Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
And no wonder all of Connelly’s protective instincts seemed to shove into high gear when he was around.
It was just how they were made.
“I don’t. I admire you.”
That seemed to shut him up and for a short moment only Azariah’s breathing came through the line.
“You get one more. Make it good.”
“Maybe we’re done with the game.”
“No, you wanted to talk. So let’s talk.”
Connelly swallowed the emotion and tried to find something that would pull them out of the seriousness they’d stumbled into. The only thing he could come up with was, “What are you wearing?”
Just as he’d hoped, Azariah laughed. “God, you’re gagging for it. Not even my depressing history can soften your cock.”
“More true than you know.” Relieved, Connelly looked to the ceiling and tried to imagine Azariah, still wet from the shower, maybe even naked. Naked would be good.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m in my pajamas.”
“Describe them,” Connelly said.
Azariah’s breath hitched and when he spoke again his voice had become deeper. “Really? You want to play this game?”
He couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing in that moment. “Yes.” He put all his lust into his answer, using the roughness Azariah had responded to best the night before. “Tell me.”
“You’re going to kill me, you know?”
“Death by orgasm? Not a bad way to go.”
“More like exploding heart syndrome.” The confession was quiet but landed precisely where it needed to, right in Connelly’s chest.
“Don’t think you’re going to distract me, Azariah.” He used that voice again and smiled at Azariah’s moan.
“They aren’t sexy,” he said. “Just plaid pants and a cotton T-shirt.”
“Soft though, I bet.”
“Hmm, yeah, very soft.”
“Rub your cock through the fabric,” Connelly said as he snaked his hand under his boxers to grab his own cock.
“Kinky.” Azariah’s voice had gone all gooey in a way that curled Connelly’s toes.
“How does it feel?”
“Not as good as your mouth.”
“Oh, Jesus, don’t bring that up now or I’ll come too fast.” His fist tightened around his dick to stop the inevitable twitching Azariah’s words caused.
“You’re making me crazy.”
“Payback. Are you hard?”
“As a steel stiletto.”
“Yes. Fuck,” he groaned. “I wish I could see you right now, the way your cock looks. It was so fucking delicious last night. I want to taste you again, but this time I’ll take my time until you come down my throat. Would you like that?”
“Stupid question,” Azariah said, all panting breaths and desperation.
“Take your pants off. Let me hear you, please.” He couldn’t help the plea, just like he couldn’t help the rush of satisfaction at the rustle of fabric on the other end of the phone.
* * *
“You know this would be a lot more fun if you just came over.” Z squeezed his cock and reveled in the full-body shiver that followed. His statement was completely false. It was thrilling jerking off to the sound of Connelly’s voice. A little dirty.
He liked dirty. It made his blood burn and his balls tighten.
“Liar. Besides, by the time I got there you’d be fast asleep.”
Z didn’t want to think about how late it was or how easily Connelly seemed to see through him, so he closed his eyes and let his body talk instead. His moans were loud in the stillness of his dark bedroom.
“God, you sound like pure sin.”
Z loved how gravelly Connelly’s voice got during sex. It was probably the thing he remembered most from the previous night.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” Z said. Not that he needed more inspiration, precome leaked from his throbbing cock steadily and had been for long minutes. It was enough lube for his slow strokes to become slick and messy, just how he liked it.
“Trying not to blow my load like a fucking preteen watching his first porno.” The growl that followed twisted down Z’s spine even as the words made him laugh.
“Good luck with that.”
“Azariah.” A warning and an oath.
Just that, and Z’s heels dug into his mattress as his hips lifted into the air. What he wouldn’t give for something to fill his ass right then. The emptiness was so foreign it made his arousal sharper.
“I’m right there with you,” Z said on an exhale.
“Yeah? How do you like it? Tell me how you’re stroking yourself.”
“I like to palm the head first. Helps if I have lube.”
“Get some.”
“Don’t wanna stop.” Z moaned. “I’m too desperate.”
“Same. What else? Keep going.”
“Left hand, upside-down grip, pulling down until I can feel my balls get taut.”
“Fuck. I want to suck on those balls. I didn’t get the chance last night. I bet they’re tasty.”
Z panted and tugged on the jewels in question. “Damn it. Now I’m thinking about your mouth on me.”
“Me too. I want to kiss you everywhere. I want to suck and lick and nibble every inch of you.”
“That sounds like absolute heaven.”
“Come on, baby, tell me more. Are you fingering your hole?”