Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Scar lost himself in the wet slide and shared breaths. The way Gage tasted clean and innocent—it was a sacredness only he’d been allowed to enjoy.
Minutes stretched as their kisses got hungrier.
Scar broke away, trailing his mouth lower, licking a long path along Gage’s throat, nipping at his rapid pulse.
Scar moved farther down and bathed one nipple with the flat of his tongue, then the other, until they were hard peaks.
Gage arched and threaded his fingers through his hair that he’d washed, blow-dried, and let hang loose just for him. Gage tugged on it, spreading his legs wider.
He savored the inside of his thighs, grazing his teeth over the soft flesh.
Scar rubbed his stubble up and down Gage’s shaft, before he took the head in his mouth, and sucked slow and strong, rolling his tongue around the head.
“Your cock’s leaking for me already.”
Gage lifted his hips when he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed him until his noise was buried in his pubic hairs.
A raw moan tore from Gage, which only fueled Scar on, as he worked him harder.
He pulled off nosily and tongued Gage’s balls before lifting one of his legs and resting his calf on his shoulder.
His nipped at Gage’s hole, circling the puckered ring before pressing inside.
Gage gasped, body tensing then melting as Scar slicked him good, thrusting his tongue deeper.
“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he hummed as he eased his finger alongside his tongue.
Gage clenched tight around it, a needy whine escaping him.
Scar already possessed Gage’s heart. Tonight, he’d own his body.
Gage
Gage listened as Scar grabbed the lube he’d placed on the nightstand and flicked the cap open—the sound making his pulse spike.
Scar’s hot palm never left his cock, stroking with shallow pulls that he synced with the warm laps of his tongue against his hole.
He slid the first finger alongside his insistent tongue, and it felt so good he almost cursed.
The stretch was different but welcome. His body pushed back, but he exhaled and relaxed his muscles.
“That’s it, baby.” Scar pressed in a little more. “Open up for me.”
Scar sucked on the head of his dick as he eased in a second finger.
Gage’s legs shook, not from discomfort, but from overstimulation. He never thought it’d feel this good, this right.
Scar opened him bit by bit, love infused in every twist and press. And then he hit the spot Mirage had told him about, and he almost leapt off the bed.
“You like that?” Scar whispered against his sack, his voice so gritty and husky it vibrated his shaft.
“Yes,” he swallowed, eyes closed tight.
“Gonna’ bury my dick right there.”
He trembled at the thought as Scar continued to tease that spot with his fingers.
“Scar, now…need…right now.”
The words tumbled out without thought, raw begging that should’ve embarrassed him but didn’t.
He’d waited all his adult life for this moment, had prayed that his first time would be special, sacred, and with the one person who’d committed their life to him until death parted them.
And he’d found him.
Scar withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the shirt he’d tossed to the side.
Gage made a desperate sound at the sudden emptiness, already craving—just like Elias warned.
“Shhh, I’m gonna’ fill you up,” Scar said, kissing his way back up his stomach, chest, throat, and jaw before taking his mouth in another long kiss, filled with so much intimacy it made his chest ache.
Scar cradled his face with his rough hands as if he were something precious. “Love you,” he breathed between kisses. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
Gage answered by turning onto his stomach, and offering his virginity to his husband.
Scar kissed along his shoulder blades, then slid a pillow under him, putting him at the perfect angle.
Scar’s weight was just the comfort he needed to calm himself, though he had no doubt his husband would make this perfect.
Scar ground his hot, hard cock between his ass cheeks in slow circles before he lined himself up.
Scar nudged the blunt head against his hole and pushed in agonizingly slow. He readied himself for the burn or stinging but there was only sweet, stimulating pressure with every inch.
Scar groaned, stilling for a moment as if he was letting him adjust.
“All of it,” he sighed, his voice muffled by the pillows.
“I don’t wanna hurt you…at all.”
“You know we don’t hurt easily,” Gage argued, rocking back, trying to force more inside.
As if he’d shattered what was left of Scar’s restraint, he sank the rest of the way inside, filling him so completely it stole his breath.
“Oh my god,” he moaned.
Scar sank his teeth into his shoulder, his ragged breaths hot against his skin.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Scar paused again, pulsing and throbbing inside him, until Gage pushed back greedily, demanding more.
Scar half groaned, half laughed at his impatience.
He was about to snap at Scar for teasing him until he started moving, gentle and smooth, easing out halfway before thrusting deep.