard floor in their tent, and he needn't worry about someone barging in to spoil their time together. They didn’t even have to be completely quiet either, not with the noise downstairs.
“Feels good,” Ned muttered, shutting his eyes as Cole’s prong penetrated him deeper, making its way into flesh that gave way eagerly, as if there had never been any issue with it to begin with. Ned would have laughed at their inexperience if he hadn’t been moaning.
The overwhelming heat making its way deep into Ned’s body clawed at his muscles and sent his head into a spin.
In the mirror, Cole made such a fine figure, a strong man braced behind Ned, with a gaze so intense it made Ned’s body hair catch fire and prickle him all over. But eventually, the tip of his cock dragged over a sensitive place inside Ned, making his legs slide apart.