Wheels Up Read Online Annabeth Albert (Out of Uniform #4)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Out of Uniform Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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“Shit. Gonna...”

“No, you’re not. Not until I say.” Wes slowed his hand down.

“Need...” Dustin moaned, long and low.

“What do you need?”

“You.” Dustin’s breath came out in a rush.

“Good answer.” Wes chuckled.

“Bite me again? Please.” Dustin’s hips bucked upward to meet Wes’s hand.

“Oh I will. But you gonna shoot if I do it?” He ghosted his mouth along Dustin’s shoulder.

“No...” Dustin didn’t sound any too sure.

“You’re not going to come. You’re going to wait,” Wes said firmly, right before he bit Dustin again, sucking up a dark pink love bite that made his own cock throb.

“Please. Please, Wes. Let me come.”

Wes hissed in a breath. It was the first time since their initial greeting that Dustin had said his name, and damn he loved it, loved Dustin begging him in that needy voice, loved that Dustin knew exactly who was doing this to him. “Soon,” he promised. “You’re being so good for me.”

“I need it, need so bad.” Dustin’s cock pulsed in Wes’s hand.

“Yeah, you do. Look at you so ready for me. So hot. Letting me do whatever I want.”

“Yes. Anything you want.” Dustin’s whole body tensed, and for a second Wes thought he might actually shoot, but he just panted and moaned. “Do it. God, Wes. Anything.”

Anything was damn tempting, but Wes was right on the edge himself, needing to see this through. He didn’t trust himself not to lose control with anything other than stroking Dustin off. Holding Dustin tighter against him, he started jacking him with purpose. “Not until I say.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Dustin chanted. “Need it so bad.”

“I’m fixing to bite you again. Right here.” He rubbed his mouth across Dustin’s collarbone, below where his shirt would lie. “And you’re going to come when I do. This is your only chance. You come right then.”

“Oh fuck.” Dustin nodded frantically. “Do it.”

Stroking him hard and fast, Wes sucked on the tender skin, biting just enough for Dustin to feel it. Dustin gave a mighty groan, whole body surging upward, and the first shot hit Wes’s chin. He stroked him through it, releasing his skin to murmur praise in his ear. “So good, you did so good for me, Dustin.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” Dustin sagged against him. “I’m dead.”

“Not hardly.” Carefully, Wes moved, lowering him to the bed. Dustin turned his head toward Wes as he unzipped his fly. He couldn’t wait another second to touch himself. It wasn’t going to take much, a stroke or two maybe before he’d shoot all over Dustin’s messy torso.

“Wait. Lemme.” Dustin licked his lips and reached for Wes. “I wanna touch it.”

“I’m close,” Wes admitted. “You were so fucking sexy. You do that to me.”

“Yes.” Propped up on one arm, Dustin got a big hand on Wes’s aching dick. “Oh fuck, you feel good.”

“Yeah? You like touching my cock?” Wes preened. “Want me to come on you?”

“Oh fuck yes. Do it.” Dustin’s hand sped up, grip as perfect as if they’d done this a hundred times. He had the sort of working man’s calluses on his hand that drove Wes out of his mind right along with Dustin’s words. “Want you to come too. Fuck, you made me feel so good. Like flying. Never felt that way before.”

“Faster,” Wes ordered. “That’s it. I’m gonna shoot on you.”

“Do it.” Dustin arched closer to him, body straining like he was the one about to come.

Fuck. Wes couldn’t have held his orgasm back if a firing squad had been in front of him. Holding back was Dustin’s forte, not his. No way could he resist coming after witnessing the spectacle of Dustin’s submission. “Here it comes.”

Eyes squishing shut, he let it wash over him, wave after wavy of heady pleasure, tinged with the power he’d had over Dustin, the best climax he could remember.

“Oh fuck, you came buckets.” Dustin laughed, but didn’t sound put out.

“Here.” Still shaking, Wes reached down, snagged his T-shirt from the floor, and then used it to mop up Dustin’s stomach.

“Tired.” Dustin stretched out. “If we were on a call, I’d be forgetting to hang up again.”

“Rest.” Unable to resist, Wes dropped a kiss on his shoulder. He moved to get off the bed, but Dustin grabbed his wrist.

“You stay too. Just...lie next to me? Just for a little while?”

“Sure.” Wes stretched out behind him, running his hands lightly over Dustin’s arms and sides. He didn’t have a ton of experience with aftercare, nor could he pretend to know what was going on in Dustin’s head, but he was determined to give him what he needed right now. Sometimes after an intense session online, Dustin hung up fast to sleep, but more frequently, he seemed to need to talk himself down from the high, and Wes was happy to give him that.

“Is it always like that?” Dustin whispered. “That intense?”

Just with you. “No,” Wes admitted. “Not always. That was—” special “—different. You were amazing.”



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