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)
For endless heartbeats, Cole stared back at him while their mouths remained locked in a slow kiss, but then Ned took the plunge, following pure instinct. He rocked his painfully erect cock against Cole, both ashamed and exhilarated by how good it felt. There were no explanations to be made. He acted on his basest urges, and those told him to rut with this man until they were both panting and sweaty.
He remembered the look on Cole’s flushed face after he’d attempted to suck venom out of Ned’s thigh. The unfocused expression Cole had for him that time took on another meaning. Back then, he’d invited Ned for more. He’d been asking a question.
Never in his life had Ned been this aroused. Sometimes, even relieving the pressure in his balls felt like a chore. He didn’t have the fantasy of a perfect woman to stir his juices, and didn’t care to seek out dirty pictures. Now? If Cole allowed him to keep humping, he’d shoot his spunk so hard it would soak through both their clothes, and onto the tawny skin.
He let out a strangled grunt when Cole pushed his hand between their bodies and shoved it under Ned’s pants, into a gap between the buttons of his union suit. His fingers were like sun rays in the morning. So hot, even if too harsh, they felt so perfect Ned couldn’t help the trembles shaking his body.
“Touch me,” Cole whispered, lapping at Ned’s ear with his clever tongue before sliding it back into Ned’s mouth, all warm and sweeter than honey.
For years, Ned had believed himself blind and deaf to physical desire, his needs dead when faced with the prettiest of ladies, but Cole woke every inch of his skin and set it on fire, wreaking havoc in Ned’s insides by sliding his fingers down his prong.
He scrambled to follow the quiet request and pressed Cole against the wall, greedy for more. More. More! He didn’t know when he’d started thrusting into the warm hand, but when he found Cole’s dick hard as a rock, sheer willpower kept him from going off on the spot.
“Oh shit,” Cole whimpered, leaning into the touch. His cock was so smooth yet also solid as it moved in Ned’s grip. It covered his palm in slick dampness, dragging through it over and over as they rocked their hips in hurried, desperate need. Cole pushed back, and this time it was Ned who hit the wall, his lips ravished by hungry teeth, which dragged over his tongue as if Cole wanted to feast on his flesh.
Ned wasn’t about to analyze why a strong fist around his cock was driving him insane. All he knew was that he needed this to go on until he drained his balls. Fast. Hard. Intense.
He realized a stitch on his face must have ripped when blood trickled to his lips, but he wouldn’t stop Cole from kissing him if he’d heard a rattle snake at their feet. This need was so fresh he didn’t even care to ponder what it meant. Cole’s hard flesh, the dark hair on his body, his roguish smile were all he could think about. Was everything allowed now? Could he lick Cole’s stubble? Squeeze his arms? Smell his hair?
He wanted to lie on top of him and rub until their scents were no longer distinguishable.
Cole thrust against him faster, his prick rubbing Ned’s palm raw. “Oh, Neddie,” he whispered in between kisses.
His name sounded foreign between their lips. Sweet and affectionate. When Cole had called him that before, Ned thought it was just teasing the greenhorn, but the desperation behind his voice shot to Ned’s balls, squeezing them without touch.
All it took for him to come was imagining Cole’s prick sawing between his fingers.
Release came upon him like a storm, both painful and oh-so-necessary. Like putting a half-frozen limb into hot water. He grunted into Cole’s lips, only to be pushed back against the wall with the force a woman couldn’t have.
Cole uttered a shaky breath and shuddered, wiping Ned’s cum on his stomach. He pressed closer, rolling against Ned a few frantic times. And then, heat shot out of his cock in spurts that drizzled under Ned’s shirt cuff and covered his whole hand as Cole dragged his prick through it a few final times.
They froze, limp against one another while heat dispersed, replaced by a lazy sensation in their muscles. Ned had been drunk before but now felt as if he’d never get sober. He’d drank a whole bottle of Cole Flores and still wanted more.
With a deep sigh, he nuzzled the healthy side of his face against Cole’s scratchy cheek. Stubble. He was aroused by stubble. How ridiculous. How wonderful. He took his hand off Cole’s cock reluctantly, but it still throbbed with the heat of their rutting when he rubbed the cream off on his own undershirt.