Firecracker (Honeybridge #1) Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Honeybridge Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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The last word of my diatribe landed like a rock in a lake, sending rippling currents through the suddenly quiet room.

JT tilted his head to one side and stared at me for a long moment, and I was certain that he was going to get dressed and go. It would serve me right, too. For once, I couldn’t even find a way to blame him for it because I’d have driven him out with my vitriol.

Then, miraculously, one side of his lips quirked up. “Do the sex,” he mused. “It’s like poetry when you speak, Flynn Honeycutt. So seductive. So alluring. This must be what keeps all the Honeybridge boys coming ’round.”

My face flamed, and I pushed feebly at his shoulder. “Fuck off,” I said without heat.

He tilted my chin up with one finger, forcing me to look at him. “Do you want me to leave?”

I swallowed and grasped the blanket in my lap like a lifeline. “No,” I managed to whisper. But I knew he needed more. Deserved more. So I forced myself to go on. “I wanted you then. I want you now. Please. Don’t… don’t leave.”

JT reached over and clasped the back of my neck, pulling me close enough for a sweet kiss. I let myself go, let myself simply enjoy the moment in case it was the last time I felt his lips on mine.

When he pulled back, his face was serious enough to set my heart stuttering again.

“Okay… but we need some rules.”

I rolled my eyes, but JT yanked me down the bed, pressing my back onto the mattress and climbing on top of me until his weight pressed me down and reinvigorated my cock.

His grin was sexy enough to make me frown.

“Fine,” I huffed. “What are your rules?” Because now that JT’s bare dick was sliding against mine, I was ready to agree to almost anything… as long as it wasn’t more talking.

“You need to let go. And I want you to shut the fuck up. I want your head and your mouth to just stop. Do you think that’s at all possible?”

This was exactly what I wanted, what I needed, so even though it was on the tip of my tongue to say, make me, just out of habit, I bit it back and nodded instead.

JT’s grin widened, and he dropped a lingering kiss to my mouth. “Good. If you want me to stop, pinch me, but don’t say a word. Promise me.”

His suggestion made me harder, and I had to work to get enough oxygen into my lungs. “Promise,” I mouthed before shooting him a smug look. I could be silent. Just watch me.

He shook his head before looking around. “Condoms and lube. Where are they?”

I thumbed in the direction of the bedside table.

Once he had what he needed, he kneeled on the bed and looked down at me, tapping one finger to his kiss-swollen lips like he was formulating a plan.

I wanted to tell him to hurry, to put his hands on my dick or shove his fucking cock into my hole already, but there were rules. And the rules said I couldn’t talk.

I had to lie there and take it.

JT’s eyes lit up, and he gave me a patented Wellbridge smirk, like he knew exactly what I was thinking and was getting off on it. My dick swelled at the sight, twitching against my belly. Then he leaned down and proceeded to kiss me so thoroughly, I forgot the events of the previous half-hour.

JT’s hands were everywhere on my body, lighting me up like I had a million tiny sparklers sizzling along my skin. I groaned, deep and needy, into the thick air of my loft. JT’s lips dipped into the curve of my hip, and the tip of his tongue left behind wet trails that turned cool when he blew air against them.

My body sank into the mattress as I reminded myself to calm down and enjoy every minute of JT’s ministrations. He was nothing if not diligent in his attention to every square inch of my body.

I wanted to taste him and touch him, give him back a fraction of the pleasure he was giving me, but I couldn’t move. And anytime I tried to, a low growl of warning would escape his throat.

My cock made a puddle in my happy trail, and I wondered how it was possible for the man to kiss absolutely every speck of my body but not put his mouth on my dick.

The sound of my heavy breathing surrounded us. JT’s humming noises as he sucked on a particularly enjoyable part of me made me light-headed.

This was nothing like the hookups I’d had in the past or even the relationship sex I’d had the few times I’d tried dating someone more seriously.

It was different. Of course it was.


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