Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Guess the company rules make no difference anymore here,” Alaric said, though nothing but humor laced his voice.
Bain straightened back up and looked at his friend before saying in a very firm tone, “No. Clive is mine.”
Alaric lifted one black eyebrow, but he didn’t question Bain further.
They finished breakfast, and Alaric went back outside to patrol the woods around the house. As they cleaned the kitchen, Clive felt his awareness of Bain growing between the small brushes of their bodies and the way Bain laid his hand on Clive’s back, waist and stomach often. It was like the man couldn’t stop touching him. Desire built in a slow, steady climb until Clive started to breathe harder. He glanced at the windows to find the blinds drawn in this part of the kitchen, while they were open near the table. Even knowing Alaric was somewhere outside didn’t stop him from suddenly pressing Bain against the wall beside the refrigerator to kiss him, rising up on his toes.
The kiss started out slow. Sultry. Bain tasting of maple syrup and coffee. But it soon heated up as Bain hauled his body closer, bent his head to press his tongue in harder.
The moan that escaped Clive’s throat might once have embarrassed him because it was loud and needy, but he simply couldn’t care. Those damn fireworks went to his head.
When he pulled back to gasp air into his starving lungs, he stared up at Bain, breathing hard, wanting.
Bain’s eyes narrowed, a flush on his pretty pale skin. “You know what I want to see, Clive? You, covered in sweat and crying out as you come.”
Clive’s throat moved in a hard swallow, his own cheeks going hot.
“I want to see you drop all inhibitions. Let yourself go wild and lose yourself to pleasure. Can you do that?”
He nodded. “With you, I don’t see how I couldn’t.”
“So you do want me, hmm?”
“More than anything,” Clive whispered.
“Tell me how.”
Clive’s lips parted on a gasp before he sucked his lower lips into his mouth. It took him another moment to speak.
Bain’s wicked grin made Clive’s belly tighten in anticipation. “Tell me what you want, Clive. Exactly what you want.”
“Your mouth. I’ve dreamed of feeling your mouth on me.”
“Oh, that would be my pleasure.” Bain lowered to his knees. He ran his hands up Clive’s legs, then pressed his thumbs gently into Clive’s balls. Clive shivered as Bain unfastened his pants then lowered them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprang free, only to be enveloped by Bain’s sexy, long fingers. Bain slowly stroked him.
Clive’s mouth fell open, his eyes closing when Bain took the head of his cock into his mouth. Another of those filthy, long moans left his lips. He threaded his fingers through Bain’s hair only to get frustrated to find it tied back. He hurriedly fumbled with the tie and let it loose, relishing those long strands around his fingers.
“I fucking love your hair,” Clive groaned as he speared his fingers through it. “So silky and soft. You should never cut it.”
Bain sucked him in deeper, running his tongue around the head before he pulled him into his throat and swallowed.
Clive gasped. His mouth was so hot, his tongue so velvety and his throat tight. When Bain reached around to cup his ass and pull him even deeper, Clive shouted. Bain used his other hand to gently cup and roll Clive’s balls and oh, holy fuck, he loved that. More filthy moans spilled.
He groaned and started pumping his hips. “Oh, fuck, your mouth.” His entire body moved with his harsh breaths.
Bain gripped his ass tighter, swallowing around him over and over.
Widening his eyes, Clive stared down at the sight of this gorgeous creature pleasuring him. At the sexy wetness around his lips, at the visual of his cock slipping back and forth between his lips. It was too much. His orgasm slammed into him without warning, and he gasped and spilled down Bain’s throat. His head swam, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Bain licked his softening cock clean before letting it slip from his mouth.
Clive just collapsed, sliding to the floor. He dropped his forehead onto Bain’s chest. “Let me catch my breath and I’ll return the favor.”
“Wasn’t a favor. I enjoyed the hell out of that and hope to do it a lot more.”
“Fuck, yes. Any time.”
“And that was all for you. I don’t expect reciprocation every time.”
Clive lifted his head. “But I want your dick in my mouth. Pretty badly.”
“Well then, I can’t leave your desires unanswered.” He opened his pants and started to get to his feet but barked out a laugh when Clive pushed him onto his back. Right there on the kitchen floor.
Despite having come harder than ever, Clive’s every nerve ending was tingling, the hair raised on his arms as he climbed over Bain and sucked his beautiful, flushed dick into his mouth.