Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Cassidy’s beard scraped across his skin, drawing a faint shiver from him, and a sound that made Cassidy tighten his arm around his waist, dragging him closer until he felt the hard evidence of his desire.
“I want you so damn bad,” Cassidy said, caressing his thumb along his bottom lip before he kissed him again.
Xander broke the kiss with a rough breath. “We have to be careful.”
“I know.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
Cassidy studied him. “Tell me you want me.”
“More than anything.”
Cassidy’s eyes darkened and Xander kissed him again.
This time, Cassidy didn’t hold back. Hunger surfaced, hot and shaking at the edges. His mouth worked over his with a need that made Xander’s whole body ache.
Cassidy hooked his good arm beneath him and lifted him with one powerful pull, drawing him up and over until Xander was straddling him.
A startled breath left him as he tried to lift his weight off but Cassidy held him there with a firm palm.
“You stay right there.”
“You call this careful?” Xander moved gently, shifting lower.
Cassidy didn’t speak. Instead he reached for the belt of his robe and worked it loose slowly, almost reverently, his eyes never leaving Xander’s face.
Cassidy parted the thick fabric inch by inch, revealing him with a quiet awe that made Xander feel cherished even as heat rushed up his chest.
Cassidy licked his lips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
His gaze dropped over Xander with open appreciation.
He wasn’t ashamed of his body, but he wasn’t as fit as Cassidy. He was round and full in all the places Cassidy was hard and muscular. But the way Cassidy stared at him eliminated any thoughts of inadequacy he’d been building up in his head over the past few weeks.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” Xander confessed. “Long before men were sent to hurt me.”
Cassidy dragged his palm along the inside of his knee, up his thigh, and the full curve of his stomach.
“But you never looked at me.”
“Oh, I looked.” Cassidy eased his hand down further.
Xander’s heart hammered not from anxiety, but from the profound aching and anticipation.
He leaned down and licked a slow, wet stripe from the hollow of Cassidy’s throat to his ear.
A sound broke from Cassidy, low and wrecked, sending pleasure and boldness curling through him.
Cassidy tightened his hand around his waist and dragged him down until their bodies fit together.
He shifted his weight, mindful not to press on Cassidy’s sore ribs, hovering over the dark bruises, and kissing them one by one, tender and grateful, before he captured his lips in a deeper kiss.
Cassidy groaned against his jaw and his body responded.
Kiss after kiss, each one was slower than the last, until the pace became its own kind of torment.
Cassidy breathed against his neck, his voice raw and gritty. “There’s lube in the side pocket of my bag."
Xander pulled back, his skin humming.
He slid off the bed and went to the bag, his fingers trembling as he found the bottle.
He climbed back over Cassidy, straddling his hips.
He pushed the lubricant in with slow, careful fingers, preparing himself while Cassidy watched, his breath hitching as he caressed his thighs, fisting his hard length with barely there pressure.
“I’m gonna have me another taste of you soon,” Cassidy growled while stroking him, grazing his blunt thumb back and forth over his slit.
The intimacy, adoration, and care was overwhelming. Xander didn’t worry about how he looked or sounded after he had three fingers inside him. All he could think about was replacing them with Cassidy’s thick cock.
“Damnit,” he breathed, already so close, hoping he didn’t embarrass himself.
Cassidy gripped the base of his dick and positioned the head of his cock against his hole. He stared Cassidy in the eyes as he slowly eased onto his lap.
He gasped when Cassidy was only halfway, his head falling back. It was a hot, stretching sensation that felt like being branded on the inside.
"You okay?" Cassidy whispered.
"Yes," Xander breathed on a moan. "You’re so much more than…"
“So are you,” Cassidy grunted, his voice sounding strained. “Your body’s so fuckin’ soft.”
The back of his thighs finally met Cassidy’s lap and the groans they both released were a harmonious sound of relief, contentment, and intense pleasure.
Xander felt every inch of Cassidy, everywhere.
When he could breathe, he began to move his hips in slow gentle circles, but the pressure to explode was already building fast.
He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. “Fuck, Cassie.”
Cassidy’s hand was strong, steady on his hip, guiding him, and pulling him closer with every forward rotation.
“Say my name like that again, and I’m gonna forget I have a bruised rib.”
Xander responded with another kiss, grinding his hips down.
Cassidy frowned, his dick getting harder, pulsing inside him, as he pushed upward, meeting Xander’s descent and hitting a place in him that made sparks light in the corners of his vision.