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)
“You sore, baby?” Hart rumbled against his lips, already lowering his sweat pants, his dick springing out and slapping his stomach.
“No. But, wait.” Free got up quickly and jogged to the bedroom. He came back and held up the new bottle of lube, “Gotta have this, though.”
Instead of climbing on from the front, he turned around and sat on Hart’s lap, reverse-style. His boyfriend had said that was what he’d missed the most in life. Positions. All positions. Free loved fulfilling those wishes. Hart reclined the chair until they were almost lying down.
“Oh God, what are you doing to me?” Hart groaned when Free slicked him good, and eased down on top of him. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah,” Free groaned, feeling full. He began a slow grind, keeping his cheeks pressed close to Hart’s groin. He loved the way the wispy hairs tickled his ass and the sensitive places at the base of his spine. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, love.”
Free planted his heels so he could have more leverage. He swiveled and rotated his hips until Hart’s thick cock bumped that spot inside that made him want to scream. The spot that made his body string tight and his muscles spasm…Hart knew how to find that spot and work it well. His ass clenched almost violently when Hart met his downward thrust.
“Oh fuck.” Free rested the back of his head in the crease of Hart’s shoulder, his body going limp. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pinning him close, which was perfect for him. He always wanted to be connected, never wanted to be apart. Hart rubbed his chest, all while keeping with that torturously easy pace, nailing his spot on each stroke.
“Damn, baby,” Hart growled, biting at Free’s chin, “I’m gonna come.”
Free wanted them to last longer, but it was always useless. They constantly lost themselves to the pleasure. Free gripped his swollen dick and started jerking in time with Hart’s plunges. His balls pulled up snug to his body, and he knew he was done. He whined at how good it felt writhing on top of Hart. “You feel s’good. Want you to come inside me.”
“Love it when you talk to me like that,” Hart grunted, his rhythm turning choppy.
Hart pinched Free’s tight nipples, squeezing and twisting them until he cried out and shot all over his stomach. Hart kept fucking him, pushing deep inside until he dug his fingers into his pelvis, yanked Free down onto his dick and let loose an agonizing groan between Free’s shoulder blades as he stilled and filled him like no one ever had.
They lay there for a moment panting and smiling against each other’s cheeks. After a while Hart’s softening cock slipped out of him but he still didn’t want to move. “Can I take a nap right here?”
“You can do anything you want,” Hart purred, already sounding like he was dozing.
Free’s eyelids were heavy, so was his body. He didn’t know how long they’d been asleep but pleasure was still buzzing through him when he heard banging. He squirmed to get into a more comfortable position on top of Hart, wanting the noise to stop. He jolted at the sound of incessant pounding on the front door.
“Who the hell is that?” Free murmured, trying to fully wake up.
“It’s definitely God,” Hart croaked. “And I’m definitely in need of water.”
“Ugh.” Free worked his way out of the chair, feeling every sexy ache down to his feet. “I’ll get it.” He pulled his shorts up and penguin-walked across the room.
He squinted from the shock of sunlight when he opened the door. God stood there, tall and impressive. If Free hadn’t been so in love, he would’ve said that God was bad-boy-hot in his torn jeans, expensive sneakers and plain white tee. His long hair was full and soft-looking today, as if he’d just come from the salon. His gold lieutenant’s badge was clipped to his waistband, right along with his gold and chrome Desert Eagle handgun. His style made so many of the female officers jealous of Day. But, Free was unfazed. He waved tiredly at his boss, “What are you doing here?”
God chuckled in that deep, throaty way, “Afternoon. I thought I gave you guys enough time.” He shoved his dark sunglasses on top of his head, holding his locks back with them. “I need to talk to Iv, he in his den?” God asked, already heading in that direction.
“Unhuh,” Free droned, idly scratching his chest, shuffling toward the kitchen.
Hart
The look God gave him when he turned the corner into the living room made them both explode with laughter.
“You lazy sonofabitch. Get up and get your ass back to work.”
“Just doing what I was told, man.” Hart had sat his chair up and fixed his clothes, but he was sure it smelled like sex in there, which was probably why God was still laughing. “Hell. I might get used to this.”