Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“This just fucking too?” Ned rasped into Cole’s ear.
“Shut up,” Cole uttered, only holding Ned tighter instead of shoving him off for being an ass.
He gave himself into Ned’s care like the dumb fool he was.
But he didn’t need to trust Ned with his heart to trust him with his body.
Overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations, Cole hadn’t even noticed that Ned reached up with one hand to entwine their fingers, until Ned squeezed them hard while grinding his cock into Cole at an excruciatingly slow pace, as if he were petting his insides instead of just seeking pleasure.
Cole considered himself cynical, a man carved by the harsh life he’d endured, but while he was proud of his tough shell, it turned into soft clay at Ned’s touch. With Ned, there was no need for armor, and as the warm, firm hands squeezed Cole’s flesh, he no longer felt the need to resist the temptation of closeness, and let Ned mold him back into the lustful, uninhibited man he used to be.
So many people had passed through Cole’s bed, but this felt like fucking for the first time again. Always eager to take charge, he’d gladly made guys happy with his prick. Even when he sucked cock, it was on his terms, but this made him vulnerable. He couldn’t have experienced it with anyone else.
The faster Ned thrust his cock in, the more lost Cole became in the blend of sharp reality and blurry nostalgia. This man both knew him, and didn’t, but cared for him regardless. Ned wasn’t looking to empty his balls, like Cole had often done with attractive strangers. Ned was there with Cole with every part of his being.
He finally understood what Ned had meant when he’d said he wanted Cole to experience this too. The act put Cole in a vulnerable position, but Ned was right there with him—gasping, moaning, and showering Cole with hot kisses as he plowed Cole’s insides at an increasing pace. He wouldn’t let his prey go until he was sated.
It was as if they’d never parted.
Cole thought back to the countless things that reminded him of Ned. He’d seen him in the mountains, in every creek and pond, and in every lover. In a way, Ned had been with him this whole time, even if not in the flesh.
He'd been the reason Cole never settled anywhere.
He'd been why Cole had taken up photography, stupidly sentimental over the memento of happier times together.
He'd never learned how to swim because Ned had promised to teach him, and somehow Cole had held on to that.
He'd fucked other men to anger Ned.
Ned had been the memory under his eyelids as he licked sweat off other bodies.
And for once, he’d have Ned back with him when he came.
His insides were a buzzing fire, and each time Ned’s cock shifted, whether back or forth, the strange sensation that had Cole curling his toes and uttering the most shameless noises sent sparks up his chest. It was like nothing he’d never felt, so he moved with Ned, greedy for more of the blissful ache deep inside. He grabbed Ned by the nape and stared at him in the dark, breathing in the air he exhaled as they rocked ever faster, clinging to newfound pleasure as if they were only allowed to experience it once.
Wasn’t that what Cole had promised himself earlier?
But reason was gone from Cole’s head like hot air when Ned stiffened over him, uttering an animalistic growl.
“Yes,” Cole whimpered, biting his cheek as heat poured into him straight from Ned’s balls, and he frantically grabbed his own prick, tugging on it in a desperate need to join his lover.
Seconds later, he cried out, spending so hard he could no longer think rationally. It was his prick that spilled cum between them, but somehow the climax originated deep inside him, where Ned’s cock was still buried.
Cole wasn’t sure anymore where either of them ended or began, and didn’t protest when Ned kissed his neck with tenderness. All he could do was gasp for air and enjoy the moment while it lasted.
When Ned pulled out of Cole, his cock left behind an unexpected soreness, but he didn’t roll away, and kept stroking Cole’s side as if it were the thinnest glass. They’d part eventually, but Cole needed to catch his breath.
Just for a few more minutes.
A few more heartbeats.
The blink of an eye.
Chapter 13
Cole awoke to someone’s weight pressing him down and an insistent barking. In the darkness, the oppressive hold made Cole choke on cool air, and he twisted, hitting back with his elbow as wolf howls echoed just beyond the wall.
The person on top of him rolled off with a growl, hitting Cole back in the process, and rushed out of the room, their heels banging against the wooden floor.