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)
“God, babe ... oh!” Warm fingers tangled in his hair as Valenti took the wide cock down his throat, sucking like his life depended on it, giving a fierce pleasure that O’Brian accepted with difficulty. The shaft in his mouth was satiny-smooth, faintly musky, and utterly delicious. O’Brian was thicker than him, Valenti noted almost clinically as he sucked. Thicker, but not quite as long. He fondled the tight sac at the base of the cock, felt it drawing up as his partner’s body prepared to come.
“Valenti, no ... gonna come. Gonna ...” Valenti paid not the slightest attention to the hoarse protests or O’Brian’s feeble attempts to yank him up by the hair. Gonna taste you, babe, he thought with grim determination. Gonna swallow your load, every drop. It’s the least I can do.
“God ... Ohgodohgodohgod ...” O’Brian was moaning and bucking beneath him now. Dimly Valenti was aware that the fingers that had been trying to pull him away were now holding his head in place as O’Brian fucked deeply into his mouth.
Valenti tightened his grip on the base of his partner’s shaft and increased his suction, breathing through his nose and ignoring his aching jaw. He wanted to taste O’Brian’s cum, wanted to feel that bitter, salty heat spurt across his tongue before he buried himself to the hilt in his partner’s body and destroyed their friendship forever.
At last it happened. With a final, desperate groan, O’Brian pushed deep into his mouth, and Valenti felt the solid muscles of O’Brian’s thighs turn to iron as the salty jets hit the back of his throat like a bitter benediction. Moaning, nearly sobbing with release, O’Brian caressed his scalp, his fingers carding through Valenti’s hair, fiercely gentle with the intensity of his emotion.
Valenti felt the cock in his mouth begin to lose its aching thickness and pulled slowly away. He looked up to see sea green swallowed by the black of O’Brian’s pupils looking back. There was an expression, a tenderness in his partner’s eyes, that he couldn’t bear to see. Not now. Now when he was preparing to do this thing that would bring an end to their friendship for all time.
“Was it good?” he asked, sorry that the words came out so harshly, but unable to help his tone.
“God, babe.” O’Brian swallowed thickly and reached down to caress a strand of raven hair out of Valenti’s eyes. Valenti jerked away. “Better than good,” O’Brian said gently. “Nobody’s ever loved me like that before, Valenti. Nobody.”
“Hope you’re ready for more loving, then.” Valenti hated the harsh, demanding tone in his voice, but didn’t know how to stop it. He stared fiercely down at his partner until the other man dropped his gaze, the goldish-red lashes like fans across the high, tanned cheekbones.
“How do you need me, babe?” O’Brian whispered. Valenti found himself unable to answer, but O’Brian acted anyway, rolling once more onto his stomach and spreading his legs for his partner’s assault.
Valenti found he was obscurely glad that his partner had picked this position for their coupling. At least now I won’t have to look in your eyes while I hurt you, he thought sadly. But he wouldn’t hurt his partner any more than he could help it.
Remembering what Conrad had said, he fumbled in the drawer of the nightstand closest to him and found a small container of lube. Hands shaking, he managed to open it and squeeze a small amount onto his fingers. Trembling, he spread the firm cheeks before him and pressed one wet finger inside O’Brian’s body.
A deep, jagged breath was the only indication that his partner felt the invasion. “You okay?” Valenti asked roughly, trying to go slow as he pressed into the burning heat he desperately craved.
“Yeah.” O’Brian didn’t seem willing to say much, only spread his legs a little wider and buried his face in the pillow. “Go on, babe. Do it.” The voice was muffled but determined. Valenti had a sudden memory of Twonnie saying, “It takes a lot more guts to take it than to dish it out.”
He felt a rush of respect for his partner, lying so quietly while Valenti prepared to take him -- to use him in a way no man should have to endure from his worst enemy, let alone his best friend. The agony flared in his heart as he carefully inserted another finger and stretched, feeling the tight ring of muscle give slowly as O’Brian tried to relax and accept his invading fingers. But his cock was as hard and needful as ever, with a mindless lust that didn’t care about anything but animal gratification.
Valenti hated himself, because he knew that even without Conrad’s threat hanging over them, he still would have wanted to do this. Still would’ve wanted to plunder his partner’s body like so much mindless, willing flesh.