Griff’s Place (Havenwood #4) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Havenwood Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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Josh pushed me back against the bar, the end of the counter digging into my body. I didn’t care, not when he was flush against me, hard and grasping, hands on my hips and mouth devouring me.

This was what a kiss was supposed to feel like—an answer to a need you didn’t know you had. Like the best kind of pleasure, nothing but perfect sensation quenching your thirst and feeding your hunger. If it always felt like this, I’d never stop.

Josh’s mouth journeyed down my throat. “Christ, what are we doing?”

“I’ll fucking throttle you if you stop.”

Josh laughed into the crook of my neck, his breath puffing against my skin. My own soft laughter bubbled in my chest. God, this felt good, so damn good. “Mmm. Bossy Griff. Me likey. What are you going to do to me if I stop?” Josh teased.

Instead of replying, I held his face and slammed our mouths together again. Josh didn’t hesitate, his tongue slipping inside and moving expertly against mine. He felt so good, tasted so good.

He tightened his body against mine, making the counter dig into my back. I must have made a noise because he pulled back slightly. “Shit. I lost my head for a second. Wasn’t thinking.”

No, no, no, echoed through my brain. I wasn’t ready to lose this, didn’t want to stop this raw, intense pleasure burning through me. I wanted it seared into my skin, into my thoughts, so I could hold on to it and remember what true passion felt like.

I chased Josh’s mouth with mine, and he let me catch it. We kissed as I walked him backward. I had no idea where I was going and it didn’t matter, not as long as I got to take this feeling with me.

We stopped when the wall made us, Josh’s back hitting it with a thud. We laughed into the kiss, and it was so damn exhilarating. I hadn’t realized how broken I felt until everything fell into place, and I felt this, knew I could feel this.

“I want to get on my knees for you.” Josh kissed one corner of my mouth, then the other.

My brain scrambled at the thought. I couldn’t form words, even though one was screaming through my head—yes.

So I nodded. Josh smiled, this happy, giddy sort of grin, before pressing another kiss to my lips.

He knelt down, his hands going for the button, then the zipper on my pants as I looked down at him, watched him work. God, we were doing this. I couldn’t fucking believe we were doing this, but I sure as shit didn’t plan to stop.

Josh opened my jeans, then tugged them down with my briefs, my cock bursting free. “Oh fuck. Did you do this just for me?” he teased.

I rested an arm on the wall, forehead against it, watching Josh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You like it.” He wrapped a hand around me and stroked once. I hissed out in response. “Jesus, this is a nice cock, sweetheart.”

I was sure my brain hadn’t caught up with what was really going on, that I wasn’t letting myself acknowledge it because if I did, I might do something to stop it. In that moment, I just wanted to savor this feeling, savor Josh, so yeah, I didn’t let myself contemplate what happened from there. Instead, I let go, allowing my instincts to take over. “Why don’t you shut up and suck it, then?”

Josh just shook his head and smiled, his grin so damn comforting, it settled the nerves I hadn’t known I felt. “I think I’m creating a monster.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Not a single bit.” Josh cupped my sac, wrapped a hand around my shaft, and leaned in. His tongue lashed across my slit, the bead of precome disappearing with the swipe. I groaned. He hadn’t even done much, and I already wanted to empty my balls.

Josh let go of me, unbuttoning and unzipping his own jeans as he licked me, root to tip, twisting his tongue around my glans and pulling greedy sounds out of me. He tugged his pants down his thighs, taking himself out too, and damned if I didn’t whimper at the sight. I hadn’t whimpered during sex in my whole life.

“You like that?” Josh asked, stroking himself. I should have known he’d be a verbal lover. “Do you?”

“Fuck yes,” I admitted.

“That’s what I like to hear. You got me hard as a fence post.”

Josh fondled his cock, and I watched. Fuck, he was long, longer than me. His glans red, his shaft curved slightly, veins running along the length of him.

“This is a thick piece of meat, Griff.” Josh rubbed me, tightened his hold. “I can take it, though.” He leaned in.

Josh’s mouth stretched around my dick and… “Holy fuck. Jesus. Fuck. I can’t.” He took me to the back of his throat, didn’t work up to it or anything, just deep throated me, humming around my dick, my balls against his chin.


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