Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Knight was now sitting with the stripper on the sofa. Both had their eyes closed as they kissed, but his hand already found its way to her breast and was squeezing it in the lusty way Elliot wanted to be held in Knight’s arms.
Elliot’s vision went white with rage, but he was determined this time. On his way, he pulled off his sweater and hung it over the back of the sofa before dropping into the vacant seat on Knight’s side. Infuriatingly enough, Knight didn’t even notice him, too engulfed in eating the girl’s face right next to Elliot.
Enough was fucking enough.
Elliot kneeled in his seat and as soon as Knight came up for breath from the kiss, Elliot pulled on his jaw and turned the handsome, flushed face his way.
Knight’s long hair brushed against the inside of his wrist, and in the sensual light, among the bodies twisting together, their connection was once again painfully obvious. Knight blinked, surprised at the sight of Elliot but he didn’t back away and closed his eyes, pressing their lips together.
Elliot put both hands on Knight’s jaw and kept him in place for a deepening kiss that made Elliot close his eyes.
“Seriously?” the stripper said but Elliot only slid closer, and then into Knight’s lap, pushing her away with his knee.
Hell yes, seriously. Now, fuck off.
Knight groaned, and when both his arms embraced Elliot, it was clear who won the battle over Knight.
The girl didn’t argue and just left them alone with a huff. Elliot didn’t care if she lived or died. All that counted was that his fingers were in Knight’s long hair and that their lips rubbed together so softly and gently his entire body was quivering. Knight hadn’t shaved today. His skin scraped against Elliot’s chin, and it was among the most amazing sensations in the world.
He could hardly remember ever feeling this accepted. Sure, he’d had men lust after him before, since guys were generally horny, but with Knight he felt like he’d found his place. Knight had come to his rescue both when Elliot pleaded for it, and when he hadn’t expected it.
He was The One.
Elliot toyed with the long dark hair and enjoyed the way their tongues fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Sitting in Knight’s lap was turning him on already, and he hoped that they could seal the deal tonight. It could happen however Knight wished. Elliot could ride him, Knight could fuck him doggy style, by the wall, or on the table. Knight could have him however he wanted, whenever, anywhere.
Knight’s hands were big and so easily cupped Elliot’s ass when they rolled lower down his back, triggering an explosion of heat deep within Elliot’s body. Unable to help himself, Elliot rocked his hips, pushing his tongue deeper into Knight’s mouth where it was met with further caresses and gentle sucking. Knight groaned and squeezed Elliot’s ass tightly.
Elliot wouldn’t dare suggest it, but he dreamed to have that handsome face between his legs and sucking him off one day. He was very much a bottom himself, but a big guy sucking his cock was something he’d always enjoyed.
He moaned into Knight’s lips, wanting to shower him with excitement. A sudden nip to his lips had Elliot leaning back, and when he met Knight’s gaze, something inside him flared up. He would do anything Knight wanted. Anything.
Bathed in shadow and red light that also played in Knight’s long hair, Knight looked like a wild man who wouldn’t stop in his pursuit of pleasure, no matter what. Breathless, Elliot just stared back at him, but when Knight’s hands squeezed his ass tighter, and his firm thighs flexed under Elliot, the only option was to hold on.
Knight stood up with Elliot hanging off him, strong enough to carry a man with ease, bold enough to kiss Elliot in public. There was no compromise in Knight’s life, and Elliot wouldn’t compromise either. He would have Knight, and he would become the only person Knight had eyes for.
Tonight, they’d already shared an unspeakable secret. Another one lay low in the basement of this house, and in a sense that one was even better because only the two of them in the whole world knew about it.
His back flared with heat, so they must have approached the blazing fireplace, but then the world flipped and they landed together in a heap of fur throws. It was as if they were all alone, in a cabin in the woods, about to fuck on a bear rug in front of a fire. All that was missing was a saxophone solo.
Fortunately, there was none of that, just some ambient music in the background and the moans of other people.
But the others didn’t exist in Elliot’s world anymore. Knight looked at him from above, and his hair sliding down the muscular arm to brush against Elliot’s cheek was one of the best things that ever happened to anyone. Knight’s eyes, grey as a stormy sky, pinned Elliot to the throws as if Knight were a Viking about to ravage his bride. The scent of burning wood only enforced that fantasy, and Elliot whimpered when his lover stretched and pulled off his top to expose that perfect chest.