Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Only when Gabriel was fully seated inside of Justin did he give a shaky exhale. Leaning forward, he slowly kissed Justin, teasing his lips, his tongue, until they were both moaning. One of them shifted closer, Justin didn’t have a clue which, but the burning and pain were gone, replaced with intense pleasure.
“Oh fuck, move. Fuck me now,” he said, somewhere between pleading and commanding.
Gabriel retreated until the head of his cock was stretching that tight ring of muscle, and then he slammed home. They groaned, and it was like something snapped. Gabriel fucked in and out of him hard and fast, pounding him into the mattress. Justin pushed his hips up, matching him thrust for thrust. There was only the sound of their slapping bodies, harsh grunts, and broken breathing in the room.
Justin’s orgasm came roaring back, and he knew there was no staving it off this time. Lightning scorched through his body, burning away everything until he was alive with only the feel of Gabriel moving within him. He reached between their bodies and stroked his cock, the hard flesh slick with his own pre-cum and the lube from Gabriel’s hand.
The orgasm ripped a shout from his chest and forced out all the air from his lungs. Nerve endings from his toes to his scalp tingled and zinged with life. Gabriel fucked him hard through the orgasm and then slowed as he came down. Justin blinked, and Gabriel lazily moved inside of him, a smile on his lips.
“Damn,” he whispered, his throat raw from shouting.
“So sexy,” Gabriel said.
“Your turn.”
“I agree.”
Hard hands grasped Justin’s legs, and he was a little surprised when Gabriel lifted him slightly, changing the angle of his entry. By the third thrust, he was shouting again as Gabriel perfectly pegged his prostate, sending delicious spasms of pleasure through his body. His cock jerked, and he felt a smaller orgasm streak through as Gabriel’s hips lost their rhythm and his shouts filled the room.
Releasing Justin’s legs, Gabriel fell forward, catching himself on his forearms while pressing his chest against Justin’s. He panted, trying to draw air into his lungs. Justin wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s sweat-covered body, holding him close while the pleasant orgasmic glow continued to flow through them. Reality could wait.
“Damn,” Gabriel finally whispered, and Justin chuckled. He was pretty sure he’d uttered that more than once during the night because his brain had been stuck on single-syllable words.
“We are good at that,” Justin panted. He felt more than heard Gabriel’s answering laugh.
“Very good.” Gabriel’s voice was seductively low and rough. Justin was beginning to wonder if he could get off on the man’s voice alone. “And you don’t bottom.”
Justin jerked at that surprising statement. At the same time, Gabriel pushed up so he could meet Justin’s gaze, a cryptic smile on his swollen lips.
“Obviously I do,” Justin said. Gabriel’s proclamation seemed ridiculous considering the man’s cock was still wedged deep in his ass.
Gabriel surprised him by dipping his head and swiping his tongue across Justin’s bottom lip and then the top before stealing a long, drugging kiss that had Justin relaxing and eagerly kissing him. When Justin was moaning softly again, Gabriel broke off the kiss and smiled. “You bottom…occasionally…but you are not a bottom.”
Justin stared in confusion at the man, watching as he reached between them and grabbed the end of the condom as he carefully pulled free of Justin’s body. He closed his eyes at the gentle touch of Gabriel’s fingers massaging his sore entrance.
“I say that because I am a bottom, but I’ll top until I’m sure I can trust my partner.”
Gabriel’s low spoken words had Justin’s eyes popping open. He understood that feeling all too well, particularly in their line of work. Trust didn’t come easy at all or even frequently. But he hadn’t thought of it when he’d wrestled with Gabriel. He was all too aware of the man’s caution, of how he’d avoided Justin’s stitches, and how he’d done everything possible to ease his entry. Gabriel had done everything he could to give Justin the most pleasure possible, and not once had he felt threatened.
But in a way, he sensed that this had been a test for Gabriel. To see if he could trust himself with Justin. And judging by the small smile still lingering on his lips as he turned to walk to the en suite bathroom and dispose of the condom, Justin was sure he’d passed.
“And how long has it been since you bottomed?” Justin called over the sound of running water.
Gabriel leaned back so he could see Justin through the open doorway. “I’d wager it’s been about as long as it’s been since you last bottomed.”
A minute later, he returned to the bedroom with a washcloth. He pressed the warm, damp cloth to Justin’s sore ass, and Justin gave a happy little sigh.