Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I need to fuck you, Jace.” My fingers were knuckle-deep inside his tight ass, and still I needed more. So much fucking more.
“Do it. Give it to me, baby.” Jason pushed back on my hand. He moaned as I twisted my fingers around, massaging him from the inside. He was so soft, so warm. Like silk under my touch. I pressed down and rubbed, Jason’s hole tightening around me.
He was ready. I could feel his body asking for it, begging.
I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the head of my cock. This was the first time since we were reunited that I got to hold Jason’s hips in my hands, his ass warm around my cock. I rubbed Jason’s lower back, pink under my touch, the muscles in his shoulders rippling. My body buzzed with something more electric than lightning, more bright than the sun, more colorful than a rainbow shooting out of a unicorn’s ass.
I’d been addicted to this feeling, never finding it with anyone else, not in all the years we’d been apart. I tried. Oh, I fucking tried. But no one ever compared to Jason Quill, no one.
“Do you have lube?” I asked, wanting to make sure this was as good for him as it would be for me.
“Yeah, in the nightstand. Hold up.” He leaned across the bed and pulled open the nightstand drawer, stretching his arm to grab the small squirt bottle. I took it from him, dropping a generous amount directly on his hole, spreading his ass with my dick and lubing it up.
“Oh, Matt, fuck, go slow, okay?”
“I will,” I said, rubbing his lower back again as I pushed against his entrance. I waited to see if there were any signs of pain as I felt him open for me. When all he did was moan and ask for more, I knew it was time to give him exactly that.
I went in deeper, his silky hot heat encasing me. My fingers dug in a little harder and I sunk in a little further.
He dropped his head and groaned. “That’s it, keep going.”
I did just as he asked, thrusting my entire size into him. He gasped and his body shook, for a split second I thought I’d gone too far but then came the guttural moan and plea for more.
Our bodies danced to a song we’d never forget, the lyrics tattooed directly onto our souls. It was natural. I thrust into him, savoring every shot of bliss that came from being inside of Jason. I’d never felt this connected with someone, beyond just the physical. I thrust harder, finding a rhythm; in and out, slow slow slow, in, almost out, slowly back in. Harder, harder, even faster. I lifted him up so that I fucked him doggy style, his balls no longer swinging but instead pulling up tight in a sign that he was getting close. My cock filled him, his back arching and his ass taking every single one of my eight inches.
“I’m going to come, Matt, oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck.” His words quivered as his body shook. He came hands-free, his cock spilling his seed all over the bedsheets, his hole tightening around me with every explosive shot.
“Oh shit, baby.”
I couldn’t hold mine back, and this one wasn’t a phantom anything. This climax was the real fucking thing. I held the base of my cock as I erupted, shooting come all across Jason’s back, painting him as his collapsed onto the bed, making himself a mess on the front and the back.
I fell onto him, not caring that my come was now working to glue us together. I kissed the back of his neck, the tip of his ear, trying to catch my breath. Jell-O wasn’t even an accurate description to how I felt. Gelatin likely had more substance than anything in my body at the moment.
Maybe that’s why the words came so easily to me. My brain was slush, so I had no ability to second-guess or filter myself.
Instead, I just said, “I love you, Jason Quill. I always have. I never stopped. I don’t plan on ever stopping.”
“Good,” he said back, breathless same as I was. “Because I’m in love with you, Matt, and I’m never running from you again. You’re all I need in this world. My best friend, my hero, my man, my everything.”
“Everything,” I said softly. “Now let’s go get cleaned up and cuddle the fuck out of each other.”
Jason chuckled and got up with me, both of us looking like sticky and sweaty messes.
Hot messes, though. Extremely hot messes.
We jumped in the shower and rinsed off. It had been a long day, and we were both drained (clearly), and all I wanted to do was stand under the hot water and hold Jason in my arms for the rest of time. I didn’t want to deal with any of the bullshit that came with the outside world. I didn’t want to think about serial killers or victims or case files or photographs.