Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Trig grinned. “Is that so?” he asked and pushed his face under El’s jaw, lapping at it as if he were about to feast on El’s blood.
El let out a little whine when the caress made his toes curl, and squeezed Trig’s pecs with fresh lust pumping in his veins. They’d probably need to take a whole week off to calm their libidos, but he could think about that later.
“I’m such a dumb fuck. I was getting all that mediocre dick when I could have been feasting on this…” He ran his fingers between Trig’s legs and squeezed his warm bulge. The rigid length pulsed under the denim, and when he applied more pressure, Trig’s teeth pulled over the vulnerable neck. It hurt but also made him arch against his lover’s muscular bulk, driven by the same passion that had connected them so many years back.
His T-shirt was too hot, and he fumbled with it, desperate to remove the annoying piece of clothing, but for Trig it was an opportunity to feast, and he pushed his head under the fabric, marking each of El’s ribs with a kiss.
“Any of them ever leave his cum in you?” he whispered, rolling his teeth over flesh.
El stroked Trig’s head through the fabric, overcome by the flames licking at his skin. “No. I never trusted anyone enough.”
Trig’s hands trembled as they explored El’s body. He chewed on his lip, darkening on the cheeks, as if El’s confession made his lust burn even hotter. “I already did it tonight. Do you want more?” he whispered with a wolfish smile and helped El with the top.
El nodded, arching under him when he could no longer stand that large plains of their skin remained apart. He couldn’t allow himself such vulnerability with anyone else. To Trig, he wasn’t a useful piece of trash, but a gem found in the rubble. Something special. Unique. “I want all of you. I need us to make up for all the years we’ve lost,” he said and opened Trig’s belt, hungry for more skin, more touch, more everything. The click of the metal sent a shiver down his spine, straight to his hole, which already itched for more of Trig’s cum. For now, El needed to feel the hard cock in his hand and reached into the heat of the open jeans.
Trig’s eyes fluttered shut when El palmed his dick through underwear. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“I’ve been such a piece of shit to you, but you deserve to be rewarded for all that patience.” El used to love every inch of that tool and couldn’t wait to learn it by heart once more.
He kissed Trig on the lips before pulling the hard cock out with a decisive move, already itching for its pleasant, musky taste.
“Rewarded?” Trig teased but didn’t protest when El playfully pushed him off. Rolling to his back, he made quick work of shoving off his remaining clothes, and his curved erection bobbed before resting on his trim stomach.
“I mean… the pleasure will be all mine anyway.” El grinned, sliding between the firm legs. He shivered when his own cock slid against the mattress, but he wanted to focus on his man first, increasingly comfortable with this new reality he would have called a pipe dream only a day ago.
El slid to the floor and put all his strength into pulling Trig closer by tugging on his knees. Trig was a big chunk of man, but El was no weakling either, and he laughed at the surprise painted across Trig’s face.
“You thought you’re the only one who grew up?” he asked and kneeled by the bed, ready to get another taste of Trig’s essence.
The roguish smile splitting his lover’s face was all the encouragement El needed as he dove in, pushing his face between the spread thighs and burying his nose in the warm sac.
Thick fingers moved across El’s scalp and played with his hair as he opened his mouth and sampled the loose skin. It tasted of masculinity, and desire, and made El’s head spin as he opened his mouth wide, sucking on the delicate flesh hiding Trig’s nuts.
“I love this…” El muttered between one lick and another. He was getting so excited his own pants felt too constricting, but he was too eager to rub Trig’s hairy thighs to take his hands away.
Trig propped himself up with one elbow and curled his fingers around his dick, giving it a gentle tug. Watching it made the flesh in El’s mouth pulse. It was a glorious sensation that sparked fireworks inside El’s skull and made his own junk throb with need.
“You’re the hottest cocksucker I’ve ever seen,” Trig said, tickling El’s ear with his thumb.
El winked at him with glee and moved up, closing his hungry lips over the tip he’d recalled in his dreams so many times. He teased the underside of the cockhead and tightened his lips around the rim, breathlessly recalling the first time he’d sucked it so many years ago. This was the very first prick he’d tasted, and it was attached to the best guy he knew.