Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m dangerously close to coming. You have no idea how good it feels to be inside you…hot and tight. Bare.”
“Fuck me.”
August pulled back and snapped his hips forward again, giving Clint exactly what he asked for. It was quick and hard, his cock dragging over Clint’s prostate. He moved with August, his cock rubbing against the bed, but it wasn’t enough. As if August could read his thoughts, he backed up some but pulled Clint with him so Clint was on his hands and knees, August squeezing his hips as he slammed into Clint over and over again.
Not having the patience to grab the lube, Clint spit in his hand, jacked himself off while August dicked him down just right.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I can’t hold back.” When August railed into him again, Clint felt his dick spasm, the first jet of cum shooting into him, and it knocked Clint over the edge too.
His body trembled, and his vision blurred. Cum coated his hand in spurt after spurt, matching the ones August pumped into his ass. August’s load was inside him, filling him up and making his dick slide even more inside him.
They fell to the bed together in a sweaty heap, and damned if Clint didn’t fall asleep, sated and comfortable, all tangled together with August Reynolds.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
August
August liked the feel of another man in bed with him. He always had. Besides the obvious, there was something incredibly intimate about sharing a bed with someone. About holding them and touching them, letting your guard down with them.
He fell asleep after Clint had, a few minutes afterward, just watching him, taking in the sight of his naked body, soft cock against his leg, skin glistening with sweat, some of it likely August’s too, the dried cum on his stomach.
August didn’t nap long. He’d always been an early riser. He listened to Clint’s breathing and thought about how frantic he’d been in his want for Clint that morning. Like they’d spent weeks apart instead of days. He’d gone years without sex, but now that he could have it again, it was like this ember inside him had caught fire and was becoming harder and harder to contain. He wanted this, the intimacy and pleasure, with Clint.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Clint’s eyes fluttered open.
“No?” He lied? Asked? He wasn’t sure what he was even doing.
“It’s okay if you were. It’s hot you like me that much.” Clint tilted his head to the side and kissed him. August had kissed countless men in his life, and yet it had never felt as good as it did kissing Clint. “Do you have anything going on today?”
“No. Not until I have to pick Reese up at the farm. You?”
“I need to get some work done at some point, but I don’t want to lose this time with you either.”
“I’ll stay,” August offered. “I mean, if that’s okay. I don’t want to distract you.”
“Mmm, but it’s such a good distraction. You really fucking wanted me today.”
“Here we go. Did I just inflate your ego?”
“Maybe a little,” Clint replied, then added, “Stay.”
“Okay.”
“Shower?”
“Definitely.” They got out of bed, and he followed Clint to his bathroom. “Didn’t you just get out when I got here?”
“Yeah, but now I’m covered in cum, and taking a shower with a sexy man is always better than taking one by yourself.”
That made August smile. He’d never felt sexy. It wasn’t something he put much thought into, but he’d never seen himself as an attractive guy. He was just him—a little nerdy, a veterinarian, middle-aged with a son. Being with Clint made him somehow feel attractive, though. Made him feel like there were more parts to him than just his job, his son, and being Lewis’s uptight ex-husband.
They washed up together, taking turns under the spray, and taking turns touching and kissing each other too. He wanted to explore every inch of Clint’s body, wanted his fingers inside him to see if he could feel his load there.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. They got out and got dressed, went to the kitchen and made eggs and bacon together, then ate.
“Wanna go to the shop with me?” Clint asked when they were finished.
“Yep.” He liked the idea of getting to watch Clint in his element. It was cool to watch him with Reese, but this was different. This was just Clint creating, and August wanted to see and feel a part of that.
He got all his protective gear on and spent the next few hours with him. Clint was making a set of deer for someone’s yard. He made these really cool flower gardens too, and August wanted one because he wasn’t great at keeping real flowers alive.
At one point, Clint tried to teach him a few things the way he’d done with Reese, but August didn’t want to take up too much of his workday.