Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Bain let him lead the kiss for now but parted his own lips to invite Clive inside. The slide of that sweet tongue into his mouth made Bain groan, and that noise seemed to light a spark in Clive. He reached around to tug the tie out of Bain’s hair, then speared his fingers into it on either side of Bain’s head, holding tight as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues stroked sensually together. Bain was burning up. He tightened his fingers on Clive, pulling him closer.
Clive parted his legs more and nestled his already hard cock against Bain’s. He pulled back briefly and seeing his lips puffy and red along with those glassy, cornflower eyes made Bain’s need turn into something wondrous—like he’d been sucked in by a spell. Clive’s spell.
Clive kissed him again, deeply, a small moan vibrating in his throat. Seemed his little accountant had hidden, passionate depths under all that buttoned-up perfection. He plastered his body against Bain’s, tangling their tongues together. He smelled of his body gel, a warm amber with a hint of vanilla. It went to Bain’s head as he ran his palms up Clive’s back and cupped the nape of his neck with one hand, while holding him as close as possible with his other hand flattened on Clive’s back. Clive began to thrust against him, rubbing, another barely audible moan escaping his mouth.
When Clive pulled back to gasp air into his lungs, his hands immediately went to the buttons of Bain’s shirt. He made quick work of them before spreading the shirt to the sides and running both his gaze and his hands over Bain’s bare chest. “After you fought that wendigo in my house, you were naked. I should have been focused on the horror of something like that coming to kill me, focusing on the fact you have another form, but all I could see was how stunning your body is. You should be naked all the time.”
“That could be arranged.”
Clive paused, still panting, then shook his head. “I take that back. I love the way you dress too much not to see you in clothes.” He grinned. “At least some of the time.”
“I’m happy to indulge either way.” Bain helped him pull the shirt all the way off, then grasped Clive’s shirt at the waist to pull it out of his pants. He tugged it over his head, then couldn’t resist all that smooth skin, pushing Clive back so he could kiss and taste. He started at one shoulder, kissing, licking, before lifting Clive up so he could take one nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue around it before biting down gently.
Clive sucked in a breath, hands tangled in Bain’s hair.
Kissing across to Clive’s other nipple, Bain flicked his tongue across it, then lowered Clive so he could take his mouth again. Their angle grew awkward because Clive seemed determined to rub all that silky bare skin against Bain’s. Bain’s dick throbbed, pre-cum soaking through his underwear at the friction of Clive’s writhing groin pressing hard into his.
He needed to touch Clive everywhere. He traced his fingers down the sinewy muscles of his back, down to cup his ass. A strangled noise sounded in Clive’s throat as his hips picked up the pace, rubbing against Bain hard and fast until Bain couldn’t stand having a barrier between them any longer. He tore his mouth away, reaching up to cup Clive’s face until the man blinked back into awareness, then lifted an eyebrow.
“Open my pants, Clive.”
“Fuck,” Clive bit out as he hurriedly worked Bain’s belt free, then unbuttoned and unzipped him. He clambered off his lap to tug everything all the way off, before tackling his own pants.
Clive climbed into his lap again and Bain ran his hand down Clive’s lean, muscled thighs. The man had a very pretty cock, slim and not long—perfectly proportioned to his frame.
Then all thoughts just tangled in his brain as Clive pressed that hard cock against Bain’s and started that sexy rubbing again. He couldn’t get a hand between them but didn’t care so much because those soft lips were back on his, Clive’s tongue spearing into his mouth.
His heat, his skin…his lovely scent, it enveloped Bain in a spinning vortex, his heart racing hard. He dug his fingers into the meaty cheeks of Clive’s ass just as Clive’s entire body went still and he held his breath. Then he cried out loudly as he shot a line of cum between them. He continued to come, letting out another harsh cry, hot breath wafting into Bain’s mouth. Warm ropes painted Bain’s chest, and it was more than he could take as he watched Clive come completely undone. It was so fucking beautiful. His own orgasm tore through him fast and hard; he sucked in a deep breath that had more of Clive’s air than his own. Unbearable pleasure washed over him, his head rocking back and his eyes closing as it took him over.