Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
It was a terrible idea, sure to result in humiliation and disappointment, but Spencer went through with it anyway. Because the only thing worse than Emilio looking at him in the altogether and changing his mind about wanting to take things further would be spending the rest of his life knowing he’d walked away from a man who was not only incredibly attractive, but also seemed nice and gentle and interested in him. No, Spencer wouldn’t walk away. This was a chance worth taking. So he stripped off his clothes, placed them in the laundry basket, and walked into the bathroom.
When he stepped into the shower, Emilio was already under the spray, his head tilted back and eyes closed. That gave Spencer a chance to assess the complete picture of the man who had inexplicably followed him home. The mere fact that he didn’t swallow his tongue in reaction to the sight before him warranted a prize.
Whatever image Spencer previously had of physical perfection was dwarfed by the specimen of male beauty before him: cut muscles on his stomach and hips, no discernible body fat, thickly veined arms, large, low-hanging balls, and a dick that looked only half-hard but still more than long and thick enough to stretch him in the best way possible. He moaned at the sight, clueing Emilio in to his presence.
The beautiful man stepped out of the shower stream, wiped his palms over his eyes, and then blinked them open, landing his sparkling gaze right on Spencer. It wasn’t a particularly large space, so there wasn’t a lot of room to spare, but it didn’t matter, because Emilio immediately wrapped his arms around Spencer’s nude body and drew him close. “Hey,” he said with a smile. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Wow,” Spencer said as he ran his hands across Emilio’s shoulders and down his flanks. “You have an amazing body.”
Emilio bent forward and kissed his way across Spencer’s jaw as he maneuvered him toward the wall and pressed him up against it. “I’m glad you think so.” He put his hands on either side of Spencer’s neck and dipped his face down, whispering, “I like the way you look too, cariño,” right before he moved his lips over Spencer’s in a passionate kiss.
With a soft touch, Emilio ran his fingers over Spencer’s neck and licked and sucked at his lips. Spencer moaned and opened for him, kissing him back as he rubbed his hands over all the slick muscles in Emilio’s back and round, firm ass.
“Mmm,” Emilio moaned. “Feels good.” He rolled his hips so their dicks settled side by side, and then ground himself against Spencer as he continued his devouring kiss and his constant touches.
As he had when Emilio kissed him earlier, and, for that matter, when Emilio had done nothing more than speak to him, Spencer found himself hardening in reaction to this man’s attention. It felt amazing, so he moved against the hard body, rubbing and touching and kissing. Then, completely uninvited, the memories of his previous sexual encounters entered his mind.
Yes, he had an erection right now, which was a wonderful improvement, but what if he couldn’t maintain it? What if he couldn’t cum? What would Emilio say or think? Peter, Spencer’s ex, had been several years older than him, and while sex between them had been frustrating for Spencer, on the rare occasions they’d had it, Peter seemed satisfied so long as he got off.
“Hey.” Emilio moved his hand from Spencer’s head, down his cheek, and over to the side of his neck. “What happened?” he asked as he rubbed his thumb over Spencer’s skin. “Where’d you go?”
Too ashamed to face Emilio’s gaze, Spencer looked down and said, “I’m right here. I don’t know what you mean.”
Not stopping the soothing back-and-forth movement of his right thumb, Emilio held on to Spencer’s shoulder with his left hand and maintained the pressure of his pelvis against Spencer’s, keeping him in place.
“Listen, Spencer, I know we just met, but I’m a jump-in kind of guy. When I see something I want, I tend to go after it, and I’ve been wanting you forever. But I’m not looking to push you or anything. If you need me to slow my ass down, tell me. Just because I won’t like it don’t mean I won’t listen, all right?” He moved his thumb under Spencer’s chin and tipped it up until their gazes met. “My mama’s always sayin’ I gotta learn how to be patient. But I’ve been waiting since the first day I saw you, so to me, this thing has been a long time coming.” He shrugged and looked sheepish as he said, “I get that you might not feel the same way, and I’m sorry if I’m movin’ too fast here.”
For as short as it was, Emilio’s speech managed to evoke several emotions in Spencer. He was undeniably attracted to Emilio’s take-charge attitude and yet comforted by his sensitivity and willingness to move at what he perceived to be Spencer’s pace. He was impressed by the maturity displayed by someone so young and charmed by the hallmarks of that very youth sprinkled in—like considering a couple of weeks to be forever.