Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
He looked down at O’Brian, searching the sea-green depths for signs of unease, but all he saw was a calm determination. Gonna take it like a man, aren’t you? he thought, filled with unwilling admiration. He wondered if he could have been so sanguine about the situation if their positions were reversed and doubted it. Still, he couldn’t let it go.
“You like this?” Valenti ground his pelvis against O’Brian’s, feeling his aching cock grow hard at the touch of his partner’s shaft, which was already a bar of hot steel branding his lower belly. “You think this won’t change us?” He was going to lose his best friend forever, and a perverse part of him wanted to rub it in -- to makes sure O’Brian knew that Valenti knew exactly what was going on. That he understood just how much he was losing.
“You think when you look at me when we get out of this place that it’ll be in the same way -- with the same eyes? Hell no!” He gave a sharp thrust against his partner’s belly, grinding their cocks together with a vicious friction that forced a hiss from between O’Brian’s teeth. “When we get out of here and you look at me, you won’t see your best friend, your partner. You’re going to see the man that fucked you, Sean. And you’re going to hate me for it.” His own eyes searched sea green with blazing intensity, daring his partner to contradict him. “You know it’s true -- admit it,” Valenti demanded harshly.
“Admit what -- that I’ll hate you when this is over?” With a sudden move, O’Brian was on top, straddling Valenti’s thighs and staring down at him with something like anger. “When are you gonna get it through that thick skull of yours that nothin’ you could do to me would make me hate you? Why are you doing this, Nick? You want me to make it easy on you? You want me to beg for it?” O’Brian rubbed himself roughly along the length of Valenti’s body, like a cat in heat. Leaning down, he tongued and nipped Valenti’s nipples, sucking until his partner gasped and arched up to get more of the agonizing pleasure.
“No, I ... oh, God, Sean ...” Valenti groaned as O’Brian held him down and kissed him, licking long, wet furrows across his chest and flanks with a single-minded intensity.
“Fine.” O’Brian looked up at last, panting, cheeks flushed and eyes bright as he surveyed Valenti, held captive beneath him. “Fine, I want you to fuck me. Is that what you need to hear to make this right? To make it easy on you? I wanna feel you inside me -- inside my body -- fillin’ me up with your thick cock. So fuck me, Nick. Do it now, ’cause I can’t wait anymore. Do it now.”
O’Brian rolled off him suddenly and turned onto his stomach, his face in the pillow, legs spread and ass in the air. Presenting, Valenti thought, sick with shame and desire. Opening himself for me. Offering his body for me to take -- to plunder -- to fuck. His cock was harder than it ever had been in his life, and he hated himself for it. How could he want to do this to his partner -- the man he loved most in the world? How could he long for this loss of innocence, this violation of his partner’s body and everything they held between them as sacred? And yet he did. God help him, he did.
Valenti longed to plunge hilt-deep into the willing flesh of his partner’s body. His cock ached to be encased in that warm haven. He wanted to punish O’Brian for putting these thoughts -- these unnatural urges -- into his head in the first place. For being so beautiful and so willing to touch and be touched. For tempting him to this sin -- this shame -- this ultimate betrayal. But I’ll get him ready first. I’ll be damned if I’ll rape him cold, or I’m no better than one of Conrad’s goons.
Roughly he grabbed O’Brian’s arm and turned the other man over. “Wha--?” O’Brian began, but Valenti didn’t give him time to finish the thought. With one motion, he had the other man flat on his back and O’Brian’s weeping cock buried deep in his throat. He had never done this before, had never even dreamed of it until the last month, when his attraction for his partner finally made itself known, but it seemed he knew instinctively what to do.
“Oh, God ... Nick!” came the low groan from O’Brian’s throat, but Valenti paid no attention to that; he was too involved in his work, in completing the task he had set himself. He would suck O’Brian dry, he decided. He would at least give his partner that much pleasure before he did the unthinkable ... the inevitable. Rape.