Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Yeah? What am I in for exactly?”
The teasing fell away. Jack swung a knee over and suddenly Simon was looking up into his face as Jack straddled him.
Jack’s eyes were intent on his, then they were kissing. Kissing like the world would end. Jack’s mouth was hot and his hands were everywhere. They’d never been in this position before and it was instantly Simon’s favorite thing. Jack above and around him, the bed below him. There wasn’t a molecule of him unoccupied.
Jack slid a questing hand under his sweater, running fingers along his ribs and around his belly button, then brushing his nipples. Simon slung arms around his neck and chased his mouth when Jack pulled back.
“Simon.”
Simon groaned as Jack touched him, strong fingers stroking his cock through his pants.
“Simon, tell me.”
If Simon could have formed the words, they would have been something like: Jack, I’m so in love with you. I’m so in love with you that when I thought you didn’t want me something inside me died. I want to stay here with you, forever, like this.
Jack got his pants open and Simon tried to wiggle out of them but they got stuck around his thighs. Jack didn’t seem to care, though. He dragged Simon’s underwear down and his first rough stroke to Simon’s cock made Simon gasp. He felt warm and relaxed and so turned on he never wanted it to end.
Jack wasn’t letting him do anything but kiss him and hold on to him.
“Simon,” Jack said hot in his ear, demanding and plaintive. “Simon, tell me you love me.”
Simon gasped as Jack worked him, hard and fast and so damn sweet. He opened his mouth to moan and saw a flicker in Jack’s eyes. Just the tiniest falter, as if he might not be as sure of Simon’s feelings as he pretended.
Simon felt heat gathering in his balls and his guts and he clenched his stomach.
“I love you,” Simon gasped. “I love you, Jack, please, I love you.”
Jack’s expression was so joyful Simon wanted to cry. Instead, Jack twisted his fist and pleasure blasted through Simon. He came hard and hot over Jack’s hand.
Jack groaned and dropped his forehead to Simon’s.
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you, thank god.”
Simon stroked Jack’s back the way Jack had done so many times to him and Jack kissed Simon’s cheek.
“Love you,” he murmured and Simon murmured it back.
“Want you,” Jack said, pressing his hard cock against Simon’s hip.
“I’m yours,” Simon said, and he’d never meant anything more in his life.
Their clothes were gone in seconds and Jack fumbled lube and a condom from the nightstand. Simon still wasn’t quite used to the sensation of fingers breaching him. It took a few moments for his body to adjust. But Jack seemed like he’d happily finger him forever, so Simon enjoyed it.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Jack said. “I love watching your ass take my fingers. Love the way you make that little sound every time I slide inside you.”
Simon’s breath caught as Jack touched him deeper inside.
“Yeah, that one.”
Jack bent and took Simon’s cock in his mouth, cleaning off his come and getting him half hard again in the process. Jack swallowed around him while he stroked over his prostate and Simon was writhing again.
“Yeah, baby, that’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Jack,” Simon moaned. He could never find words when he was in bed with Jack. It was as if his mouth was made only for kissing and sucking and all other communication was in the language of touch.
“I love you, Simon, fuck I love you.”
Jack pushed inside him and they both groaned. Jack looked down at him, hazel eyes heavy-lidded with desire. They breathed each other’s air and Simon smiled. He had never felt closer to anyone.
When Jack started to move, Simon squeezed his eyes shut and hung on, pulling his knees up so that Jack could fuck him deeper, harder. As Jack pulled him down at the shoulders and snapped his hips into him, Simon realized what he’d meant when he’d said he couldn’t wait to fuck Simon after he got his cast off. The position was so intimate, Simon couldn’t help but feel every breath and touch.
Just when Simon thought he couldn’t take any more Jack shifted his hips up and each stroke drove Simon closer and closer to the edge. Jack closed a hand around his cock and Simon exploded, convulsing and babbling nonsense as the pleasure took him apart.
As his head swam, he heard Jack groan, and then he was crushed against Jack’s chest as Jack lost it inside him.
“Fuuuck,” Jack moaned, turning them to their sides as he collapsed so he didn’t crush Simon and burying his face in Simon’s neck.
Simon made a noise he hoped sounded like agreement but he was too fucked out to speak.
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