Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
And Shane did, with humbling tenderness and care. Even his tongue was deliberate, each sweep seemingly calculated to drive Brandt out of his head, reduce him to nothing other than this aching need. His body surged, arching up against Shane, who was right there, pressing him back down. Felt so good that he had do it again, more purposefully this time, rocking against Shane simply to feel that solid weight against him. It was a rush, like the heady yet reassuring sensation every jump when the parachute deployed and yanked him back. Felt like an unspoken conversation. Yes. Yes, I’ve got you. Yes, it’s safe to let go and enjoy the ride. I’ve got you.
Shane ground down hard enough to have Brandt groaning before pulling back slightly. “Is this—”
“Good. So good,” Brandt answered before Shane could get the question out, shifting his legs so that their cocks more directly aligned. That got a soft moan from Shane, too.
“Yeah it is.” Good. Brandt didn’t want to be the only one unraveling here, and Shane getting more into the grinding while kissing thing was next level good, the way their bodies learned to move together as they kissed and kissed.
Breathing hard, Shane skated his lips across Brandt’s jaw, lighting up nerve endings until his tongue teased Brandt’s earlobe. And that was electric enough to have him shivering, but nothing compared to the way Shane’s mouth on his neck produced full body shudders.
“Fuck. Do that again.” He tilted his head to expose more of his neck for Shane.
“Don’t wanna leave a mark—”
Brandt made a frustrated sound. “Fuck that noise. My hair can cover. Mark away.”
“Yeah?” Shane raked his teeth against Brandt’s skin, a slow torture followed by the heat of his mouth. He repeated the gesture, firmer now, openmouthed kiss that sent shockwaves down Brandt’s torso and made his cock throb. “You like that? Me biting you?”
“Uh huh. And how.” Brandt leaned even more into the contact, shameless preening to get more of that delicious attention. It was entirely possible he might get off from simply Shane’s mouth on his neck and his denim-covered cock rocking against Brandt’s. And then Shane went and upped the ante, big hand sliding up Brandt’s side, thumb scraping against his nipple.
“And this?” Shane’s voice was all husky now. Intimate. His voice was always sexy, but Brandt wanted to hear him like this always, like each word was for Brandt and Brandt alone.
“Gonna kill me.” He wasn’t lying. Either he was going to come gangbusters or he was going to die right here on this couch, but man, what a way to go. He wasn’t complaining.
“Good. ’Cause you’re killing me too.” Shane smirked down at him an instant before his mouth reclaimed Brandt’s and drove the last of the sense from his brain.
“Fuck yeah.” Shifting again, he opened his legs more, hooking the outside one around Shane, pulling him even closer, more friction, more weight, more of this pressure so good he almost couldn’t stand it. Shane must have felt similar because he moaned and the motion of his hips sped up.
“Damn. The way you amp me up. It’s been a minute...”
“Yeah. Me too.” He didn’t care if Shane didn’t believe him. It had. Longer than that since he’d felt this out of control, this needy, and yet this free to let go. He used his leg and hands to urge Shane faster and harder.
“Oh, hell. That’s...”
“Right.” And it was. So right. So perfect. Every kiss, every thrust of Shane against him. Then Shane shifted, more pressure against Brandt’s aching cock, and perfect redefined itself again. “Move like that again.”
Shane groaned, low and lusty. “If I keep this up, I’m gonna...”
Oh yeah. No better feeling than knowing Shane was as kiss-drunk as him and maybe even more on edge. “Do it.”
“Yeah?” Shane nibbled Brandt’s neck again, seemingly determined to take Brandt with him. The cotton of his shirt dragged against Brandt’s bare torso, making him shudder.
Brandt stretched, getting Shane’s mouth on the sensitive spot where his neck and shoulder met. “Want it. You so riled up...love it.”
“Mmm. Sure as fuck am worked up.” Shane punctuated his words with a hard suck against Brandt’s super-heated skin. He’d wear his hair down for a week if it meant more of the delicious contrast of Shane’s hot, soft mouth and his raspy stubble.
“Fuck. Do that again and you’re gonna take me with you.”
“Yeah I am.” Moving faster now, Shane captured his mouth for a kiss that was so all-consuming, Brandt almost levitated, back bowing, but Shane was right there, holding him down, grounding him even as Brandt’s body readied for flight.
“Shane. Fuck. Shane,” he mumbled between kisses that were increasingly artless.
“Yeah. Come on. Come on.” Eyes closed, Shane sounded like he was praying. And Brandt had already been right there, but the pleading did it, hearing Shane so close to coming apart.