Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Chuckling, Tate crossed his arms at his waist and hauled the Henley over his head. “Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Desperate,” Liam responded.
“Christ.” Tate gripped his cock and pumped his fist twice, using his precum to lube the way.
“Your body is incredible.” They watched each other for a moment, stroking their cocks and drinking in the sight of each other, aroused and flushed with need.
“Please come here. I’ve got supplies.” A few condoms and a tube of lube lay next to Liam on the simple navy comforter. “Don’t make me wait.”
Tate smirked. Oh, he was going to wait, all right.
“Oh, shit, that’s a wicked grin.”
Tate placed a knee on the edge of the bed, still playing with himself. “Let go of your cock. Hands up and under the pillow.”
Liam’s eyes flared. “Oh God.”
“Do it, Luxe.” As he spoke, he crawled up the bed over Liam’s body. His cock, which pointed straight out, trailed a line of precum up Liam’s flat stomach.
They both cursed.
“You’re gonna be bossy as hell, aren’t you?” Liam whispered, gazing up at him.
Tate licked a stripe up the side of his neck, stopping at Liam’s ear. He tasted like heaven on earth. “Fuck yes, I am. Now put your fucking hands under the pillow, and don’t you dare move them.”
“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
“That’s the plan.” Little did he know, Tate would be torturing himself just as much. “Just think of how hard you’ll come by the time I’m done with you.”
Liam groaned but did as Tate commanded, shoving his hands under the pillow beneath his head. This position put him on full display for whatever Tate could dream up—and he’d been dreaming of this for years. Those dreams had intensified since he’d met Liam.
His hands shook as he placed them on Liam’s torso, but thankfully, the other man didn’t call him out on it. “Your skin is so soft,” he said as he stroked up and down Liam’s ribs.
“Thank you. I do try.”
That had him chuckling. As his fingers explored, he let his lips have their way with Liam’s neck. Liam turned his head, allowing Tate full access. He licked and sucked small kisses all over the warm skin. Within seconds, Liam’s breathing increased, and he shifted beneath the touch.
Tate slid his hands up, brushing his thumbs over Liam’s puckered nipples. The man beneath him jerked at the contact and spat out a curse. He lifted his head and did it again with similar results. “You like that. Your nipples are sensitive?”
“Yes. I love to be touched. Anywhere. Everywhere. Do it again.”
This time, when he pinched Liam’s nipples, he was rewarded with a harsh cry. He kissed down Liam’s sternum, pausing to lick the nipples he’d played with. The moans and whimpers he drew from his partner satisfied him in a novel and consuming way. Never had he cared what his hookups thought or felt as long as they got off. And they always did, so mission accomplished.
Tonight’s assignment was much more involved than giving one orgasm. He only hoped he could hold out long enough to make this the most epic fuck of Liam’s life.
“Your hands feel incredible.”
Tate smiled against Liam’s skin. “You mentioned that last time.”
“I meant it then, and I mean it now.”
He trailed down Liam’s flat stomach, pausing to rim his belly button. It made Liam squeak and then giggle. The muscles in his stomach twitched under Tate’s tongue. He tasted so damn good. Warm, a little salty, alive. He’d lick every inch of the man if he could and still want more.
When he reached Liam’s jutting hip bones, he nipped the taut skin. His hands continued to play as he explored with his lips and tongue. Occasionally, the briny taste of his own precum hit his senses as he lapped at Liam’s torso.
“Tate…” Liam panted and squirmed but kept his hands in place. “I’m gonna rip this fucking pillow in half. I want to touch you too. Please let me touch you.”
He lifted his head, meeting Liam’s desperate gaze. The man’s pupils had blown wide. His bottom lip had indents from his teeth, and his deep pink nipples jutted out.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Let me have my fun. I’ve never…”
Understanding dawned in Liam’s wide eyes, and he nodded. “Just don’t blame me if I blow before you get inside me. You’re driving me out of my mind. I love this, Tate. Being with you like this. It’s more than I thought it would be.”
For him too. And that was the problem. But instead of sharing those fears, he just whispered, “Me too,” which wasn’t a lie.
He bypassed Liam’s cock, chuckling at the growled protest, and made his way down one sleek leg. He sucked a hickey onto Liam’s inner thigh, licked the back of his knee until he threatened violence, and nibbled his way down the man’s calf. Liam’s head thrashed back and forth as he babbled nonsense and every few seconds, his hips jutted off the bed, searching for relief.