Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“Yeah, Syn. Eat that fuckin’ hole,” Furi panted, lifting and rubbing his ass against Syn’s face. Furi tasted better than the rich dessert they’d just consumed. Full of musk with a hint of his body wash. Syn knew he had to get that tight star to loosen up good so his lover wouldn’t experience much discomfort, the same way Furi did for him. Syn didn’t want to rush this, he had to calm down, they had all night. He slowed his energetic nipping to slow circles around Furi’s pucker before dipping inside for his first deep taste. Furi’s flavor was strongest there and it made Syn feel drunk.
“Furi. You taste so good,” Syn said between licks. He’d reduced Furi to quiet whimpers and shameless motions as he pushed harder against Syn’s face. Syn finally rose up and stretched across Furi’s back and moved all his pretty hair to one side so he could see his face. “I’m going to make love to you, the way you deserve to be made love to. That’s why I wanted to wait. Until you knew for sure that you were special to me and not just a fuck.” Syn kissed the side of Furi’s face and licked at his lips.
“Thank you,” Furi whispered.
Syn wasn’t expecting that response, but it pleased him none-the-less. He’d hoped that Furi appreciated him and everything he did tonight to make this special. Syn really didn’t think he was going to see Furi for a while after he’d blurted out that he loved him. Furi was going through so much and Syn just didn’t want to add any stress. After a few shots with Ronowski, Furi had called but Syn was scared as hell to answer. He didn’t want to hear those dreaded words he was sure was coming: "I think we need to take a break." That’s what men said when things got too heavy too fast. But after he’d gotten Furi’s text confessing he felt the same and that he’d be waiting for Syn on the dock, he couldn’t keep the wide smile from his face; he didn’t even care about Ronowski’s ribbing. As soon as Day got wind of him taking Furi on the riverboat cruise he’d called Syn and told him of his friend’s yacht and that he’d be happy to help him look like a rock star. Damn, becoming part of God and Day’s extended family was the best thing he’d ever done. Until meeting Furi, that was.
Furi let out a strained moan when Syn rubbed his hard shaft in the moist cleft between his cheeks. “Please. Hurry, Syn.”
Syn reached into the drawer by the bed and got the lube that Day confirmed would be there and popped the cap. He drizzled ample enough on his fingers and started to work one finger against Furi’s too-tight bud.
“Oh god, I want in here.” Syn ground his cock against one cheek while slowly working his finger inside.
“Yes. Need you in there,” Furi confessed. “More, baby. I won’t break.”
Syn dug his hand under Furi’s raised hips and massaged his cock while he eased another finger inside. Damn the man was going to squeeze the fuck out of his cock. Syn wasn’t sure he’d survive it, but he was going to damn sure try.
“I’m ready,” Furi huffed. “Now.”
Syn was so gone watching his fingers disappear inside the flushed opening that he quickly lathered more lube on his hand to get his cock nice and slippery. With his hooded eyes leveled on the pulsing hole, he lined his cock up and began to push inside with slow, steady pressure. Remembering exactly how Furi always did it. He got past the first ring of muscle with a pop and both of them let out a startled grunt.
Syn was braced on one forearm while he rubbed Furi’s back with his other hand. Whispering soothingly in his ear, “You feel so good. You’re so beautiful.” He waited for Furi to adjust as he clenched his abs in determination. He wouldn’t move until Furi was ready. Sweat dripped down Syn’s face landing on Furi’s neck. He nuzzled in close to him, wanting more heat, more contact. Although he was inside, he wanted to get even closer.
“Syn,” Furi moaned and pushed his hips up to take in another inch.
Syn groaned and clasped Furi’s hips, pushing forward. “Oh. My. God. It’s so tight, so hot, baby. Fuck.”
“Don’t stop,” Furi ordered.
Syn kept going until his pelvis was flush against Furi’s round ass. He could see Furi twisting and pulling on the sheets, his back rising and falling rapidly. Syn knew any minute the discomfort and burn Furi was feeling would morph into indescribable bliss. Syn pulled out slightly and eased back in just as slowly. Furi moaned and Syn did it again.
“Fuuuuuck,” Furi voiced in a throaty whine, causing Syn’s balls to draw up.