Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“If you insist.” Van winked at him before getting onto the bed. He straddled Shane’s chest, his dick already long, and hard, and leaking. Van held it from the root while Shane opened his mouth and leaned forward slightly, making it easier for Van to give him what they both wanted.
Shane could smell Van’s earthy scent, which got stronger the closer Van got. When he pushed his dick past Shane’s lips, they both moaned in response.
“Fuck yes,” Van said from above him. “I wondered what it would be like to have your mouth.”
Shane wrapped his arms around Van’s ass, squeezed his cheeks, but let Van lead the show. Let Van fuck his mouth—slow and passionate, like he was pacing himself instead of sprinting to finish the race. His hips thrust with measured movements as he angled himself to go down Shane’s throat easily.
“You’re fucking good at this. The gag reflex is nonexistent with this one.”
Shane struggled to hold back his chuckle as he worked Van’s prick, sucked the head, deep-throated him, licked his shaft. Any way he could drive Van crazy, he wanted to.
Shane smiled around his dick when Van’s balls hit his chin. A slow burn of excitement started low in his gut—a fantasy, a desire. He wanted images like this. Wanted to see himself suck Van’s dick—see the passion and raw hunger between the two of them. Wanted to witness the beauty in it from both the outside and by experiencing it.
“I wish you could see how sexy you look,” Van told him, making Shane look up at his eyes.
Van’s dick pulled out of his mouth with a pop. “I was just thinking that,” Shane said before tonguing Van’s sac. “That I want to see it. See us. I think I’ve found a new kink.”
It hadn’t ever been something he considered before—recording himself. Having photographs of himself. But he realized now how hard it got him…how different it made him feel.
“That can be arranged,” Van said as Shane licked his length. “I’m gonna blow soon. You want it in your mouth or on you?”
“In my mouth,” he replied before taking Van deep again—feeling all that steely velvet against his tongue.
Van’s movements got faster, harder, and it wasn’t long before he groaned and shot—two hot, thick spurts of come on Shane’s tongue. He swallowed them down, licking Van clean. Took Van’s weight as he slid down Shane’s body and lay on his chest.
“Jesus…it hasn’t been like that for me in a while.”
They were a match, sexually, because it had never felt like that for Shane either. Yeah, he fucking loved sex and got off, but there was an intenseness with Van, like there was a whole other level he hadn’t explored before. Maybe it was because of the photos, or their past. He didn’t know the reason but he knew it was there.
“Yeah, me either. Guess us small-town boys know what we’re doing.”
“Yeah, we do,” Van replied. Shane hadn’t been talking about Van. He might be from Last Chance, but he was so far removed from that town that it didn’t feel like it.
“Do you want me to delete the photos?” Van asked, before Shane felt a hot tongue against his collarbone.
“No.”
“Thank God. I’ll get them on my computer and we’ll go through them tomorrow night, if you want.”
“I don’t know if I want to see them,” he chuckled.
“You do. I’m fucking telling you, you do. Trust me. I’m a professional.” Van sat up, straddling Shane’s waist and winked at him.
“You’re a cocky motherfucker is what you are.”
“So? And can you blame me?” Van grabbed his dick and Shane laughed, rolling his eyes. Man, he enjoyed spending time with Van. Felt a closeness he’d never felt with anyone. Caleb being the closest but even that hadn’t been on the same level. “I should go.” Van fingered a lock of Shane’s hair. It felt…intimate in ways he wasn’t sure it should. “I want you to be able to get some sleep and I’m going to have to fight with my mother in the morning. Plus, I really want to play around with your photos.”
Shane nodded and Van climbed off him. While Van dressed, Shane pulled on a pair of trunks. They walked into the other room where Van grabbed his glass Shane had given him. “Thank you for this.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Not true. Art is always something. It’s too personal for it not to be.”
He liked that. He never let himself think about it in those terms before. “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right.” Van paused and then added, “I like you, Shane.”
Shane’s pulse stumbled at that. He sure as shit hadn’t expected Van to say those words to him. “I like you too.” They sounded like they were in middle school, but Shane was okay with that. It wouldn’t—couldn’t—go anywhere. Their lives were too different and they lived too far apart and they didn’t know each other well enough for him to even think about that, but he liked Van.