Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Not sure I can do this, Sean,” he muttered in his partner’s ear, feeling a trickle of cold sweat run down the groove of his spine like an icy finger.
“You got no choice, babe -- this could make or break us. Here.” Valenti felt a strong hand close on his wrist and pull his arm down and around O’Brian’s body. Then he felt the hard column of warm flesh brushing his palm. He grasped it automatically, a part of his brain registering how similar and yet how different it was from his own. “That’s it,” O’Brian whispered, and Valenti felt his partner back up against him so that the round, tight ass was pressed against his groin. “Now touch me, babe. Need to feel you touch me.”
The words, spoken in a low, intense voice, seemed to have a magical effect on Valenti. This was his partner -- the man he loved -- and this might be the only time he would ever be able to show his love physically. He closed his eyes and leaned close to O’Brian’s compact frame, burying his face in the warm, reddish-gold hair and breathing in the delicious, masculine scent of his friend, shutting out the bright lights and the randy, shouting crowd around the base of the stage.
He could feel O’Brian already rotating against him, pumping against the loose circle of his fingers, and he suddenly wanted to make this moment something neither of them ever forgot. Even after they went back to being platonic friends and co-workers out in the real world, he wanted O’Brian to remember the touch of his partner’s hand holding him intimately, bringing him pleasure.
“Stop,” Valenti growled, tightening his grip on his partner’s shaft to still the pumping of those hips. O’Brian ground to a halt suddenly, stiffening against him, his whole body asking the question.
“Wanna touch you,” Valenti muttered hoarsely in his ear. “Wanna make you feel good, Sean.” He wound his other arm around his partner’s chest so he could feel the heave and gasp of O’Brian’s excited breathing and took a better grip on the thick cock in his hand.
Deliberately, he stroked from the base of his partner’s shaft to the leaking tip of the broad head, the tender nugget of flesh left bare and vulnerable by circumcision. He thought he could feel the tiny scar, a little rougher than the rest of the steel-velvet shaft, just under the head. He caressed it with his thumb, spreading the slippery fluid over it and loving the slight difference in texture -- learning his partner as he had never been able to before and would never be able to again.
He heard O’Brian groan in his ear as the golden head leaned back against his shoulder for support, and felt the fine trembling of the other man’s body against his as he made his leisurely exploration. He reached down to cup the tender sac, fondling and rolling the balls inside before taking another long, slow stroke over the straining shaft.
“For God’s sake, Valenti ... Driving me crazy!” O’Brian gasped in his ear, his entire body shaking with the barely contained urge to move, the need to thrust.
“Love you, partner,” Valenti heard himself whisper, not even sure if O’Brian heard him. “Love you so much. Want to make you come.”
“Do it ... Do it!” O’Brian was panting heavily now, his chest pumping like a bellows under the restraining arm, and Valenti was happy to oblige him. He started a slow, sure stroke, caressing his partner’s cock as he would his own, giving O’Brian permission to move, to meet the tempo Valenti was creating and match his rhythm.
He felt O’Brian’s hips and ass undulating against his groin and realized that he was achingly hard himself. The feel of his partner’s cock in his hand seemed to create a closed loop of pleasure between them, stoking the fire Valenti felt inside higher and higher until he thought it must consume him. He stroked long and firm, but faster now, and O’Brian thrust to meet him, offering his body as he had the night before, pressed trembling into the loving circle of Valenti’s hand, trusting and vulnerable and so hot.
Valenti had never felt such emotion -- such longing and need and love and lust rolled up together until he thought his heart would explode with the unbearable mixture. There was no one else in the room but him and O’Brian, no one but this man leaning back against him to receive the pleasure Valenti gave, moving so naturally to the rhythm they had created together. This man he loved with his entire being. Valenti had a sudden urge to drop to his knees and take O’Brian’s thick shaft into his mouth and down his throat, to suck instead of stroke, to catch the burning cum on his tongue instead of in his palm. But there was no time.