Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
curled his body around Jez and slipped a cold hand under the front of Jez’s
T-shirt.
“Fuck!” Jez started at the chill, but Mac’s hand warm ed quickly. A
slow, lazy arousal hum m ed in Jez’s belly, stirred by the rhy thm ic
m ovem ent of Mac’s fingers where they traced sm all circles onto Jez’s
skin and the hardness of Mac’s erection pressed against Jez’s arse. Any
m inute now, Jez would turn in Mac’s arm s for a kiss and reach down to
stroke him , get his dick out, get him off… but this felt too good, and he
didn’t want to m ove. There was no rush. His ey es drifted closed, and he
let Mac hold him , Mac’s breath warm on Jez’s neck, their bodies slotting
together like puzzle pieces.
Jez woke a little later with a start. Disorientated in the darkness, the
glowing red num bers of an alarm clock that wasn’t his own—he alway s
used his phone—told him it was j ust after m idnight. He rolled onto his
back. Still half-asleep, his brain hadn’t quite caught up with where he was
until his arm brushed a warm body.
Suddenly the events of the evening slipped back into focus. Mac had
invited Jez back to his room … but then nothing had happened. Jez m ust
have fallen asleep on Mac, and instead of waking him up and kicking him
out, Mac had turned out the lam p and let him stay.
Jez sidled away, try ing not to disturb Mac as he pushed the covers
down on his side, about to clim b out and creep back to his own room . But
Mac threw his arm across Jez’s waist and snuggled closer.
“Don’ go.” His voice was slurred with sleep. Mac put his head on
Jez’s shoulder, and the sweet, warm scent of his hair filled Jez’s nostrils.
Mac’s arm was heavy, and Jez was too tired and too com fortable to put up
m uch resistance.
“You sure?” Jez didn’t want things to be awkward in the m orning.
Sexless cuddling wasn’t norm ally their m odus operandi, but Jez was into
it. He was into every thing with Mac, it seem ed.
“Yeah. ’S nice.” Mac’s voice was a deep, contented rum ble, like a
giant cat purring.
It was nice, so Jez stay ed.
In the m orning it wasn’t awkward at all. Mac woke Jez with a hand
on his cock, and after he’d got Jez off, Jez returned the favour with his
m outh—less m ess to clean up that way, he figured. Plus he was getting
kind of addicted to the feeling of Mac in his m outh, the fullness and the
stretch, the sounds that Mac tried to stifle as he cam e.
Afterwards Mac pulled Jez back up the bed and pushed him onto his
back, kissing him , lazily at first but then with building intensity. Soon they
were both hard again. They stripped their clothes off between kisses until
they were naked and grinding together. Jez let Mac do what he wanted,
spreading his thighs and arching up against him , digging his fingers into
the m eat of Mac’s arse and encouraging him to thrust. Mac pinned Jez’s
wrists to the bed and kissed him hard, his tongue pushing deep into Jez’s
m outh as their cocks rubbed against each other’s bodies in a rough slide of
alm ost-too-m uch friction on Jez’s sensitive dick. It felt like fucking, the
way they m oved together, the growing heat and desperation.
Jez m oaned, the sound alm ost lost in the kiss. He bucked against Mac,
so close now and burning with it, cock aching and trapped against Mac’s
hip.
Mac grunted and cam e, m aking every thing slicker and squelchier
and infinitely dirtier. Jez tore his hand free from Mac’s grip and worked
his hand between them . He stroked him self furiously, hand wet with
Mac’s com e, until his body arched and his orgasm ripped through him ,
leaving him gasping and shaking.
So much for less mess, he thought as he got his breath back. He
chuckled.
“What’s so funny ?” Mac asked, lifting his head from where it was
resting on Jez’s shoulder.
“Nothing.” Jez sm iled, and Mac sm iled back. He had a pillow crease
on his face, but his short hair didn’t look m uch different after being slept
on. Jez’s dark blond m op was probably like a bird’s nest.
Mac kissed him again—a brief, sweet brush of lips and stubble that
m ade Jez’s heart twist in a way that freaked him out.
“You’re squashing m e,” Jez said, squirm ing, then winced at the
sticky rem inder of what they ’d j ust done as Mac rolled off him and cool
air hit the m ess on his belly. “You weigh a ton.”
Mac snorted. “You weren’t com plaining a few m inutes ago.” His
voice was teasing and intim ate, and he still had a possessive hand on Jez’s
hip.
“Oh bollocks, look at the tim e.” Jez glanced at the clock and then
leapt out of bed. “I need to be at work in half an hour. I’ve got to hurry.”