Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 147789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Seconds later, Kreed had Aaron by the hand, dragging him off the dancefloor and down the dark hallway of the club. In the background, the odor of stale smoke, booze, and arousal hung heavily in the dark corridor.
“You get me so fucking hard.” Kreed shoved him against the wall, buried his face in Aaron’s neck, and sucked at his skin. A hard powerful body anchored him to the chipping plaster, strength and muscle held him in place. The way Kreed pinned him didn’t give him any choice but to submit to Kreed’s demands. The deputy’s mouth brushed against his neck, alternating between sweet kisses and heated licks. Aaron’s dick jerked at the sting of Kreed’s teeth sinking into his flesh. Oh, fucking hell!
“Sin…” Aaron dropped his head against the wall, giving Kreed full access to his neck, and dug his fingers into that firm ass. Kreed pushed a knee between his thighs, and he widened his stance. Eager hands skimmed his sides then gripped his cock roughly through his pants. Fingers pressed against his dick then slid to his hip and around to cup his ass.
Aaron smiled into Kreed’s hair when the deputy tensed the moment his hands finally discovered Aaron hadn’t worn any underwear.
“You fucker,” Kreed said against his neck. Aaron chuckled and nuzzled in closer. Kreed’s scent engulfed him, made him shudder and go weak in the knees. The smell of leather, cinnamon, and cloves permeated the air around him. Kreed kept him on his feet with that big muscular body anchoring him to the wall.
“Thought you might like it.” Aaron pressed his groin into Kreed’s hand and twisted his hips, searching for more friction. Anyone could walk down the hall and see them, but he didn’t give a fuck. It only added to the intensity of the moment. Kreed pressed a palm hard against him and Aaron’s hips arched into the touch on their own accord.
“You have no idea.”
Kreed’s low, husky voice caressed his skin. The pressure of Kreed’s palm grew stronger, his strokes steadily rougher. Electricity rushed through his veins and charged through his groin. He tipped his head back and looked into Kreed’s dark eyes.
“Make me come, Sin.” He ground his hips against Kreed’s palm as Kreed’s mouth once again devoured his.
“Fuck yeah, sweetheart.” Kreed’s lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. Aaron heard the distinct hiss of a zipper, but it wasn’t his. He ran his hands down Kreed’s body, smiling when he realized where this was headed.
Impatient fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants, so Aaron pressed against his lover’s hand, hoping that would help Kreed get them undone faster. Aaron pushed his hand inside Kreed’s underwear, palming Kreed’s erection and squeezed before drawing his hand up and down its length, making Kreed groan.
Kreed worked his pants down his hips just enough to gain the access he wanted.
Cool air hit his dick right before warm rough fingers wrapped around him. His hips immediately thrust forward, driving his cock deeper into Kreed’s tightened fist.
“Mmm…you’re leaking. So fucking hot.” Kreed’s thumb slid over his cockhead and spread the pre-come across the crown, his finger dipping into the slit with every pass. Hot need coursed through Aaron’s veins as they stroked each other in the corner of a darkened hallway.
Kreed let go of him, spit in his hand, then angled his hips. Their cocks rubbed together as Kreed took them both in hand and began to stroke. The friction of Kreed’s cock and fist sliding against him sent a “hello” and “hell yeah” straight to his balls.
Kreed greedily took his mouth again, tongue sliding against tongue, lips pressing against lips, as he rocked into Kreed’s fist. The sweet constant pressure on his dick had his hips stuttering, searching for the right rhythm. He held Kreed’s head in his hands, his fingers lost in his hair as he desperately tried to draw the man closer. Kreed’s tongue dipped in and out of his mouth in time with the delicious strokes on his cock.
“Looking for a third? I’ll suck both your cocks.”
Aaron’s eyes flew open. He’d been so into the hand job that he’d forgotten about being in the hallway of a gay club. He had no idea how long the guy had been standing there, stroking his own cock and leering at them. Kreed pressed a kiss to the side of Aaron’s mouth, using his body to shield the continuing motion of his hand.
“You need to keep moving. We’re not interested. You hear me?” Kreed’s voice took on a deep growl as he spoke against Aaron’s lips, never turning to look at the guy or slowing the strokes of his fist.
“Loud and clear. You didn’t have to go all caveman,” the guy said and continued to stroke himself as he walked away.
“Mmm…staking your claim, Deputy Marshal?” Aaron’s body tightened at how possessively Kreed’s body molded around him. Surprised at how turned on he’d become at the thought of the deputy going all caveman on him. But that kind of taking would have to wait till they got home. Aaron slid a hand between their bodies to join Kreed’s, whose lips pressed against his ear.
“I’m fucking you when we get home. Claiming what’s mine.” Kreed’s growled words sped up Aaron’s hips and drew up his balls. The fire started at the base of his spine and flamed up, sending liquid heat coursing through his veins.
“Yesss…Sin.” His orgasm engulfed him so quickly he almost doubled over from the force of his release. Kreed sank his teeth into Aaron’s neck as they both came, hot come mixing on their slowing fists. Kreed pressed his forehead against Aaron’s as their ragged breathing calmed.
“You having any regrets over getting a hand job in a gay club?”
“No fucking way. Not even a little. That was hot as hell. I do have one problem, though. My hand is covered in spunk.” Aaron lifted his hand, not really sure what he should do with it.
Kreed turned to look at his hand and laughed. “Yeah, it was hot. But nothing compared to what I’ve got planned for you at home, church boy. Good thing the bathroom is around the corner. Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and go home.” Kreed kissed his forehead, then his nose, before capturing his mouth in a slow, sweet kiss.