Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“I figured.” Tor dipped his chin. Tor was well versed in all his preferences, which meant he knew Jule liked to bottom, always.
“How?”
“Because I know you.” Tor kissed him. “You’re as unlikely to let someone punch you as you are to let him fuck you, and if anyone tried to do either, you’d beat the shit out of him.”
Tor, of course, had done both and Jule had not only let him, he’d encouraged him. “We’re fucked up, aren’t we?”
“Absolutely.” Tor nodded and covered Jule’s hand with his. “But your fucked up fits with my fucked up and as long as we’re fucked up together, who gives a fuck.”
“That’s the most romantic shit you’ve ever said.” Jule rounded his free hand around the back of Tor’s neck. “Give me that sweet mouth.”
Tor rolled on top of him, curled his hand around his throat, and kissed him.
He sank into the feeling, grazing his hands over Tor’s warm skin, learning new scars as he inhaled his familiar scent.
They’d been at it for a long while when Tor murmured, “I’m dying to eat you out.”
“Do it.”
Eyes locked with his, Tor moaned deeply and then wedged himself between his legs and kissed and licked his way down his body. He was slow and thorough, and by the time his face reached Jule’s sac, Jule’s toes and fingers dug into the sheets and his thighs were convulsing.
“Jesus, fuck, Tor,” he rasped. He was so turned on that a single additional touch would set him off.
“Not yet.” Tor shook his head, circled his palm just under Jule’s cockhead, and squeezed. “I haven’t even gotten started.”
Jule clenched his eyes shut. “Keep doing that and I’ll beat your ass. Don’t test me. You know I get off on that shit.”
Tor chuckled. “Then breathe and calm your ass down. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come.”
“Fuck you,” Jule muttered affectionately.
Another quiet laugh and then Tor spread his thighs wider, dug his fingers into the muscles, and pushed them up and out. Jule’s breath caught and he hadn’t had a chance to suck in air before Tor did as he had promised and buried his face in Jule’s ass.
“Fuuuuck.” Jule opened his eyes and looked between his legs.
Tor was licking and nibbling and sucking, ecstasy overtaking his face. He ate at Jule like he had been starving for it, whimpering and moaning as he went to town. His lips were soft, his mouth drooling, and when he straightened his tongue and pushed it into Jule’s hole, both of them went wild.
Tor snaked his arm down and started jerking himself.
Feet in the air, Jule reached both hands between his thighs and tangled his fingers in Tor’s hair, holding him close. He was dripping with spit, hole relaxed, cock rigid, and balls tight. “Please,” he gasped, not even sure what he was asking for, only knowing that it involved Tor.
Tor groaned and darted his tongue faster and somehow deeper while pressing his fingertips against Jule’s taint.
That was it. His muscles seized and his breath hitched for a full minute and then he arched his back and wailed as he erupted, come shooting so hard it hit his neck before pooling on his belly. He must have passed out for a few seconds because his next moment of awareness was Tor’s face above his, peppering him with kisses, licking his sweat and tears, and murmuring soft words. “Beautiful, perfect, love you.”
He knew Tor loved him just like Tor knew he loved him back, but they didn’t speak the words often. “God damn, Tori.” He wrapped his legs and arms around Tor and held him tightly. “I love you so fucking much.”
Chapter 10 – Age 27
“Jesus Christ, I miss who I was ten minutes ago when I hadn’t heard this bullshit.” Jule rubbed his palms over his eyes.
“Umm.” His client tipped his chair from side to side, making it squeak. Everyone who sat in that chair did that. The next time Jule was working late, he’d switch it with one in someone else’s office, because if he heard that fucking squeak one more time, he’d be the person sitting on the other side of this desk getting legal assistance for a murder charge. “What does that mean?”
Taking a deep breath, Jule opened his eyes and immediately rolled them. “It means, Lenny, that you should absolutely not take the stand.”
“Why not?” The man scrunched his eyebrows.
“Because you’re lying, which wouldn’t be an issue if you weren’t so fucking bad at it but you’re as terrible at lying as you are at stealing.”
“I wasn’t lying!” he insisted but his expression and tone weren’t believable that time either.
Jule glared at him.
“Fine, I may have been bending the truth a tiny bit.” He held his hand up, pointer and thumb an inch apart.
“A tiny…” Jule shook his head. “Man, if you bend that truth any further it’ll be able to suck its own dick.”