Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Slow as you want, babe. God, you feel good around me.” O’Brian’s voice was strained but certain, and the movements he began to make inside Valenti were as gentle as they could be under the circumstances. The circumstances being that my partner and best friend in the world is currently fucking me. But the thought held no terror or disgust, only pleasure and satisfaction that he could give this to O’Brian, this ultimate gift of himself and his body. Aw, Sean, I’m yours, body and soul. You own me.
The movement behind him, inside him, began to increase, and then O’Brian was hitting that spot again, causing the electric waves of pleasure to crest inside him like lightning striking over the water. Valenti could feel his heart pounding like a jackhammer, and he gasped for breath as the feeling of his partner spreading him, filling him, fucking him went on and on. Incredibly, he could feel his cock hardening once more, even though he had come so hard when O’Brian sucked him.
“Love to love you this way, babe. Love to fuck you. Wanna fuck you all night.” O’Brian’s hot, breathless words in his ear made a counterpoint to a deep, urgent sound Valenti finally realized he was making himself. He could find no words to express the amazing, almost painful pleasure, but at the same time he couldn’t be quiet -- didn’t want to be quiet. He could feel himself peaking again, rising higher and higher, closer and closer to an orgasm unlike any he had ever felt before. At last he found his voice.
“Coming, Sean. Oh, God, you’re making me come so hard! Fuck me! I wanna feel you fucking me so hard and deep ...” Valenti heard the pleading, the need, and the submission in his voice and didn’t give a damn.
This was O’Brian, his best friend, his lover, who was pulling these words out of him with such sweet pressure, the swift drive and thrust of his cock inside Valenti’s body. Although he had never been particularly vocal during sex before, now it seemed like he couldn’t shut up, didn’t care if he ever shut up as long as the incredible sensation of O’Brian fucking him would go on and on and never end.
“God, babe, when you talk like that ...” O’Brian panted behind him. “I’m coming. Coming inside you, Nicky. Oh, God, Nick ... NICK!”
He felt O’Brian thrust deep and press so close to his body that for an instant it seemed like they truly were one person, and Valenti didn’t know or care where his partner began and he himself ended. He felt his own body spasming endlessly around the beloved invader as O’Brian tensed against him, and then they were both sagging, gasping for breath as the moment passed slowly, dying into the brilliant white light behind his eyelids.
O’Brian was the first to speak. “You okay, babe? Was I too rough?” he asked anxiously, beginning to pull away. Valenti grasped the arm wrapped around his waist and held on.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “Don’t go yet.” O’Brian relaxed behind him, keeping their bodies joined, but Valenti could still feel his partner’s anxiety, a palpable thing in the air between them. “’M okay,” he said at last. “Just worn out is all. Haven’t come twice in thirty minutes since high school.”
A soft chuff of laughter tickled his ear. “I know how ya feel. Felt the same way when you did me. Amazing, isn’t it?”
“More than amazing. Thought the top of my head was gonna explode,” Valenti explained. “Never felt anything like it. So good -- so special doing this with you, partner.”
Strong arms squeezed him tightly from behind, and O’Brian’s voice was suspiciously thick as he answered. “Love you so much, babe. Never wanna let you go.”
“Going to have to eventually,” Valenti pointed out. “Harris’s used to seeing us joined at the hip, but this ...”
There was a small explosion of laughter behind him that caused O’Brian to slip from his body. Valenti felt a spasm of regret, of emptiness, followed by an even stronger spasm of joy when he realized that they could repeat this act as often as they wanted to. Although the considerable tenderness he felt in his ass inclined him to think that maybe it would be a while before he was up to a repeat performance.
“Well, that took care of that problem, at least for now,” O’Brian said. Valenti turned carefully to face his partner, looking into the face he knew better than his own.
“God, Sean, that was, I don’t know, so special. So good with you. I never thought it could be so ...” He stopped, at a loss for words. How could he explain that the act of love had never been this special, this intimate with anyone?
“I know. For me, too, babe,” his partner answered, understanding as always.