Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Don’t you know I feel the same about you?” Clint asked, his voice steady and filled with conviction.
“Yes, I do. It just blows my mind, is all.”
He tossed the lube to the bed, then let his body rest on top of Clint’s. He lifted Clint’s arms, nuzzled his left armpit, licking it and kissing it, his mouth and tongue wanderers and Clint’s body a whole new land for them to explore. He journeyed down Clint’s side, then back up, soaking up every moan Clint made and the way his body arched toward him.
He moved over to the right side, worshipping how masculine Clint’s body was, treating his right armpit with the same devotion as the left.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Clint said with a deep rumble, his hand tangling in August’s hair as he licked and sucked the skin of his chest, his abs, working his way down.
When August got to his cock—all hard and thick, veins working their way along his length—he flicked his tongue over the head, tasting the precum there, before taking Clint to the back of his throat.
“Sweet Jesus,” Clint gritted out, undulating his hips so he gently fucked into August’s mouth. He tasted like salt and soap, his dick hot on August’s tongue.
He kissed each of Clint’s hip bones, one, then the other. Nuzzled his balls, savoring them with his mouth too, before working his way to Clint’s erection again.
“It’s killing me not to feed you my load,” Clint said, and August had to admit, his cock twitched at the thought of draining Clint’s balls. But then he thought about how it felt to have Clint inside him, to be stretched out and filled, their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.
No, as great as sucking Clint off was, that wasn’t enough tonight. “You can’t shoot until you’re in my ass. That’s where you belong.”
Clint growled, pulled August up to him, hand at his nape, and crashed their mouths together. Their tongues battled as Clint flipped him so August was on his back and Clint on top. Then it was his tongue in August’s armpit—left, then right. His mouth exploring August’s body, tongue flicking at his nipples, cheek rubbing the hair on his chest, down his stomach, his happy trail, until Clint settled between his legs. “Hold them back for me. Let me see that pretty little hole of yours so I can eat it.”
Desire shot straight to August’s groin. He fucking loved Clint eating his ass. He tossed a pillow down to Clint, who shoved it beneath August, making it a little easier to get his tongue where they both wanted it.
August pulled his legs back, let out a deep breath when Clint sucked his balls, then groaned at the first lash of his tongue against his hole. Clint’s fingers pressed hard into his ass cheeks as he treated August to long licks down his crack, then targeted at his rim. Pleasure flooded his veins, traveled the length of his body, setting off explosions along the way.
Clint softened him up, working a finger inside him and then two, before replacing them with his tongue, licking and eating him out.
“Fuck yes, Clint. Christ, that’s good.”
He felt Clint smile against him, going at August with more hunger and want, like the words had spurred him on. August’s dick leaked on his belly, balls full and aching. When he stroked himself, Clint pushed two spit-slicked fingers inside him again and said, “No, that’s mine.”
He fucked him with those while he sucked August off, the hot, wet suction of his mouth and the feeling of Clint inside him making his whole world spin. Just when he almost lost it, when his orgasm bore down on him, nearly unstoppable in its force, Clint pulled back.
“If I can’t come until I’m inside you, the same rules apply to you.” He shoved up onto his knees, grabbed the lube and fingered August again, then added some to his cock.
Clint looked down, watching while he pushed inside August, and August watched his face. Clint’s cock was much thicker than his fingers had been, but August was used to Clint inside him by now. The fullness and the stretching just made him crave Clint more.
He started out slow, but then August begged, “Fuck me. Take me,” and Clint looked like he lost control. He thrust all the way inside, one smooth movement that made them both cry out together, Clint’s cock hitting August’s prostate just right.
Their eyes met as Clint pulled back and pumped his hips again, over and over, watching August in a way no one ever had, seeing him more deeply than anyone ever did, with so much damn devotion, August’s heart cracked open right then and there, fully pulling Clint inside, to that place where he was always supposed to be.