Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Bang Bang’s eyebrows jolted upward at the unexpected read.
Roman’s phone buzzed, pulling his attention downward. Bang Bang said something that must have been a comeback, but Roman quit paying attention to him the second he read the text.
“Bathroom?” Wyatt asked.
Roman looked up, spotting Wyatt as he slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He cut Bang Bang off, standing. “Sorry, bathroom break.”
Bang Bang must not have noticed Wyatt entering the bathroom first, or he would have said something. Instead, he put a hand on his forehead and gave a salute, sitting back in his seat and opening his phone, likely to look up the score on whatever football game was happening or which drag queen won yesterday’s episode on one of his favorite TV shows. Bang Bang was a man of many interests, and so was Roman.
Except he only had one interest in this moment.
He opened the bathroom door and went inside, nearly tripping over Wyatt in the cramped space. It didn’t take longer than a second for their lips to collide, their bodies pushing together, both of them already hard. Roman swallowed a moan from Wyatt’s throat as his hand went around and grabbed on Wyatt’s ass, pulling him closer, tongues lashing together. The taste of the kiss was more intoxicating than any amount of champagne could be.
“Think anyone saw?” Wyatt asked as he worked to pull off Roman’s pants.
“I don’t give a flying fuck.”
“Fair enough.”
Wyatt licked his lips as he dropped Roman’s jeans to his ankles, revealing a white-and-pink jockstrap underneath, his hard cock already slipping out through the side.
“You hated wearing these when we were younger,” Wyatt noted, running his hand across Roman’s length.
“I didn’t have good taste back then.”
“Clearly.” Wyatt took his shorts and briefs off, his dick springing free with a bounce that hypnotized Roman. “Speaking of taste,” Wyatt said with a smirk as he lowered himself to his knees. He leaned in and sucked the precome off the tip, swirling his tongue around the head and taking more of Roman into his mouth. The plane rocked on a stretch of rough air, causing Roman to reach out and grab the sink for some stability.
Wyatt gagged, taking more of Roman than he was ready for. He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting him to Roman’s cock. He licked it up with a smile, looking up with tears dabbing at the corners of his eyes. “Got to be careful with the turbulence.”
He went back in, slurping and sucking and stroking. Roman’s entire body, from toes to scalp, tingled with a euphoric buzz, allowing him to relax every single muscle, his hands encasing Wyatt’s head and gently rubbing as Wyatt worshiped his cock.
“That’s it,” Roman growled, his head falling back. “Look up at me, Salt. Look into my eyes while you swallow me whole.”
Wyatt listened, his big amber eyes locking with Roman, the freckles on his face seeming to dance as Roman’s cock pushed against his cheeks.
“Fuck, Salt, you already have me close.” Roman put a thumb against Wyatt’s lips, hooking it in and stretching, watching Wyatt’s mouth open and his cock plunging inside. He couldn’t believe there was a time when he didn’t have this, when he’d lost the chance to be with the man of his wildest and steamiest dreams. No other man brought him as much pleasure sucking him off, not the way Wyatt did. He always took his time, always looked like he wanted Roman’s nut more than anything else in the world. A reverence in the way his lips softly kissed up and down his shaft before wrapping around him and taking him back down his throat.
He was going to come, he was so fucking close. The animalistic grunts escaping him were a dead giveaway, which frustrated him immensely when Wyatt stopped. He looked up with his lips shining and his eyes glowing, the slant in his smile turning devilish.
“Turn around,” Wyatt said. He had a hand between his own legs and was stroking his thick cock, a trimmed bush of dark hair crowning it. Roman nearly told him to stand, wanting that hard length rubbing against his, but Wyatt spoke again, a hungry command tinting his words. “Turn. Around.”
Roman listened. He braced himself on the wall and pushed his ass back, Wyatt moaning as he grabbed both cheeks in his hands. Roman didn’t always like his ass getting played with, but Wyatt changed all of that. He found that it was really all about the comfort he had in Wyatt, allowing him to experience all new heights of bliss.
Roman relaxed further, jerking himself off as Wyatt spread his ass and spit, the sound hitting him before the warmth did. Roman twitched forward before taking a breath and letting go, Wyatt’s thumb exploring between his wet crack, rubbing over his hole, sending another spasm out from his balls.