Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
A slap. Not punishing—Zane wouldn’t have done that to himself—but teasing, a way to amp up the excitement and warm the skin. And the gentle scratch of leather, of those two bracelets Zane hadn’t removed before sleeping, only added a new dimension to the unfamiliar sensations.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Zane rasped, his voice dark, as if he’d smoked a dozen packs of cigarettes within the past hour.
Roach glanced over his shoulder, burning with conflicted feelings about just how much he wanted this stud to mount him. Gale was cute enough for a blowjob, but far from Roach’s type. Zane on the other hand, was everything. Muscular, shapely, confident, experienced as all fuck. He was exactly the kind of man Roach desired, and the shaky nature of their relationship couldn’t change that.
“Yeah, Iwannafuck,” he blurted out, still a fish out of water in the situation he pretended he was used to.
Zane’s lips widened in a grin, and he slid his hand up Roach’s back, firmly pushing his upper back down until something hard—Zane’s dick!—pressed against his opening through underwear. Its wonderful curve nudged the sensitive skin and rolled against it as Zane made a gentle thrust forward, gasping at the contact.
“No pride. You’re too horny to say no to this dick. I don’t need to look at your face.”
So Roach turned it away, because Zane was right. Roach didn’t have any pride when it came to this. He’d deny everything if someone were to find out how things between them have gone down, but no one would. It would be their dirty secret.
He’d let Zane live here and steal any touch he could. Like a lowly beggar kissing the feet of a prince.
“I’m your type anyway,” he dared, spurred on by the earlier comment about scumbags. That he was, and only fools fought their nature.
Zane huffed and slapped Roach’s ass the moment he was done pushing his face into the sheet. Sparks danced all the way down Roach’s thigh, and he spread his knees, still holding his hard dick.
“I’m going to wreck your hole by the time we’re done with this curse,” Zane said, and this time his fingers slapped Roach’s sphincter with intent to shock.
Christ.
How was Roach still so hot for it? The answer was obvious. He was fucked up and he’d find out just how much in seconds to come. His breath hitched against the sheet, slowly making it damp, and all he could think of was that he was the center of Zane’s attention right now. That was all that mattered.
He mewled and arched his ass higher like the trash he was.
Zane uttered a low chuckle, and then his clothed erection was there, jabbing Roach’s opening over and over, as if Zane wanted to use his own underwear as a condom. Roach couldn’t help but rock back, squeezing his dick, because it felt so much more amazing than usual.
“Stop doing that or we’ll both pop too soon,” Zane whispered, drawing his hips back. But just as Roach uttered a shameless sound of protest, cool liquid drizzled down his crack, his balls, his dick, and Zane’s hand followed, thumb and index finger aligning with the curve of Roach’s ass.
Nerves set in, sending small shivers dancing down his spine. He loved it and he hated it all at once. "That's how horny I make you?" Roach asked, even if it sounded needy as fuck. This guy would be the death of him even before Zane got to deal the killing blow.
“I have a weakness for horny closeted types. They’d lick my feet if it gave them dick,” Zane said, sliding his hand up and down in the copious amount of lube until Roach could sense a hollow space inside him. Having Zane fill him would hurt, but it needed to happen. He could not give up on this opportunity.
“I… I’m not exactly… very experienced,” he choked out. He hadn’t dared to give anal a try since his teenage ordeal was over. Life was confusing enough without being under a man.
But for Zane? He’d roll over and bark on command.
“No shit,” Zane whispered, pulling his thumb and index finger closer until they met at Roach’s hole, their tips nudging the bud. To Roach, it felt like the threat of a stab, but at this moment his entire body was ready to bleed for this man. He yelped in surprise when the digits dove slightly deeper, rolling together until his muscles realized it was no threat. “But I’ll give you a choice.”
Roach’s toes curled, his whole body tensing. “What choice?” He knew he wanted a fuck from Zane. He even had the benefit of assuming Zane wouldn’t actually rip his ass apart, because they were connected now. Bound. There was no reason to be afraid other than the fragility of his ego.