Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“And parties. I remember you love those. All under one condition. You’d have to limit yourself to just one dick,” Trig said, and just as El was about to quip back, the hard cock sliding between his open thighs made him lose his breath. The foam at their feet was green from the fresh hair dye, but Trig wasn’t yet done with him and moved his hands lower, lathering up El’s tired muscles.
El tuned into the touch and closed his eyes, too focused on memorizing every inch of Trig’s once more hard cock to tease him. He’d intended to say he wasn’t sure how he’d choose a dick up for the task of pleasing him, but the one between his legs left no doubt as to the best choice.
“I like parties you’re at,” he said like the big sap he wasn’t.
Trig gasped and rocked his hips, dragging his dick back and forth between El’s thighs. It went farther in when he pushed forward next time, and its tip poked El’s balls, making him quiver with excitement. But despite Trig’s breath accelerating, he kept washing El all over in a way so utilitarian it was somehow more exciting than an erotic massage.
“You like them because I always get drunk and eager to suck your dick in the most inappropriate situations,” Trig rasped.
El snorted, relaxed by the combination of firm touch and warm water. “Guilty as charged. I kinda always liked people knowing you did it without them getting to see it.” His brain was already steaming up with visions of Trig giving him head under a bar counter, then coming up for air to whistles and hollers.
“Once a peacock, always a peacock. You’re such a show-off, even when it comes to what you can pull,” Trig whispered against El’s jawline and moved his hips harder, flattening El’s ass. His slippery hand trailed down El’s damp chest, past the pebbled nipples, as if the hard cock were physically drawing it closer, desperate for touch.
“Suck me, Trig,” El whispered, embarrassed how close he was to begging. He didn’t know what the future held, but if this was the last time they got together, he needed to get everything.
A broken sound left his mouth when the slippery hand squeezed around his prick, gently cleaning the engorged flesh before descending to the sac that had once again become heavy.
“You’ve gotten bossier. Kinda hot,” Trig whispered and bit on El’s ear before spinning him around. Water splashed off the plastic-wrapped hand, and he gave an annoyed huff, hair hanging in damp streaks as he pushed it away from under the shower.
“That’s what happens when you have to fend for yourself.” And yet, El was so tempted by the mirage of what Trig was offering. A world in which they were back together, Trig being the support El needed, and El being there to cheer Trig up after a hard day. But reality couldn’t be as beautiful as dreams. Sooner or later, El would realize the biker club was a trap, and he couldn’t let anything or anyone hold him back. Not even Trig.
Like that time they’d joined an organic food commune one summer only to be asked to leave after a month of toiling in the dirt. They didn’t get one strawberry, nor a single tomato.
They did get mumps.
But how could he think about the future when a guy as handsome as Trig sank to his knees, his chest hard as rock and glistening in streams of water?
A man who’d saved his life tonight.
A beautiful beast with a mouth made for pleasure.
El couldn’t care less if staying under the shower washed out all of his hair dye, because a single kiss from Trig was worth all the effort in the world, let alone a kiss to his cockhead. He couldn’t help but admire the tanned flesh glistening in the faint light above. Back in the day, they’d often had sex undressed halfway, even in situations where the chance of being caught was slim, because being naked in a public restroom, or in a car, was hardly practical. Places like this one, with a lock on a real door, had been a rare treat.
But Trig now surely had a place of his own, and if El stayed with him for a bit—No. He should not be thinking that way. He’d been over this guy, and he shouldn’t be letting him back under his skin. But when those warm, narrow lips opened to swallow his cockhead, logical thoughts fizzled out, leaving raw need.
Trig looked up, his dark eyes so very sweet, so attentive, as if he wanted to memorize every twitch of El’s face as he hollowed his cheeks and rubbed his tongue against the sensitive flesh.
El’s toes curled in the warm water, and he rested his hand on Trig’s head. Just being together felt like traveling back to a simpler time. He hadn’t thought he’d see Trig again, yet here he was, deep in that deliciously hot mouth, reliving his first love as if they’d only met yesterday. Pondering the messed-up reality of Trig stalking him could wait until tomorrow.