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)
Jule’s throat felt too raw to speak. He crawled onto his bed, lay on his back, and spread his legs, making room for Tor between them.
Accepting his unspoken invitation, Tor eased onto him and caressed his face. “I will always protect you, Jule.”
That wasn’t something Jule doubted. Tor had always protected the family. With no functional parents around, the Dunworthy boys had raised one another, and even as the youngest, Tor had done his part, had taken care of his older brothers.
“I’m not fragile,” Jule reminded him.
“No, definitely not fragile.” Tor gazed down at him, his smile soft. He moved a few strands of hair off Jule’s forehead. “Precious.”
He hadn’t expected Tor Dunworthy to slay him with words instead of fists, but a single word in that voice with those eyes peering into his soul stole his breath more than any punch.
After a few quiet seconds, Jule rocked his hips, grinding his erection against Tor’s. “You feel so good on top of me.”
“Mmm hmm.” Tor trailed one hand down Jule’s torso until he reached his thigh, then he lifted it, rolled his lower body, and dragged his cockhead down Jule’s channel.
Jule trembled from head to toe. “Yes.” He pressed his face against Tor’s hair and breathed him in. That scent set him on fire with desire and calmed him with safety.
“I’m going to take care of you,” Tor vowed. He skimmed his hands up Jule’s arms and raised them above his head. “I won’t let you down.”
“You could never let me down.” He never had, not really. The situation they were forced into was frustrating beyond measure, but Tor wasn’t responsible for what his father had done, what his father could still do. The older he got, the more Jule realized that Tor was trapped, even more so than Jule. “And you’ve always taken care of me.” He wouldn’t have gotten through school without Tor. He still sometimes struggled to manage his anger, but when they were kids, it was a wild thing that took over before he could think and stop it. Tor had always been able to recognize it, avert it, shield it from people who wouldn’t understand. He folded both legs up and dropped his knees to the sides. “Get in me, Tori.”
Tor grinned. He lightly dragged his fingertips from Jule’s raised hands, down his arms, and past his pits. “Soon.” He nuzzled the base of Jule’s neck and trailed wet kisses across his clavicle and over to his nipple, which he flicked with his tongue and then suckled into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Jule moaned and arched his back. “That’s so good.”
When Jule was sore in the best way, Tor shifted his attention to the other nipple, rubbing, pinching, and then sucking it into his warm mouth. Eyes closed, he gave himself over to Tor and lost himself in the sensation.
“Those sounds you’re making are killing me.” Tor’s voice was hoarse. He licked a path from Jule’s chest, down his ribs, across his waist, and over to his dick. “And the way you smell.” Tor pressed his nose against Jule’s sac and inhaled deeply. “Fuck.” He rubbed his cheek up and down Jule’s cock.
He opened his eyes when Tor swiped his tongue over the head, not wanting to miss the view. “Going to suck me, Tori?”
“Fuck, yes.” Tor covered his glans with his mouth and pulled it in. “Mmm.” He licked his way down Jule’s shaft to his balls and mouthed each of them in turn before returning to his cock and sucking him deep.
“God damn.” Jule clutched each side of the pillow and thrust his hips. “Your fucking mouth.”
Tor kept working him over with that mouth, sucking his dick, licking his sac, and then lowering down and licking his crease and pucker.
“Love when you eat my ass,” Jule rasped.
“Love doing it.” Flattening his tongue, Tor lapped at the sensitive skin until Jule was wet with his saliva. He focused on his hole, probing, penetrating, and moaning.
“If you want to fuck me, you need to get your dick in me now because I’m about to fucking lose it.”
With a chuckle and another wiggle of his tongue, Tor rose to his knees and reached for the nightstand.
“You got me wet enough. Let’s go.”
Tor grinned at him. “We’re in a bed, alone, not rushing. Let’s mix things up and use lube, tough guy.”
“The fuck we’re not rushing. I want your cock in my ass.”
Slick fingers pushed into him. “You’ll get it.”
He roamed his eyes over Tor, landing on his groin. “You have the best dick.”
“Glad you think so.” Tor stroked the slick over himself and then pressed his crown against Jule’s rim.
“Do it.”
He dug his fingertips into Jule’s hip with one hand and held his own cock with the other as he pushed forward and breached him.
“Yes.” Jule’s back bowed. “Fuck yes.”