Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 101335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Oh god, you’re tight.” Jace adjusted his position on his knees, gripped his hands on the back of Colt’s thighs and began moving faster. Overwhelming emotion flooded Colt’s heart as he watched the gorgeous Jace above him.
“God, you’re hot,” Colt groaned the words as Jace pistoned his hips, hitting Colt’s spot over and over. Every single thrust sent electricity coursing through his body, robbing him of his sanity. Jace managed to grab his bobbing cock and stroke in rhythm to his hips. How did he do that?
“I can’t hold back. Not now. You feel so fucking good,” Jace said, biting his bottom lip, pumping harder into Colt’s body. He was stunning to watch. Jace still held a leg locked against his chest, his muscles tensed and rippled with each thrust and the look on Jace’s face proved he enjoyed every single second of his assault. Somehow watching Jace’s delight made the entire experience more intense.
“Why hold back?” Colt encouraged and tore his leg free of Jace’s hold, grinding his heels into the mattress. He kept a steady rhythm going as he bucked his hips, matching Jace move for move. Jace’s eyes were shut, his breath coming in pants. Concentration was now the most dominant feature on his face. God, his Jace was unbelievably sexy as sweat trickled down the side of his face.
“Because, I don’t want it to end… I wanna fuck you all night, Colton,” Jace gasped, fisting the silk sheet as he thrust harder. The tendons in Jace’s neck bulged under his restraint.
Colt changed their position, wrapping his legs around Jace, toppling him down across his chest, and pulled his lover to his mouth. Jace’s lips parted for Colt. His tongue was met with a wet velvet stroke that quickly became an erotic dance of lips, teeth, and tongue. He was so close. They were both close.
“I love you,” Colt said, wrenching his mouth from Jace. His body was on fire. Liquid heat flooded his balls, the pressure growing in his spine as Jace continued to nudge against his prostate, sending him into oblivion. Sweat rolled down his torso his breathing became erratic, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest. Though Jace was wrapped solidly in his arms and legs, he somehow managed to pound him harder. This moment was perfection.
“Baby, now, come for me now,” Colt begged, dropping his head back. He wanted to feel Jace lose control; he needed Jace to claim him, mark him as his. Colt’s balls tightened at the thought. The need to come grew, and he flexed his ass and felt Jace’s thrust falter.
“Ah, oh, God, yes!” Pushing deeper, Jace came with a yell.
“That’s it, baby, make me yours,” Colton growled and tilted his hips up so he could feel every delicious spasm of Jace’s thick cock filling his ass. He squeezed his eyes shut and ground himself against Jace. He let go of his pleasure in wave after wave of sweet surrender, shooting milky ribbons in thick spurts across his chest and stomach. When Jace finally collapsed on top of him, Colt wrapped him tightly in his arms and held them there together.
Chapter 25
“I love you,” Jace gasped, trying to suck air into his searing lungs. After several minutes, Jace pulled from Colt’s embrace and rolled to the side of the bed, still trying to catch his breath. It took a second more for him to slide the condom off his sated cock. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” Jace said, turning his head to give Colt a kiss on the shoulder. Colt lay there, catching his breath, and smiled at Jace’s words.
“I know I won’t ever have my fill of you.” Colt reached for Jace, but got denied. Jace rolled from bed, reaching for the condom and the wrapper, before heading to the bathroom. Colt only chuckled at his move.
“I knew you would do that, my sexy clean freak. Regardless of you winning the race, you’d never wait for me to do it. When I’d dream of us being together, you always got up to clean us like you did before,” Colt said to Jace’s retreating back.
“Mmmmm… You remembered and dreamed of that, did you?” Jace disposed of the condom and grabbed a towel, wetting the end before heading back to Colt. His heart nearly stopped at the sight greeting him. He just couldn’t get over how beautiful Colt looked lying in his bed. After they made love, Colt’s cheeks and body flushed, somehow making him even better looking. On a quick silent prayer of thanks, Jace turned off the overhead light and flipped on the only lamp in the room before crawling back into bed. He scrubbed the towel over Colt’s stomach before curling in around him. “That was pretty good.”
“Better than I remember. I wish we could stay right here forever and never leave this house,” Colt whispered, lightly running his fingers through Jace’s long hair.
“It’s good for my heart to hear you say those things,” Jace said and buried his head in Colt’s neck, kissing him.
Colt lifted and pulled the bedspread up, covering them as Jace tucked himself back against Colt.
Colt ran his fingers up and down Jace’s back, something Colt did every night. The tender, sweet move usually lulled Jace to sleep. He was beginning to understand these caresses weren’t reassurance to Jace, but instead to Colt. Touching Jace seemed to calm him, and Jace gave a sleepy grin at the thought of all these touches coming his way over the next few years.
“I missed this,” Colt muttered and pulled him closer. Colt lay on his back, pillows tucked under his head. Jace lay sprawled across him, wrapped tightly in his arms. They were in the early morning hours. Jace had drug their sex out longer than he even realized. Both should be fast asleep by now, but like what had become their new normal, neither seemed to want the minutes apart that sleep brought.
“Missed what?” Jace asked, a yawn forming. He was a drowning man. Not too much more time would pass, before he’d be back to a man who seemed to live, eat, and breathe Colt Michaels. Jace was even now forgetting why he considered that a cautious thing, and his heart lurched at the protectionary thought his mind tried to insert into his musings.