False Start (Playing for Keeps #2) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Playing for Keeps Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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Um…yes, please.

“You like me on my knees for you.” I leaned in and nipped at his earlobe with my teeth. “Tell me how much you want me. You remember how much I loved sucking your dick, but don’t pretend you wouldn’t do anything I asked if it meant getting me there…that you didn’t beg and plead to fuck my throat. I’m the best you’ve ever had, McRae. Ask me real nice and I’ll blow your fucking mind.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, tried to bite back a growl. He was barely holding on, nearly vibrating out of his skin. I loved that I could do this to Houston, that I was the first person to make Houston talk this way and act this way. That I was the first person he needed the way he had, and damned if I didn’t want to believe that I was still the only one who could do this to him, the only one he needed so damn fiercely.

“Just. Say. Please,” I whispered, fucking into his hand. “I remember how much you love your balls licked. I’ll play with them just how you like. All you have to do is ask me real nicely…while also maybe forcing me just a little bit.”

“Don’t ask for much, do you?” he replied. “You’re a dichotomy if I’ve ever seen one. You want me to ask you and make you at the same time?”

I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a complicated man.”

“You can say that again.” Houston grabbed the back of my neck and began pushing me down. “Please suck my dick, Cullen,” he asked prettily while also not letting me out of his hold.

I gladly allowed him to shove me down. It was where I wanted to be anyway. The shower was hard against my knees, but I didn’t care. I was practically dying for the weight of his cock on my tongue and the fat load that I knew he would spill down my throat.

“It’s why I didn’t eat much earlier. I wanted to save room for dessert.” I tilted my head up, keeping my gaze locked on his as I let my tongue make its first lap at his balls.

Houston hissed, knotting his hand in my shoulder-length hair. I sucked on his nuts for a while, one then the other, licking him and driving him wild.

Heat blazed in his eyes, nearly burned me to the ground as he watched me, biting his lip before pulling me back some and holding the base of his cock. His chocolate-colored hair was wet, hanging in his face. He looked blissed-out, like he was dying for me. I knew what he was saying; still, I didn’t move. Houston got the message, tracing my lips with his cock, painting them with his precum. When I continued to stay still, he nudged at me, making me open up for him and pushing inside.

I took him willingly, hungrily, sucking him to the back of my throat and then pulling off again. Houston didn’t let me run the show for long, thrusting his hips and fucking into me.

“Goddamn you, Cullen,” he cursed, and I knew what he was saying. That we shouldn’t be here and doing this, but hell, how could we not? There was a pull between us, like our lust for each other was a tornado, sucking us in and whipping us around no matter how hard we tried to fight it. We both knew it would spit us out again, at least I did, but we couldn’t withstand the forces we were up against. They were too strong, too powerful.

I both wanted him to get this job in California and move but also wanted to tie him to his bed and not let him go to the interview at all. When we’d gotten home and he’d disappeared into his room, all I’d been able to think was that he’d be leaving, that he might get the job, and then he’d be gone, and I wouldn’t have this chance ever again. How could I let it pass when he was there, naked, and I knew he was willing? One last time wouldn’t hurt. I’d withstood the desire for weeks now; I deserved to have this right now.

Every time his dick hit the back of my throat, I swallowed around him. He tasted like salt and water. Felt like steel covered in velvety soft skin against my tongue. I took him so deep my nose was buried in his pubes. I loved the scent of him, like passion mixed with sweat and cedar.

“God, you fucking love it, don’t you? I’ve never met someone who liked sucking my dick as much as you do,” he said with what almost sounded like a little bit of awe in his voice.

I pulled off him, laved his sac, which was higher and tighter than it had been minutes before. I slid my hand around him, teased the crease of his ass. Houston widened his stance for me, let me rub my finger around his tight hole while I took him to the back of my throat again.


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