Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“You’re more fun.”
His lips quirked. “That’s always been my theory. But I’m sorry my work schedule made me miss this.” He tilted his head toward the fresh paint on the walls. “Did Wyatt help you paint after bringing our dinner?”
“No. I wanted to do it myself, give it time to dry before you got here.”
“I like it.”
Solomon’s smile was almost shy. Pleased.
Sexy.
“Yeah? Stephen and James were both surprised at how different the place looks. I might have to shock everyone and host a Finn Again myself one night.”
Hugo moved closer and wrapped his arms around Solomon’s narrow waist. “That would shock me too, since I’ve never actually seen you cook anything more complicated than eggs.”
Solomon leaned into him, biting his lower lip and pressing their chests together. “Eggs are complicated.”
“Whatever you say, baby.” He slid his hand into Solomon’s loose jeans, squeezing his ass. “Sounds like you had more company than usual today. I’m surprised you still wanted me to drop by.”
“I always want you here, but yeah, it was an interesting day.” Solomon kissed him softly, arousal still simmering between them, even after their passionate reunion upstairs.
It never went away. If Hugo had thought he would get him out of his system, he realized now it was never going to happen. The more he had, the more he wanted. The more he’d seen of Solomon when he wasn’t being Chief Finn, the more he liked.
More than liked.
“So how long is it going to take to heat up?” He asked, breathless when he raised his head again.
“Long enough for me to have what I’ve been hungry for all day. I might have had a fantasy of my own about this kitchen.” Solomon’s impossible blue eyes were intent as he walked Hugo back toward the table, lifting him off his feet and onto the wooden surface easily enough to turn him on.
Hugo’s laugh became a gasp at the rough treatment his sweatpants got as they were dragged down his thighs. “Are you sure no more Finns are showing up for dinner?”
“They all know better.” Solomon smirked at him, setting the lube beside Hugo’s hip and lowering his head to kiss his neck. His chest. When he sucked hard on his sensitive nipple, Hugo arched his back.
“Damn, I love your mouth.”
And the way Solomon took every excuse to use it, as if he couldn’t help himself. He felt the rumbling groan as teeth skimmed across his stomach and that talented tongue traced his hipbones.
He knew where that mouth was going. It made him want more. “Give me your hand.”
When Hugo reached for the lube Solomon bit his lower lip, growling as he felt its weight in his palm. “What’s this for?”
“Touch me,” he said, his throat dry. “I want you touching me.”
Solomon licked precum off the head of his cock, making him groan. He heard the pop of the cap before wet fingers rubbed against the seam of his ass. “Oh fuck, Younger.”
Solomon’s rough fingers were steady and sure, teasing and massaging him as his mouth slowly slid down his shaft.
Please.
Hugo’s nails dug into the table behind his back, his body strung tight as a bow as Solomon took his time, seemingly in no hurry to stop what he was doing. The long seduction played hell with his nerves, leaving him stuck in that breathless moment of anticipation until he wanted to scream. Beg.
“Younger, please,” Hugo cried, frustrated. “Do it. Don’t make me wait.”
His mouth lifted and he watched Hugo from beneath his lashes, one slick finger probing, pushing deep inside. “Is this what you want?”
Hugo groaned, shivering. “Yes. Oh God that’s it. That’s… Jesus.”
Solomon deep-throated his cock, adding another finger in his ass. Hugo nearly bent in half at the dual assault. He forced himself to watch, his hips lifting off the table as Solomon took every inch with an eager dedication that had him grinding his jaw in restraint. He didn’t want this to end.
Thick blond hair tangled around his hand as he held on tight, rocking against him. “That’s it, Younger. Take it all. God, your fingers are filling me up. Fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me until I come down your throat.”
Harder. Oh God, yes.
His thigh muscles strained as he rode Solomon’s hand, hips pumping into his mouth. Helpless. Hungry.
Again and again fingers brushed against his prostate while Solomon sucked down his cock like it was his last meal.
He couldn’t look away from the erotic sight. Couldn’t stop whispering dirty commands to watch his lover’s body shudder in reaction. He could feel the end coming and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. It was too good.
“I’m coming, Younger. Coming so hard for you, baby.”
His orgasm was a flood that pulled him under and tossed him against the rocks. His body jerked with every jet of his release, every hungry swallow against his flesh as Solomon drank him down.