Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
JB’s tongue was tied. He was lost in the wonderful feel of Cole, the connection, the warm press of his chest against his back, and now those beautiful words. He’d thought this was going to be a quick, hard fuck that left them both sweaty and laughing, but this was becoming so much more. He didn’t know what to say. His brain locked up, completely devoid of any witty remarks. There was just Cole and this need for more.
Luckily, Cole chose that moment to move. There was no need to talk. Cole filled him completely, stretched him until all he could do was moan.
“Good?” Cole panted in his ear.
JB gave a jerky nod. “Yeah. More. Please.”
And God help him, Cole gave him more. He pulled back and thrust in one smooth motion. Each withdrawal was like sucking the air from his lungs and each push inward was like a full-body caress. So fluid and smooth. Hard and deep. Nothing in his life had ever felt so wonderful, so complete. Words poured out of his mouth, but he was reduced to muttering and pleading.
Behind him, Cole swore and slammed into him harder, giving him everything. Every brush over his prostate was electric. He wanted it to never end, but he could feel his orgasm barreling down on him. He tamped it, gripping the base of his dick hard. This couldn’t end.
Cole pressed his face into JB’s hair, his hot breath brushing across his sweaty back. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
JB broke. He barely managed to stroke his cock twice before it was spewing hot ribbons of cum across his pillow. He shouted and the world went white. Cole sped up, fucking him straight through his climax, leaving JB shattered in millions of splintered pieces around the room.
It was only the sound of Cole shouting his release that drew him back to one piece. His movements became jerky, and an arm wrapped like a vise across his chest, locking them even tighter together.
A final whimper left Cole, and he rolled them onto their sides on the bed. With a heavy sigh of relief, JB shoved the cum-covered pillow to the floor and closed his eyes. His head was resting on Cole’s biceps while Cole’s other arm was still draped across his chest.
“So?” JB asked, not caring how smug he sounded.
“How?” Cole panted behind him.
“What?” He had no idea what Cole was asking. He’d said one word and already lost the thread of conversation.
“How are you talking?” Cole finished. “I left my brain in the condom.”
JB laughed, rocking into Cole a little. In response, the arm across his chest tightened, but only for a second.
A disgusted sigh left Cole, and he could feel the man reaching between them. “Speaking of…” JB could feel what was likely Cole grabbing the edge of the condom as he slowly withdrew from his body. “I need to toss this.”
“Here.” JB reached back and took the filled condom from him. He leaned over enough to lob it onto the dirty pillow. “I’ve got a whole mess to clean up. It can wait.”
“You sure?”
JB rolled over so that he was facing Cole, their legs tangled together. “I’m sure. Otherwise, you have to get up and then I have to get up. This is so much more comfortable right now.”
Cole chuckled. “Of course you’re a cuddler.” But he still wrapped an arm around JB and pulled him in tight. Air particles couldn’t even crawl between them.
“I have never in my life been a cuddler.”
And that was the truth. He’d never been with anyone where he felt the need to cuddle. He’d lingered and chatted with a few lovers, but Cole was the first he’d felt the need to maintain that physical contact after sex.
“Interesting,” Cole said with a soft hum. “And will there be a next time?”
JB’s head popped up, and his mouth fell open as he tried to wrap his brain around Cole wanting to do this all over again.
“You want a next time?”
Cole’s grin turned almost feral as he rolled JB onto his back and hovered over him. “Remember, I was the one talking about living in your ass. I was thinking that it would be hard for us to work—fuck!” Cole broke off and glared at the wall as if it had done something to ruin all his dirty sex plans.
“What?”
Cole looked down at him, his expression softening into something like embarrassment. “I just remembered that it’s not even noon. You’ve got to work. I’ve got to work. We can’t lie around and fuck all day.”
JB lifted his head enough to steal a sweet kiss. “True, but after work and dinner, we can try to ruin the sheets in your room.”
Cole’s smile returned and they kissed slowly for a moment. “I love this plan.”
So did JB.