Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Shouldn’t there be like...music or something?” Dustin’s smile was a little on the shaky side as he started on his shirt buttons. “Feels weird, you watching me. In person, I mean.”
“Yeah, but I like watching you,” Wes countered. “So much. Love knowing you’re about to be all naked and mine.”
“Well, when you put it that way...” Dustin’s fingers sped up their unbuttoning. Wes liked the reveal of more and more of Dustin’s golden skin and chest hair too much to slow him down.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered after Dustin’s shirt fluttered to the floor. “Your chest first.”
“You have a thing for my chest,” Dustin accused him, even as his hand roamed across his pecs.
“Guilty.” Wes smiled at him. “And you have a thing for torturing your nipples, so it’s all good. Tweak one for me.”
Dustin hissed in a breath as he pinched himself. “I need...”
“Yeah, we’ll get you there. Pants now. But no touching your cock.”
“Might be hard,” Dustin muttered.
“I hope it is.” Wes waggled his eyebrows at him.
“Goof.” Dustin shook his head. Lowering his zipper, he gave a little shimmy, shaking his ass at Wes. “Suppose this is what you want?”
“Oh yes.” Wes bit back a laugh. “Now your briefs,” he said once Dustin had kicked free of his pants.
“You are getting naked too, right?” Dustin considered him through narrowed eyes.
“All in good time.” Wes waved the complaint away. “Can’t exactly fuck you through my pants, now, can I?”
And there was that word—fuck, and all of a sudden, even with the humor and easy banter, Wes’s nerves were back, full force. Dustin pushed his underwear down and off, revealing his thick cock which strained toward Wes in an almost adorable fashion, making him want to go to his knees and bathe it in attention. But that might ruin his illusion of control, so he restrained himself.
“On the bed. On your back.”
“Yes, sir.” Dustin gave him a mock salute before stretching out next to where Wes sat.
“Now, tell me...” Wes trailed his fingers down Dustin’s fuzzy chest. “When all the fancy people were giving their speeches and socializing tonight, you were thinking about this, weren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Dustin’s voice was little more than air.
“Thinking about being right here, me about to fuck you?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Eyes glassy, Dustin bit his upper lip.
“Tell me about it. Tell me your fantasy.” Wes wanted to get this right for Dustin in the worst way, wanted to be everything he wanted. Needed.
“You. Here.” Dustin’s pink tongue snaked out to worry the edge of his lip where he’d bit it moments earlier. “Sometimes I think about being tied up, but today...”
“Go on.” Wes danced his fingers around Dustin’s belly button. “What did you want today? When you were all bored—bet no one there had any clue about your filthy, filthy mind.”
Dustin shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “Only you.”
“That’s right.” Wes rewarded him with a fast lick across one nipple, loving how even that brief contact made Dustin gasp.
“Hard. Hard enough to make my teeth shake. On all fours. You making me beg for it.” Dustin’s voice was soft and thin as tissue paper.
“Oh that I can deliver.” Wes grinned down at him. “You want to beg?”
Their eyes met as Dustin nodded and the amount of trust there was staggering. Made Wes almost literally recoil. He had to take a quick breath in through his nose to steady himself.
“What’s wrong?” Dustin’s forehead creased. Fuck. He was far too damn observant.
“Sure you wouldn’t rather I rim you senseless again?” Wes hedged, trying to sound diabolical, not nervous. “I’m just thinking—”
“Do you not want to fuck me?” Dustin propped himself up on his arms. “Fucking hell, Lowe. I’m telling you I want to beg for it and you’re backpedaling. You do this to all the guys you fuck? This part of making me ask for it? Threatening not to do it?”
It would be easy to nod, make it part of their game, but Dustin was trusting him with so fucking much, maybe Wes could trust him with the truth. “No other guys,” he admitted.
“What?” Dustin’s eyes did a weird twitchy thing. “No, you don’t mind-fuck everyone like this or no other guys period?”
“The last one.” Wes drew a deep breath. “I’ve fucked, but never topped.”
“Seriously? Why?” Releasing a harsh laugh, Dustin blinked hard.
“I love how you assume I’ve had abundant opportunities.” Wes joined him in laughing because it was easier than getting indignant. “Told you that my high school boyfriend wouldn’t go there. Then came the military, and between that and family stuff and liking to keep to myself, there hasn’t exactly been a line out the door or a lot of chances. Even when I went into DC to the bars, it was usually just oral or something like that.” He didn’t add that most guys assumed Wes would bottom or at least be flexible in that regard. Which he could be, but he fucking loved how Dustin had always, right from the start, envisioned Wes doing the fucking, had been more than willing to take orders and direction from him. Even now, Dustin seemed incredulous that Wes hadn’t had a chance to do this before.