Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Free’s hand was still on his cheek. “You don’t have to go all the way down, love.” He coached, “Use your hand while you do it.”
Hart tightly fisted the base of his dick then dove for the head again. “Like this?”
“Ungh…yes,” Free barely managed. It was one thing to get a blow job from a random guy to get off, but it was whole other feeling to be with someone he truly cared for, someone he loved, for the first time. It amplified everything to another level. Hart moaned around his head, his teeth grazing him again, making delicious jolts of pain shoot through his sac. Fuck. “Stop…stop, damn. Please.”
Hart came off his dick with a cute frown. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell no. I’m just not ready to come yet. You’re a bloody natural.” Free tugged on Hart’s arm until he took the hint, and climbed up the rest of the way on the bed. When he tried to settle onto Free’s side, he stopped him and positioned him on top. “I want you right here.”
“I’m too heavy,” Hart grumbled, planking on his elbows.
“If you don’t put all that weight and muscles on me right now I’m going to bark and bite and fus—”
Hart dropped down, laughing happily into Free’s throat, “This what you want?”
“Ahhhh.” So much hardness and body heat.
“Okay then.” Hart rubbed his nose along his throat, kissing his pulse then sucking for a long time.
“You trying to mark me?” Free spread his legs wider and hooked them around the backs of Hart’s thighs.
“If I want to, I will,” Hart said confidently.
Yes. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Hart tapped into the real him. The dominant him. Free tilted his head higher. Hart hummed and sucked harder, coming off with a loud pop. “Doing what I’ve always wanted.” Hart gripped behind Free’s knee and pulled his leg up higher on his hip.
Free instinctively thrust upwards, rutting and rotating his hips until he had their cocks aligned. “Oh fuck,” he breathed. Hart’s cock felt heavy and just as hot as him. He was thicker and longer, his head a darker red than Free’s, but damn if it wasn’t, in his opinion, flawless.
Their kisses heated quickly as they ground against each other, both of them making enough pre-come to make the glide so damn incredible. Free tugged on Hart’s beard, opening his mouth wider and feasting inside. They both ate at each other’s lips as if they were starving. Hart’s callused hands were everywhere on his body, and he lingered in particular places that drove Free crazy…like now.
“Unnggh. More,” Free begged, even though he didn’t have to. Hart was giving him everything.
Hart went to the other side, flicking then biting his other nipple. “I never thought you’d feel this good, baby.” Hart’s voice was so rough, his touch so tender. He slowly turned his big body, nudging his dick against Free’s hole.
“Ahhh!” Free yelled. “There.”
“Damn.” Hart growled, pressing against him harder. “So tight.”
“Ivan.” Free practically sobbed. He knew he sounded pathetic, but fuck it, he needed badly. Foreplay time was over. Or they could do more exploring later. Right now he needed Hart inside him, he needed that ultimate, final connection. It made sense in his mind. He’d told Hart he loved him, now he had to show him. Wanted to give him this amazing gift.
Free reached underneath the pillow and got the small tube of lube he’d had packed in his overnight bag and set it beside them on the bed. Hart eyed it then stopped his ab bathing, and inched his way back up to face him. They didn’t speak for a moment—only with their kisses and touches.
Hart stared at him like no man…hell, like no one ever had before. He leaned in and softly kissed Free’s cheek, brushing his nose over his when he went for his lips. Hart kept the kiss caring and chaste, his lust-filled eyes open and watching him the entire time. Free rubbed Hart’s neck, his back, then smoothed both palms over his slick scalp. Free wanted to bury his nose in Hart’s beard, in his armpit, going for that potent scent that wreaked havoc on his sanity. Vibrating beneath him, Hart regarded him in wonder. He touched Free’s lips with his fingers then ran them down his chin to the center of his chest. Hart looked so serious.
“Babe?” Free whispered.
“You got me by the beard, you know that, Len,” Hart said the words almost painfully…worshipfully. It wasn’t a question, but a declaration.
Free smiled, feeling the warmth all the way down. “I love you too, Ivan.”
Hart
He’d told Free he loved him. He’d done it. He wasn’t just falling for him. He’d already fallen. His first clue should’ve been the way his heart had stopped beating, and he thought he was gonna be sick when he’d heard that Free was in the chase with Cornelia’s thugs. That had been a huge indicator. But, gazing down at him at that moment, he knew he had to be honest and let Free know that he had him, and he wasn’t going anywhere.