Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Just us.
I breathed him in, trying to memorize his taste, the way his tongue danced against mine. The ghost of the champagne we drank warmed my muscles and helped me relax even more, letting Gabriel guide me so that I was lying down, lips still locked, Gabriel’s heavy body weight coming down onto me. His legs went between mine and opened them, his hand still cupping the back of my neck as our kiss grew, the flame fed by the mutual throbs between our legs.
I was already rock hard, and Gabriel wasn’t shy about letting me know he was too. But there was a pause in our dance, a brief intermission as Gabriel broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes, searching for something.
“You’re okay with this, right?” he asked.
I licked my lips and rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him. “I’m very okay with this. It’s exactly what I need.”
You’re exactly what I need. The thought rooted itself inside me, right next to the burning desire that made its home inside my core. I’d figure it out later. There were other things I wanted to focus on for the moment.
“Are you?” I asked, my hands rubbing underneath Gabe’s tank top, feeling the strong muscles that twitched with every movement.
“I am, yes.” He came down again, crashing his lips with mine. The swell of passion swept me up and pulled me offshore. My hands gripped Gabriel’s strong shoulders, his weight feeling like the most comforting thing in the world. I felt safe with his arms encasing me, his heart beating only inches from mine.
I rutted against him, the pressure inside my balls building. “These clothes need to come off,” I said through a breathy moan. “I need to feel your big cock against mine. Fuck, Gabe. I need to feel it inside me.”
Gabriel’s blue eyes swirled with a solar kind of heat, warming those waters and inviting me to dive in headfirst.
And that’s exactly what I intended to do.
20
GABRIEL FERNANDEZ
Tristan’s words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. I gazed into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. He’d been through so much today. I would have been completely fine calling it a night and cuddling with him, but I certainly wasn’t complaining about this, either. His sultry and smoldering gaze met mine, unwavering and filled with an intensity that made my breath hitch for a moment. “Are you sure, Trist?” I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper.
Tristan’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “Yes, Gabe. I’m sure. I want this… I want you.”
With a nod of agreement, I pulled away just enough to remove my tank top, revealing my chiseled chest and abs. I watched as Tristan’s eyes widened, taking in every detail of my body. His reaction to me made my pulse quicken, and I could feel my own arousal pressing against the fabric of my shorts, leaking enough to create a dark spot.
“You’re… incredible,” Tristan whispered, his voice filled with awe.
My body warmed at his words, but I didn’t want to be the only one exposed. “Your turn,” I encouraged him, my voice soft but insistent, my gaze dropping down to the boxers that could barely contain his erection.
Raising his hips, Tristan slid his boxers off, revealing his own lithe and toned body. Our eyes locked, and I could see the desire and vulnerability in his gaze. I knew I needed to be careful, but I also knew that we both craved the intimacy and connection that came with being so close to one another. We had set up boundaries before, but they were all meaningless now. I wanted to barrel through any kind of wall or defense we had in place, reaching the center of Tristan and making him mine.
Only mine.
I pressed my needy body against his, making our cocks brush against each other. Tristan’s breath hitched, and I could see a flash of fear in his eyes. I paused, cupping his face gently in my hands. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I reassured him. “Just say the word, and we’ll stop. We can keep things chill tonight.”
Tristan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. When he opened them again, the fear had been replaced with a fiery heat. Or maybe there was never fear there in the first place. “I trust you, Gabe,” he murmured. “I want this. With you. Fuck being chill. I want you to wreck me. Make me shout your name while you fuck my brains out.”
His words were the equivalent of dumping a bucket of pure gasoline onto an already roaring bonfire.
Our mouths met in a passionate kiss, and any lingering doubts were swept away in the heat of the moment. The sensation of skin on skin was electrifying, and I could feel every inch of him reacting to my touch. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, tracing every curve and muscle, as if we were trying to memorize every detail.