Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Marcus’s voice was little more than a growl when he said, “Anything you want, my heart. Anything for you.” A hand closed around Ethan’s cock, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting upward into it. “Lie back.”
Ethan wanted to remind him that they didn’t have any lube in the music room. They needed to move to the bedroom, but Marcus had shoved his fingers into the waistband of his pants and was pulling, teasing him with the tiniest of touches along his bare cock. Fuck lube. He didn’t know what Marcus had in mind, but he didn’t want Marcus to stop touching him.
The piano was cool against his feverish skin, but he was only vaguely aware of it as Marcus finished removing his pants and tossed them aside. Grabbing him behind his knees, Marcus pushed his legs against his chest while still spreading him wide. He was completely on display before his lover and it felt fucking amazing.
“So sexy. And all mine,” Marcus said in a low voice.
“Just yours,” Ethan said. His voice sounded drunk, but he didn’t care.
Marcus leaned down and ran the flat of his tongue along Ethan’s cock. Ethan slapped his hands down on the top of the piano, stretching to grab the edges while arching his back, thrusting his dick toward Marcus as best as he could. Nerve endings sparked and sizzled with each touch of his tongue, licking and swirling around the head.
After what felt like an eternity, Marcus finally took him completely into his mouth, sucking him hard. Nonsense noises poured from Ethan. He wasn’t sure what he was saying, just knew that he was begging. Begging for more, harder, faster. It was paradise and he didn’t want it to ever end.
Marcus worked his cock, taking him straight to the edge and then backing off again. This happened again and again until Ethan could barely catch his breath. Marcus let his dick fall from his mouth to slap wetly against his stomach. “Grab your knees for me.”
Ethan slid his hands under his knees and held them to his chest. Anything if it meant Marcus would return to his dick. But Marcus dug his fingers into the cheeks of his ass, spreading them. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat for a second. Marcus wasn’t going to…
A long, wet tongue swiped slowly across his hole and Ethan howled. No one had ever rimmed him. He’d heard how amazing it could be, watched it plenty of times on porn, but never dreamed he’d be lucky enough to find someone willing. Oh, fuck. He was going to totally lose it before Marcus got inside of him. Marcus slowly licked and sucked on his opening, loosening him until Marcus could poke his tongue inside.
Ethan tried to press against Marcus’s wonderful mouth, but he was afraid to move. Couldn’t move. He needed to grab his cock to keep from coming, but he couldn’t let go of his legs.
“Marcus!” Ethan cried out in frustration. “I’m gonna come. Need to come.” He wasn’t making sense.
“Yes, my heart.” Marcus surprised him by thrusting two fingers inside of him while wrapping his other hand around his dick. He stroked him a couple of times before curling his fingers, expertly applying pressure to his prostate. Ethan’s orgasm hit hard, and he shouted, spilling himself across his stomach, chest, and Marcus’s hand.
Ethan lay on the piano, trying to get his breathing back under control and his scattered thoughts pulled together. Marcus had such skill at driving him to new heights, each orgasm feeling better than the last. But then, when he said that he belonged to Marcus, he meant it, body and soul. No one knew him better.
He was snapped from his errant thoughts when he felt Marcus’s tongue sweep across his too-sensitive dick. He lurched into a partially upright position, cursing softly. From there, he could see Marcus slowly lapping up the cum that streaked across his groin and stomach. When Marcus lifted his eyes to him, there was that faint glow; Ethan could never quite determine if it was a trick of the light or a trait of being a vampire. Either way, it was sexy as hell.
“I wanted to do a taste comparison,” Marcus murmured. “I was wondering if you’d taste different when you’re reborn.”
Ethan gave a breathy chuckle as Marcus’s tongue slid along his flesh again. “Sounds like a very important experiment to me.”
Marcus continued until he was completely clean, and then he tossed Ethan over his shoulder. There wasn’t a huge height difference between them, but Marcus had a way of making him feel as light as a rag doll. Considering they were headed straight for the bedroom, Ethan didn’t mind.
The blankets and pillows on the bed softened his drop. Ethan immediately positioned himself in the middle of the bed, watching as Marcus dug the bottle of lube from the nightstand before he tore off his own sleep pants and T-shirt. Just the sight of Marcus’s beautiful muscles stretching and moving under all that wonderfully soft skin had his dick trying to spring to life again.