Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Give me more, Dylan… Need to feel you stretching my ass,” Tristan begged. Dylan’s cock leaked pre-come freely now as his balls drew up tightly against his body. He could come from just watching Tristan’s ass take his fingers.
With Tristan’s encouragement, Dylan slammed his fingers in and out of Tristan a few more times before withdrawing them completely. He couldn’t wait any longer or he’d truly come on himself from just the pleasure of giving Tristan what he wanted. He made quick work with the condom, gripped his own dick, and drizzled lube over the latex. With his hand Dylan spread the slick liquid and lined up with Tristan’s entrance. This was it, the moment he’d waited for, the moment he’d denied himself for so long. He circled the rim of Tristan’s ass with his tip, gasping as the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle and into the other man’s searing heat.
The tightness drew the breath from his lungs as he carefully pushed in deeper. He was slowly drowning in Tristan, losing himself to this man inch by glorious inch.
“Fuck…” Tristan exhaled as Dylan seated himself deep inside his ass. Dylan froze at Tristan’s gasp. He didn’t want to hurt him. He held himself back even though his body strummed with energy and a need to pound into Tristan.
“This feels so good. I want to hammer into you so badly.” He slid his hand up Tristan’s hip and along the small of his back. The feel of hard muscles under his palm seemed so right, but also completely foreign.
“Yes, move… Fuck me!” Tristan’s voice quivered. “Dylan, please…”
Dylan pulled back slowly and thrust forward, sinking deeper and deeper into all of Tristan’s welcoming warmth. Tristan clenched around him, driving all coherent thoughts away.
“Touch me,” Tristan commanded, working his hips with the rhythm he created. Dylan reached around and gripped Tristan’s cock in his palm. He began to stroke the hard length in perfect time to his pounding thrusts.
“I wanna stay deep inside you. You feel so right.” He picked up the pace, reared back, and slammed into Tristan over and over again. The ache in his balls grew with every thrust. His knees weakened as he hammered into that tight channel.
“I can’t last…so tight.” Dylan canted his hips forward, changing the angle. Tristan’s ass clenched and fluttered around him as he aimed for his gland. He wanted to drive Tristan crazy with need.
“Yes, harder,” Tristan half moaned, half gasped. He reached down, covering Dylan’s hand on his cock and made him stroke hard and fast. “Make me come, Dylan.”
He tightened his grip on Tristan’s hip, holding him in place with one hand as he began to pound wildly into this handsome, magnificent man’s body and continued to work Tristan’s rigid cock with his other. Dylan kept thrusting until his own legs threatened to collapse and his heart drummed painfully in his chest. His orgasm built and his balls churned as the familiar heat swelled in the lowest regions of his spine. Dylan drove himself mindlessly in and out of Tristan’s ass, the sweat rolling down his temple as the sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. He didn’t want this to end, he’d never felt as whole or complete as he did in this very moment.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Tristan shouted as Dylan felt the other man’s hot release cover his hand. That was all it took for Dylan’s orgasm to steal his sight and take his breath. He gave in and rode out the intense pleasure, not wanting the moment to ever end as Tristan’s ass milked every last ounce of seed from his body.
The nagging chirp of his alarm woke Dylan from a pleasant dream, causing him to groan at the unwelcome interruption. He kept his eyes closed and reached out to mute the offending sound. Confusion assailed him when his hand brushed against warm human flesh. What the hell? His alarm always sat on the left side of his bed, on his nightstand. Still groggy from the sleep-induced hangover, Dylan stretched his arm out for the second time, determined to silence the irritating tone. His hand bumped into an unmistakable, lightly furred chest, and his eyes fluttered open. The sight of a gorgeous, smiling Tristan lying on the other side of the bed, dangling his phone between two fingers, had him all but forgetting the annoying alarm. Tristan silenced the noise and placed the cell back on the bed.
“Umm…sorry about that. What time is it?” Dylan mumbled, hoping he didn’t sound like an idiot. His cheeks heated and his body stirred as memories of last night flooded his brain. He really didn’t know how to act in this situation.
“Five thirty. We could go back to sleep. We aren’t meeting until ten,” Tristan replied, that sexy smile still lighting his eyes.
“I set my alarm early. I wanted to run this morning.” Dylan turned over onto his back and scrubbed a hand over his face, staring up at the ceiling. He was pretty damn tired. They’d only gone to bed a few hours ago.
“Are you getting up? I can drive you,” Tristan offered, scooting closer to him, draping both an arm and a leg over Dylan’s body. He drew the covers up around them and laid his head on the other half of Dylan’s pillow.
“Nah, you don’t have to, unless you want to. It’s early. I really think your idea’s a much better option.” He lifted an arm to wrap around the one Tristan had across his chest. “Do I need to set my alarm again?”
“No, mine’s set for eight thirty. Is that enough time?” Tristan asked.
“I hope.” A large yawn escaped his lips as his eyes closed.
Tristan nudged him “Turn over. I want to spoon. I like the way you fit against me. And while you’re at it, give me a little bit more of your pillow.” Tristan chuckled and pulled him closer. Dylan pressed back against Tristan’s warmth and fell back to sleep instantly.