Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Like that?” Too worked up to bother with teasing, he went straight for the firm strokes that Esteban had liked in previous encounters.
“Tighter. Fuck.” Moaning, Esteban did some sort of magic, clenching around Russ’s cock in a way that had him skating closer to coming.
“Do that again,” he demanded.
“This?” Esteban’s teeth sunk into his lower lip as he deliberately worked his muscles.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” No way was Russ lasting, not when it was this damn good. And it wasn’t just the physical sensations, amazing as they were. It was watching Esteban, seeing all his reactions, and the rush of being able to make someone he liked so much feel this good. Sex with a friend was different, mind-blowingly so.
“Yeah, let go. Fuck, Russ.”
“Need you.” He needed Esteban to come too, but he was rapidly losing control, especially with Esteban riding him faster now.
“With you. Promise.”
“There.” His body tensed, welcoming the point of no return, and he sped up his strokes of Esteban’s cock, trying his damnedest to get him there too.
“Me…too…” Face scrunching up, Esteban came with a harsh shout, the first shot of come hitting Russ’s shoulder, and Russ tumbled right after him, climax so intense that it bordered on painful, the way it used every muscle, every last drop of his adrenaline.
“Oh hell. You’ve ruined me.” He held Esteban close as they both shuddered.
He was serious too. He wasn’t sure sex with anyone else would ever compare this moment right here, feeling so sated and so close together. Felt like they’d been through something together, something significant. Transformative even, giving him fresh clarity about…well, everything.
“Good.” And maybe Esteban felt the same way because he kissed Russ, soft and leisurely, like he had no intention of moving any time soon. Which was good because neither did Russ.
He was staying right where he was, as long as he could. That was what the heart of his realization had been about—that there was no place he’d rather be then right here, right now. And now to hope Esteban had shared his light-bulb moment.
Chapter Twelve
Esteban had always been weirdly energetic after sex, something that had driven other lovers crazy, as they mostly preferred to sleep. But Russ had proved to be someone perfectly content to let Esteban babble as long as he wanted after orgasm.
It wasn’t any different on Christmas Eve, as they lay in a contented heap, talking about all sorts of random things, even after they’d cleaned up and snuggled under a mountain of blankets. Both cats had emerged to come lounge on the end of the bed. The usually skittish Keith, who was also Siamese but smaller and more delicately built than Lance, even let Russ pet him briefly. Outside, it was raining, another wet Oregon Christmas on the way, but inside they were warm and dry and happier than Esteban could remember being in a long time.
“Am I keeping you awake?” he asked as Russ yawned in the middle of a conversation about what they’d do with a lottery win.
“Nope.” Russ kissed the top of Esteban’s head.
Russ made an excellent pillow and that the sheer coziness of their position was a big part of why he was still awake. Russ was warm and fuzzy, and despite a rather pleasant ache reminding Esteban of what they’d done earlier, his dick couldn’t help but notice how cuddly Russ was.
“Or maybe you’re hoping for a round two?”
“More sex?” Russ laughed. “Thought we established that you killed me dead. I mean, I’m not gonna turn you down. But I’m good. I just like talking with you. That’s all.”
“More like you’re sweet.” Stretching, Esteban gave in to the urge to kiss Russ’s mouth again. Maybe Russ didn’t need a second round of sex, but Esteban might need another go if he was going to sleep at some point before dawn. “I’m not sure what it is. I should be exhausted. But you hype me up.”
“Good. And it’s the same. I’ve… I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never.” Russ offered him a tender smile, but the sincerity in his eyes gave Esteban pause. This didn’t feel like simple pillow talk anymore. Russ meant what he was saying.
“Russ… You don’t have to flatter me anymore. I’m a sure thing,” he said lightly, even as his stomach churned.
“Yeah? Well so am I. And I’m not going to pretend this is strictly casual for me when it’s not.”
“You’re on the rebound.” Esteban’s heart was hammering, a frantic beat out of sync with the way the rest of his body thrilled to Russ’s words. He wanted to hear them. He simply didn’t trust them. “I’m sure it feels serious to you, but reality—”
“Reality is that I like you. A lot. Being on the rebound has nothing to do with that.”
“Sure it does. A few days ago you were committed to what’s-his-name.”