Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Charles moved between my legs again, grabbing the lube and slicking up his erection. He did the same to my hole, then lifted my legs so they rested over his shoulders.
“Look at me, sweetheart. I don’t want you to take your eyes off mine while I’m inside you, okay?”
“Yep.” It wasn’t as if I wanted my gaze anywhere else anyway.
Charles leaned over, taking my mouth as he began to push inside me. A cock was a whole lot different from fingers. At first, I wasn’t sure I could do it. The stretching was too uncomfortable, the burn not what I expected.
“Do you want me to stop?” Charles asked, reading me so well.
“No.” I wanted this, wanted him.
My erection had softened some, but it helped when he went back to kissing me, slowly pressing more and more inside. He stopped when his groin was pressed completely against my ass, leaned up, and looked at me. “You didn’t close your eyes.”
“Nope. Helps to see you.”
“Christ, I love you.”
Charles gave me time to adjust to him, then pulled partly out before pressing forward again. My body loosened, my mind letting go of the worry and twist of thoughts that tried to plague me. I watched Charles as he kissed my chest, turned and kissed my inner leg, which was close to his face, while the whole time, his hips pumped slowly.
A tingle started at the base of my spine, the feeling increasing as he told me how good I felt, how beautiful I was, how much he wanted me. My dick swelled again, hard and needy.
“Fuck me,” I begged him as I stroked my prick.
“My pleasure.” It was all Charles had needed to let loose, his body slapping against mine, the sound of our sex only adding to the pleasure coursing through me.
He was inside me, touching parts of me no one had, our skin slick with each other’s sweat, his taste on my tongue…and all those thoughts amped up every sensation inside me. My orgasm felt like it came out of nowhere—one moment everything just felt good, and the next I was splintering apart, hot, slick cum between my fingers and on my belly as my balls drained from the pleasure of Charles’s cock.
“Fuck…me too. I can’t wait to fill you with my load.”
I felt his cock twitch, felt it pulse, his release shooting inside me.
Charles lowered my legs, my body alive with sensation but also heavy like dead weight, and I couldn’t move. He lay on top of me, holding my face in his hands, pushing his tongue into my mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing.
Christ, I loved kissing him.
“You’re mine, Brian Manning. And nothing is ever going to change that.”
I was his, and he was mine. I hadn’t planned to be alone as long as I had, and I hadn’t planned to fall in love when I did either. All I knew was, I was exactly where I belonged.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Charles
When we got back to Ryland, one of the first things Brian did was research a therapist and make an appointment with his primary care doctor. I wasn’t sure if his PCP would refer him to a psychiatrist for something to help with his anxiety, but he knew that was a possibility. Outside of that, he’d said he still had some things to work through when it came to Nadine and Phil. I wasn’t the only one carrying guilt about their brother, but it was something we could share, and something hopefully the therapist would help him with.
We’d been home for a few days now. I’d spent some time with Emerson, helping on the farm while Brian was at work, because I didn’t have much else to do. Well, that wasn’t the only reason, of course; it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy spending time with my friend as well, because I did. But my mom was right. Now that I’d let myself admit it, there was no doubt I’d get bored soon. I could always work with Em and Sam, but the truth was, I didn’t want to. Helping out was one thing, but spending my days in the sun with animals and cleaning up shit wasn’t really for me. Brian had been looking into different jobs he thought I might find interesting—in law or careers where I could use my degree. I knew he was scared I wouldn’t be happy in Ryland, and he’d again brought up giving New York a try, but I did like it here. I’d wanted a change. I liked the quiet life we had together. What made me happy was playing music with him, sitting out by the fire at night with him, and then being able to go to the city sometimes.
For now, this was enough. We’d figure out the rest later.
I was on my way to coffee with Raya. I hadn’t made it to Raya Sunshine since before we’d left for New York, and I already missed doing yoga in a more public setting. There was something about being with a group of people, all looking for similar internal peace, that really helped center me. She wasn’t instructing until a little later in the morning, though, hence our meeting up first.