Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
The first touch to Connelly’s bare chest was everything he lived for, everything Z needed. He skimmed his palm up, feeling the hard nub of Connelly’s nipple, then over his shoulder and down his uninjured arm. Ever since their first night together sex was easy, as if they were full of the same desires. Z stepped closer so he could lick up the strong column of Connelly’s throat then he nibbled on the fleshy lobe of his ear, delighting in Connelly’s answering shiver.
Even though Connelly was bigger in every way, he allowed Z to take the lead now and that control was thrilling. Z had his detective at his mercy and it was so much more than a physical need that tightened his chest. He was radiating from the inside and every action was just his way of releasing all his overflowing affection. Before Connelly, his life was full of sarcasm and darkness but now everything shone with hope and dreams. He could feel it unfurling like flowers under the sun.
Tonight it wasn’t about fucking. It wasn’t sex. It wasn’t anything so basic.
Tonight they were making love.
With trembling fingers, he unfastened Connelly’s pants and slid them over his hips. This time, Z took a moment to study Connelly’s cock. This was the last and only cock he’d see for the rest of his life—if he had any say—and he wanted to know every inch. It jutted out from a thatch of coarse dark hair and was long enough to paint Connelly’s belly button with the precome that dripped from its slit.
“No wonder you made me see stars, Hot Fudge. That is a thing of beauty.” His voice filled with awe.
“You’ve seen it before.”
As he wrapped his fingers around it, he looked deep into Connelly’s eyes. “It looks different in this light.”
“Yeah? Bigger?” Humor twinkled his hazel eyes and Z smiled.
“If it were any bigger I’d think you were a horse or something.” He stroked up and down. Connelly’s lips parted on a shaky inhale.
“You’re making me crazy, Azariah.”
“Good.”
Connelly’s laugh sounded tortured as he cupped Z’s jaw. Then they were kissing again while Z fondled the hard, hot flesh in his grip. It was thick and pulsed with fevered heat in a way that had Z’s cock throbbing and his asshole vibrating. He wanted Connelly inside him. They’d be joined again like they were meant to be and he’d finally be able to let go of his last bit of restraint.
With Connelly, he could finally be free. He could fly with the surety that someone would be there to break his fall when he came crashing back to earth.
* * *
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come with my pants around my knees.” Connelly panted against Z’s cheek. He was so turned on he had to clench every muscle to keep the orgasm from shooting free like a rocket.
“Would that be so bad?”
“I’d rather not. Besides, there are far more intriguing positions. Don’t you think?”
Z stepped away with a naughty smirk and crossed toward the bed, hands at the waist of his pants. Halfway, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “You just want to see my ass.”
He pushed the tight jeans to the floor in one swift move so he was bending over. It was the sexiest thing Connelly had seen in a while. He had the perfect view of Azariah’s luscious ass, his soft, hairless sac and his lean thighs. Connelly toed off his shoes and kicked out of the tangle of fabric. Two large steps brought him right behind his lover. He dropped to his knees and bit Azariah’s thick ass-cheek, then he flicked his tongue over the sweet star.
“Fuck,” Azariah said, shaking.
“You shouldn’t tempt me like that unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”
Azariah stood and did a little half upper-body turn to meet Connelly’s eyes. “Maybe next time. I don’t want any more delays.”
Connelly frowned and buried his face in Azariah’s ass, stretching his cheeks wide with both hands until he could reach the treasure hidden within. He nibbled the wrinkled skin there and then laved it with his tongue.
Azariah groaned and clutched his shoulder. “Help me get my shoes off,” he said.
Reluctantly, Connelly stopped and went to work untying the laces until he could fling the shoe across the floor. He did the same for the second and then pushed the denim from Azariah’s legs so he was completely naked. From his kneeling position, Connelly looked up just as he placed a tender kiss to Azariah’s hip. He felt like he was worshiping a god like this, with Azariah standing over him, shining like a diamond against black velvet.
He rose and scooped Azariah into his arms.
“What the hell?”
“Shush.” Connelly kissed his forehead as he crossed to the bed.
“If I wasn’t so desperate, I’d totally kick your ass for this.”