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)
It had been Tor at eleven, looking a police officer dead in the eye and insisting that Tyson had been reading him a bedtime story at the time the liquor store on Hatcher had been robbed, which was the day before the electric bill got paid and their power got turned back on.
It had been Tor at twelve, convincing the guy who owned the Food Mart that he’d save money by hiring him because he could pay him in cash and not report it, something Jule hadn’t understood but had been an effective way to get money into the house.
It had been Tor at thirteen, gazing at a confused, bruised, angry Jule and recognizing that what Jule wanted was a kiss.
It had been Tor at fourteen, dragging a nearly unconscious Trey home from a party and sitting next to him all night to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit.
It had been Tor at fifteen, telling a petrified Travis that he’d be a good father despite none of them having seen an example of one, and making him believe it was true.
It had been Tor at sixteen, explaining to Titan that they could buy a dilapidated trailer and make it habitable and then spending nearly a year learning how to do precisely that.
And it had been Tor at seventeen, hearing shouting and gunfire, understanding exactly what it meant, and running straight to it. There was no doubt in Jule’s mind that anxiety would prevent him from ever sleeping again if he knew what Tor had actually experienced when they’d been apart, and he was equally certain that Tor had handled it all without wavering or hesitating.
“I’m here, Jule.” Tor slid his hand to Jule’s chest, lightly grazed his fingertips back and forth across his skin, and again said, “It’s all over now.”
He nodded his understanding and gently rocked his hips, skimming his ass over Tor’s burgeoning erection. “Fuck me.”
Tor leaned back, and Jule looked over his shoulder and watched him reach for the bottle of lube. They’d had sex in so many random places when they’d been young that lube hadn’t been an option or a consideration and Jule was accustomed to sex without it, but Tor seemed to prefer it over spit, so he didn’t argue. Besides, he enjoyed the view of Tor slicking his thick, veined cock.
“Get in me,” Jule rasped when the scene had his dick throbbing and his hole clenching.
“So impatient.” Tor pressed his face to Jule’s hair and inhaled deeply. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me, hopefully.”
Tor chuckled and dragged his cock between Jule’s ass cheeks.
He moaned, dropped his chin to his chest, and closed his eyes.
“You’re warm.” Tor grazed his crown against Jule’s opening, poking and prodding, but not entering him.
“I will murder you,” Jule warned.
“I’d probably enjoy it.” Tor slid one arm under Jule’s waist and rested his palm on his belly and snaked the other over his chest and massaged his pecks. “Put it in.”
With a moan that came from deep in his gut, Jule reached behind himself, gripped Tor’s dick, pressed it against his rosebud, and held it in place as he tilted his ass back, taking the mushroom head past the ring of muscle and into his body.
“Always so fucking tight,” Tor groaned. He pushed all the way into Jule’s ass and then slowly dragged himself out until just his crown remained inside.
“Not sure how considering how hard you went at me last night.” He moved his right hand to Tor’s hip and held on.
“Which time?”
Jule laughed. “Less talking, more fucking, stud.”
With a chuckle, Tor tightened his arms and then increased his pace, thrusting out and burying himself back in at a rapid clip, his hips slamming against Jule’s ass.
“Ungh,” Jule moaned. “So good.” He looked back over his shoulder, lifted his arm behind his neck and grabbed Tor by the side of the head, pulling him forward for a kiss.
The room filled with sounds of heavy breathing, messy kisses, and slapping skin.
“I’m going to come.” Tor wrapped his hand around Jule’s shaft and stroked.
“Fuck,” Jule moaned.
Grunting, Tor fisted his dick and pumped hard into his body, moving faster and faster.
“I’m there.” Jule pushed back hard, taking Tor as deep as possible, and then he lost it. The first shot hit his chest, then his ribs, then his belly. The pleasure went on and on, and by the end, he could barely breathe and the world had gone black around the edges.
Behind him, Tor was kissing and nibbling on his neck and catching his own breath, his arms still wrapped around Jule, holding him close. “That was so fucking good.”
“Mmm hmm,” Jule agreed. “Want to take a nap?”
He felt Tor’s head moving up and down in a nod. Then he gripped Jule’s hand, kissed his cheek, and sighed in satisfaction.