Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Finish your drink and let’s get out of here,” Soren said, picking up his own drink. Angel grabbed his, clinked it to the side of Soren’s, and tossed it back in a single swallow.
A few minutes later, they were hurrying down the street toward the small boutique hotel he’d selected for its overall anonymity. It wasn’t big and flashy, nor was it part of a larger, well-known chain. Most people didn’t even see it when they walked by, and that was perfect for him. He needed to disappear for a while, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself as he waited to hear from the buyer.
Standing in the elevator as they rode up to the third floor, Soren forced himself to stick to the side of the car opposite Angel. Otherwise, he’d have no hope of keeping his hands to himself, and he needed one last moment of clarity before they reached the privacy of his room.
“Any ground rules we need to discuss?”
A slow, sensual smile spread across Angel’s full lips and he pushed off from the wall, crossing the short distance between them. “I like to keep things simple. No games. No means no. Stop means stop immediately. And unintelligible moans are taken to mean ‘fuck me harder.’ Condoms are always worn for penetration.” He stepped between Soren’s legs and ran one hand up his chest. “Does that work for you?”
“Yes. Kissing?” Soren panted, wrapping his arms loosely around Angel’s waist.
Angel’s smile turned to something a touch sweeter, and his head cocked to the side as he stared at Soren. It was as if he were re-evaluating his opinion of him. The truth was, Soren loved kissing. He didn’t enjoy sex nearly as much when he couldn’t kiss the other person, but he’d encountered far too many one-night stands that didn’t allow kissing. They made the excuse that it was too personal, too intimate.
Yeah, well, he’d made a life of impersonal and detached. He wanted his sex to include a touch of the personal even if it was all temporary.
“Kissing is fine. I like kissing,” Angel softly admitted. He tilted his head up, offering his lips.
Soren reached for his cheek to pull him in at long last, but the elevator dinged, announcing the arrival at his floor. Angel moved away with a playful laugh, leaving Soren hard and hungry in the elevator car.
He stepped out and snagged Angel’s hand, jerking him down the narrow corridor with the faded wallpaper and slightly worn carpet. Angel’s dancing giggle chased after them until they reached his room on the corner. He fumbled with the stupid plastic key card before shoving it into the slot.
They’d barely made it into the room when Angel shoved him against the wall with surprising strength, his hot mouth clamping on his neck while the door slammed shut behind them.
With a moan, he grabbed Angel, pressing their bodies tightly together while capturing his mouth at long last. God, this man could kiss. The hot slide of tongue along his own, nibble of teeth, and haunting taste of alcohol combined to send what blood was left in his brain rushing to his dick.
He ran his hand down Angel’s lithe body, feeling all the muscles flexing and stretching under his thin clothes. Hard and lean, he felt so damn sexy, but it wasn’t enough. There was too much fabric between them. He needed to feel sweat, skin, and the rough rub of hair on his flesh.
“Amazing,” he groaned as he moved his mouth to lightly bite Angel’s jaw. He wanted to kiss and taste all of his skin.
A shaky laugh escaped Angel as his hands slipped between them and began unbuttoning his shirt. “We haven’t even gotten close to amazing yet. This is just the warm-up.”
Soren grabbed Angel’s ass, squeezing those taut muscles in both hands while grinding their hard dicks together. “As long as we both get off, this is an excellent start.”
“Speaking of,” Angel said, his voice catching. “You good to be fucked after you’ve come?”
“What?” he croaked, blinking hard. His brain wasn’t working anymore. Angel’s hot mouth and nimble fingers had left him unable to cobble together a clear thought.
“I’m dying to suck your cock,” Angel admitted. His eyes were bright in the dim hall light, and his face was beautifully flushed. They hadn’t gotten past the hallway entrance of his hotel room, let alone turned on any lights. “Afterward, I thought I’d bend you over the bed and fuck you until we can’t walk.”
“Fuck yes,” he moaned, and Angel instantly attacked his pants.
Within seconds, Angel was on his knees with his hand stroking Soren’s cock while Soren leaned heavily on the wall to keep himself upright. A low whimper of happiness left Angel and he licked his lips before looking up at Soren from under the longest eyelashes he’d ever seen. “This is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see if your hole is just as pretty.”