Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
He came out refreshed and squeaky clean in all the right places. He choose to stay comfortable in his boxers and a T-shirt. Free went to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water then headed toward Hart’s bedroom. He was surprised to find his shower still running. Damn. Well, Hart did say that he just about groomed nightly. All that hair probably took some work to maintain. Free went ahead and made himself comfortable in Hart’s bed, again.
Hart emerged with a dark red towel draped around the back of his neck and one cinched tightly above his pubic bone. When he saw Free lying there, a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face.
“I could get used to that, right there,” Hart said throatily, walking to a tall oak dresser with his eyes still on Free.
“Me too,” Free replied. He had his hand down his boxers, but Hart couldn’t see what he was doing through the bulky comforter. He couldn’t help but touch himself while staring at Hart’s slick, wet chest. All that sexy hair lying there just pleading to be petted. Free reached lower and cupped his balls, trying to keep a straight face through the immense pleasure. Fuck. Hart’s dick bulged against the terry cloth material as he stole glances in his direction. Free was leaking while he watched back.
Hart pulled out a drawer and tossed a pair of shorts onto the bed.
Yeah. You won’t be needing those, Free thought as he stared at Hart’s hard ass through the towel and when he turned to him… oh god. So much man. And all that maleness would be pressing him into the mattress soon.
“The way you look at me…I don’t know how I ever doubted this.” Hart stood at the foot of the bed, watching him stroke himself and molest him with his eyes.
When did he walk over here?
Hart gripped one side of the towel around his neck and pulled, letting it slowly drag across his broad shoulders. He dropped it to the floor, still watching Free with those glacial blue eyes that shot shards of ice down his spine. When Hart reached for the comforter and dragged it down until it was at Free’s ankles, he didn’t stop him, he also didn’t stop massaging his balls. Hart’s breath hitched.
“Keep doing that,” Hart said huskily. “Just like that.”
Free ran his hand through his short hair, arching in ecstasy while doing exactly what Hart told him to. He tugged on his sac, just to the point of pain, moaning loudly. “Ivan. Don’t just stand there.”
“Keep going,” Hart commanded, then slowly undid the towel and let it fall to a heap at his feet. He was hung nicely, a thickness Free had dreamed about inside him last night. He stared in amazement at Hart’s confidence. He no longer doubted how Free felt about him, how he saw him, and how turned-on he was by him. There was no distrust. Hart could fully be who he was, with no judgment or abuse from someone who loved him unconditionally.
Free had to grip his cock, a thick bead of pre-come forming on the head. Just watching Hart made him want to come. Hart’s eyes were riveted to the end of his dick. He licked his lips and stroked his beard as if he were contemplating a delicacy. He crawled onto the bed, and paused to hover over his leaking slit.
“I want to do everything with you, Len, but…I might need some help.” Hart didn’t look embarrassed when he asked, completely confident that Free would be supportive.
Free leaned up on one elbow, and stroked Hart’s damp beard. “You did a nice job tonight. You look amazing.” And he smelled it, too. Free thought Hart’s aftershave must be laced with a touch of EroS, because it stirred his primal urges.
Hart smiled, then turned and tenderly kissed Free’s palm. Keeping his hand there, he guided Hart’s mouth to the head of his cock and stopped there. “You sure?”
“Yes. I’ve never been more sure.” Hart’s breath was warm against his skin.
“Anything you do will feel good,” Free panted.
Hart took his first swipe with his tongue across Free’s head and he fought not to jackknife and send them both flying off the bed. Hart groaned then licked again and again, each taste more courageous than the last, until he finally opened his mouth and sucked the head inside.
“Ohhhh,” Free whined. “Perfect.”
Hart went down more, hollowing his cheeks, his bottom teeth accidentally scraping his cap in the most stimulating way. Then that damn beard grazed over his sensitive sac, and Free knew this would be over in seconds if he didn’t stop. He wanted to come with Hart inside him. Hart sucked harder, his lips almost touching his pubic hair. When he had most of Free’s cock in his mouth, he gagged a bit and eased back, smiling proudly.