Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Reluctantly tearing his mouth from Kairo’s, he pushed enough space between them so he could drop to his knees and worship that dick with his mouth. He ran his tongue across the head before swallowing down as much as he could manage. His jaw ached and drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, but he wanted to feel all that weight on his tongue.
Kairo groaned above his head and tangled his fingers in his hair. He thrust carefully into his mouth, fucking him so slowly. Isidore grabbed Kairo’s ass with both hands, digging his fingers into the cheeks so he couldn’t give in to the temptation to stroke his own cock. The tile was cool and hard under his knees but he barely noticed. Everything felt so good. Sex had never been like this. Wild and frantic. Desperately hungry as they rested on the biting edge of orgasm.
“Fuck, baby,” Kairo moaned. “I want to come down your throat so bad, but I promised to fill your ass.”
Isidore could only whimper around the cock in his mouth. Kairo made him greedy. He wanted all of that. He wanted everything he could get from this man.
Carefully, Kairo slid out from between his swollen lips and pulled him to his feet. They kissed over and over again as Kairo backed him into the full-length mirror on the far wall. The cold glass felt so good on his hot flesh. He shoved both of his hands into Kairo’s damp hair, holding his head trapped while he ate at the other man’s mouth.
Kairo broke off the kiss and grinned broadly at him. “Turn around. I’ll be right back.”
Isidore lifted his brows at him in question but turned as requested. He had not thought about what it would be like to face his reflection while in the throes of such a moment. He’d never seen his gray eyes so black or his face so flushed. His hair was a mess from Kairo’s questing fingers. There were little red marks all over his chest from where he’d rubbed against Kairo or his hands had bitten into him. And he loved all of it. They were marks of need, hunger, and desire. Each one was like Kairo had written his name on his body.
He still wanted more.
Behind him, the sound of rustling had him glancing over his shoulder to see Kairo digging through his toiletry travel bag. He came up with the half-empty bottle of lube they’d acquired in Itea. He couldn’t even be sad that they hadn’t moved it to the bedroom because it meant Kairo was already returning to his side, squeezing the clear liquid onto his fingers.
“Brace your hands on the glass and look at yourself while I stretch your hole,” Kairo commanded.
Heat suffused his cheeks, but he followed his directions to the letter. Part of his mind cringed against the idea of facing himself at such an intimate moment, but any will to resist him was lost under the desperate need to come.
Kairo dropped the bottle of lube on the tile and grabbed one ass cheek, spreading him wider while one slick finger circled his hole. When Kairo pressed inside, Isidore’s mouth fell open and he moaned loudly. The expression on his face was positively wanton. He felt dirty and sexy, and he fucking wanted more. He pushed backward on Kairo’s finger, taking as much as he could get and it wasn’t enough.
“More,” he cried. “I need more. Please.”
Kairo smiled at his reflection as he added a second finger, holding still so Isidore could slowly fuck himself on those digits in his ass. “Look at how sexy you are. So fucking gorgeous and you’re all mine.”
“All of me. I’m yours,” Isidore panted. His arms trembled as Kairo added a third finger. There was a brief bite of pain, but it gave way to pleasure quickly enough. “Enough. I’m ready. Kairo…”
He was already removing his hand and slicking up his cock before he could finish speaking. When the head pressed against his hole, the last bit of conscious thought shut down. There was only feeling. Insanely hot skin and the breath-crushing girth filling him so completely. Kairo pushed inside his body so slowly. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t function. There was only the part of his body that was connected to this man.
As Kairo filled him to the hilt, his arms collapsed and he rested on his forearms, his sweaty forehead pressed to the glass. Each desperate pant fogged up the glass, obscuring his reflection. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t see anything. His brain couldn’t take in any more information. It was overloaded on the pleasure coursing through every centimeter of his frame.
“How’s that feel, baby?” Kairo cooed. He pressed kisses along his shoulder blades, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Amazing.” He sighed. “So fucking amazing. Don’t stop.”