Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He finished tugging August’s pants and underwear down as August stepped out of his shoes. And when his thick cock sprang free, a pearl of liquid at the tip, Clint couldn’t help but lean in and taste him, first his precum, then sucking August into his mouth.
“Fuck.” August’s hand knotted in his hair, his hips pumping slightly.
“You taste good.” Clint inhaled his scent. “Smell good too.” He lapped at August’s balls.
“Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard?”
“Because I’m the hottest man you’ve ever seen?” Clint joked before going back to kissing and nuzzling August’s sac, then licking up his shaft.
“Must be it. Definitely.” He ran his hand through Clint’s hair, rubbed his back, like he just had to find ways to keep touching Clint while Clint sucked him off.
He loved the taste of August’s salty skin, the heavy weight of his cock, the way his ass tightened when he thrust forward, and how he shivered when Clint reached around to trace his crack.
“As amazing as that feels, you have to stop or I’m going to come before I can get inside you.”
“We wouldn’t want that.” Clint kissed the tip of August’s cock before pulling back. He moved over to position himself on the bed and grabbed the lube and a condom from his nightstand. “Do we need this?” Clint held up the condom. “Your call. I’ve been tested twice since the last time I was with anyone else. I’m negative.” They’d used one last time, but that was before their talk about dating and continuing to fuck around while pretending they knew what they were doing. He trusted that neither of them would be with anyone else while they were together.
“I’m negative too. As you know, I’ve only been with one person other than you in twenty years. I was tested after Lewis.” August knelt on the bed, plucked the condom from Clint’s hand, and placed it back in the drawer. “I want to know my load is inside you, the first person I ever wanted.”
Damned if that didn’t make Clint’s chest and throat tighten. He pulled August on top of him, savored his hard body. They kissed and rutted together, the hair on August’s chest rubbing his, Clint’s hands running from the bottom of August’s ass to his shoulders.
August kissed his way down Clint’s chest, abs, down Clint’s cock until he was peppering them over Clint’s balls. “I love feeling you this way,” August admitted.
Clint arched upward when he felt the wet suction of August’s mouth slide down his dick. August lazily sucked him, alternating between Clint’s prick and his balls. He kissed Clint a lot—his sac, his thighs, like he was treasuring Clint in this way he’d never experienced. Had never known he wanted or missed, but he knew he would miss it if they ever stopped doing this.
“Turn over,” August ordered, and Clint didn’t have to be asked twice. When he was on his belly, August settled between his legs and spread his ass cheeks. “I missed touching someone.” The first lash of his tongue flicked over Clint’s rim, making pleasure bounce around inside him. “Tasting someone.” Another lick. “Satisfying them.” He kissed Clint’s hole then, and it was so fucking sexy, Clint couldn’t stop himself from begging for more.
“Please.”
“Remember when you tortured me?” August asked.
“That was different.”
August chuckled. “I think I’m less patient than you anyway. I’m dying to get in your hole, first with my tongue, then with my cock.”
Clint groaned and humped the bed. Each time August’s tongue moved over him, probed at him, he felt like his body and his brain melted, like he turned into nothing but a vessel for the pleasure August was giving him.
“Fuck yes,” he said when he felt August’s finger pressing inside him. He used his tongue at the same time, finger-fucking and licking Clint out like he would be tested on Clint’s body afterward.
One finger became two, August rubbing his prostate and making Clint’s whole world spin out of control.
“You’re gonna make me come.”
“Not until I’m inside you.”
“Fuck me now,” he begged.
“Christ.” August pushed up onto his knees and grabbed the lube. Clint watched over his shoulder as August slicked up his cock, then Clint’s hole.
Clint spread his legs. August held himself up and over Clint, one hand on the bed, the other angling his erection right where they both wanted it. He kissed Clint’s shoulder while he pushed in, and fuuuuck, he was big—a nice, thick cock, maybe the fattest one Clint had ever felt.
“You okay?” August asked.
“Yeah, just go slow.”
“I got you.” August kissed him again, pushed forward slowly. Clint’s body felt stretched to the limit, pressure and discomfort, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. And when August was all the way inside him, buried deep, his breath on Clint’s neck, it was fucking perfect.