Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“I love it. I may move in tomorrow.” Chuckling, Luis started removing his clothes.
Please. Do. But somehow he managed to snort, not reveal that private wish.
“Seriously, this is gorgeous.” Still moving stiffly enough that Tucker felt for him, Luis finished stripping, revealing his muscled body. It was a working man’s body with several scars—upper back, arms, and one across his thigh. However, to Tucker, he was more gorgeous than any airbrushed model. He liked everything from the gleaming tats to his already half-hard cock, and all of it made his own blood hum.
Sliding back behind Luis, he dropped a kiss on his shoulder. “So are you.”
“Flatterer. I’m a dusty mess.”
“But a cute one.” He managed to sneak in a neck kiss before Luis wiggled away.
“Less compliments, more naked.” Luis flipped the shower on while gesturing for Tucker to get busy.
“Okay, okay.” Tucker made fast work of undressing, slipping into the shower right behind Luis, who turned to give him an appreciative look.
“That’s more like it.” Luis tilted his head, getting his hair and body wet before he moved closer to Tucker, looping his arms around him, pulling him close for a soft kiss.
“Yeah, it is.” Not ready to let him go, Tucker held him tighter, bestowing a kiss of his own. This one started like kindling catching a spark in winter, soft glow, gradually increasing in warmth until there was a powerful blaze, heating him from the inside out. They went from trading little sips and nips to Luis backing him against the wall, all out claiming his mouth. The tile was cool against his back while Luis was warm and urgent against his front, and the contrast was enough to make his cock pulse.
“Damn.” Breathing hard, Luis moved so that their hard cocks brushed, making them both moan. “You’re going to distract me from my plan to soap you up.”
“Me first.” Tucker grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted some in his hand, gleefully lathering up Luis’s chest and arms, reveling in his smooth, slippery skin. Laughing, Luis retaliated by getting his own palm full of soap and rubbing it all over Tucker as he continued his mission to touch as much of Luis as possible.
“I’m not sure we’re supposed to have this much fun.” Still grinning, Luis moved so that they could both rinse off.
“Sure we are.” Tucker pulled him back into his embrace for a quick kiss.
Luis’s eyes danced. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I am...fuck.” His voice went from boast to groan as Luis fisted his cock, stroking slowly. “You’re too good at that.”
“Mmm. Just you wait.” Licking his lips, Luis raised his eyebrows.
Unfamiliar need unspooled in Tucker’s gut. He wanted. His body wasn’t entirely sure what yet, but simply that look was enough to unleash a powerful urgency. Behind the need was a tremor of nerves, worry that Luis had way more experience in this sort of thing. “That confident?”
“Take pride in your skills.” Luis shrugged, adjusting his position so that the spray rained down on his back. “That’s what my abuela was always saying.”
“Somehow I doubt she meant that.” Tucker moved so that even more water could massage Luis’s back.
“Point. But I still stand by my claim. It’s not bragging when it’s true.” Arching into the spray, he briefly closed his eyes.
Not even Tucker’s dreams had ever conjured up such an arousing sight, and again he worried that maybe he’d be the one letting Luis down. He exuded sex appeal while Tucker...well, he was Tucker.
“Now I’m the one worried I won’t live up to your lofty standards,” he finally admitted as he took a minute to actually shampoo and wash instead of simply finding more excuses for making out. “I haven’t... I’m not sure of all the moves and rules.”
“There’re no rules. Only what feels good.” Luis punctuated his words by pulling Tucker close again and giving him a lengthy kiss that went a long way to chasing out Tucker’s nerves. Luis’s eyes were tender, like he knew something of Tucker’s unease. “And it’s you. It’s going to be good, even if you change your mind about the fucking part.”
“Not changing my mind. I want this with you. For exactly that reason. It’s you.” Not releasing Luis, he gave him a firm but fast kiss.
“It’s us.” And with that, they were kissing again in earnest, Luis backing him into the corner until they were rocking together, lips and tongues and teeth combining to get him back to that needy, urgent place.
“Damn. I wish we could stay right here forever,” he groaned when Luis finally let him up for air.
“Your water heater might have something to say about that.” Luis laughed, which honestly was probably better than him taking Tucker seriously. Forever wasn’t on the table, and he didn’t need the burden of knowing how much part of Tucker wished it was.