Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” Roman said.
Luke sighed and lifted his head.
Christ. The way he looked…Glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, cherry pink, trembling lips… Roman wanted to lick him all over and eat him whole.
He inhaled deeply, trying to get a grip, trying to gather some semblance of self-control. It was impossible when all he wanted was to peel Luke’s clothes off, sink into him, and breathe.
The sound of a zipper being undone broke the silence and then smooth fingers wrapped around Roman’s engorged cock, pulling it out of his boxers.
Hissing through his teeth, Roman didn’t look down, continuing to look into Luke’s glazed eyes.
Luke wet his lips with his tongue, his hand squeezing Roman’s erection. “I need you,” he said, his voice cracking. “Please.”
Groaning, Roman kissed those trembling lips, and everything else became irrelevant, everything but this boy and his sweet, obscene mouth.
When the haze of desire cleared from his mind a little, he found them already in bed and he was pushing inside Luke. The tightness around him was almost unbearable. That was what brought him some much needed clarity.
“Did I prep you?” he managed, locking his muscles in place. He couldn’t fucking remember.
Luke laughed breathlessly, blushing. “A little. I’m good. No condom, though.”
“Mat tvoiu,” Roman swore and forced himself to pull out.
“Wait,” Luke said. He looked up at Roman, his gaze heavy-lidded. “Can I trust you?”
The question felt loaded, the answer more complicated than he wanted it to be.
Breathing hard, Roman considered his answer, gathering all his willpower not to throw the boy’s legs over his shoulders and pound into him like a savage. He wanted it—wanted to fuck him without a rubber, wanted to come inside him and fill him up until the boy was dripping and then some. But Luke wasn’t asking just about sex.
“You can,” he said, holding Luke’s gaze.
Luke shuddered. His legs, sprawled open with Roman between them, spread even wider, and he hooked his ankles around Roman’s hips, pulling him closer. “Okay, then. I’ve never done this without a condom before, but I want to. Don’t stop—Oh God.”
Gritting his teeth, Roman pushed in a little deeper, the tight heat enveloping him, and goddammit, it felt...Luke made a whimpering sound, dark eyes glazed, cheeks pink and lips swollen and slack as he panted. Christ, the boy looked completely gone already.
“Good?” Roman said, and Luke nodded dazedly, his cock lying heavy and full against his belly, flushed dark and wet at the tip. Roman wanted to touch it but knew it would be too much right now: the boy looked overstimulated already.
He watched himself disappear in Luke’s hole, fascinated by the sight of his thick cock splitting him open. Holding Luke steady by the hips, he slid in all the way, slick heat all around him and so tight it was driving him insane.
Luke grabbed at a fistful of duvet. “God, God, oh God.” He looked totally wrecked, his teeth chewing at his bottom lip, his dark eyes watering. “More,” he choked out, and Roman drew his hips back a little before thrusting back in, dragging his cock against Luke’s prostate. Luke whined, arching under him. Roman did it again, his eyes fixed on Luke’s face, which was sweaty, wild, completely dazed, and beautiful. The boy looked drugged, like he was high off of it, off the feeling of Roman’s cock stretching him open, rocking back and forth, driving in deep.
Roman stroked Luke’s thighs, holding them apart, thumbs pressed into the tender skin on the inside. He started thrusting harder, low grunts leaving his throat. Luke gazed up at him with those wide eyes, his golden curls damp and dark with sweat plastered to his forehead, his cock leaking pre-come. He moaned brokenly.
“I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—” he croaked out, and Roman didn’t even have time to process it before Luke shuddered and came untouched onto his chest, cock pulsing and twitching.
Roman could only stare at him. It wasn’t the first time Luke had come untouched, but it was the first time he came untouched thirty seconds into sex.
Groaning, Luke covered his face with his hands. “Oh my God, this is so mortifying,” he mumbled before peeking between his fingers at Roman and starting to giggle madly.
A sudden wave of affection for this ridiculous boy washed over him.
“Sorry, I swear I’m not actually thirteen,” Luke managed between bouts of giggles.
Roman locked his jaw, because Luke’s laughter caused his inner walls to squeeze around Roman’s cock, which wasn’t helping his self-control at all. Goddammit. How could this boy look so incredibly endearing and make him want to fuck him up so badly?
Probably taking his silence for something it wasn’t, Luke stopped laughing. “Are you actually annoyed?” he said, a note of uncertainty appearing in his voice.
“Don’t be silly,” Roman said, breathing deeply through his gritted teeth. “It’s fine.”
“Really?”
Roman rubbed Luke’s come into his soft belly in circling motions. “You look beautiful when you’re desperate for it,” he said, staring hungrily at the flushed young man under him. “You were perfect, kitten.” Roman blamed his dick for all this sentimental nonsense coming out of his mouth. “You’re perfect,” he said, stroking Luke’s cock.