Home Plate (Easton U Pirates #2) Read Online Christina Lee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Easton U Pirates Series by Christina Lee
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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“Would he let me put my mouth on him?” he asked in a raspy voice. “Even if I have no clue what I’m doing?”

“Goddamn.” I went still, trying not to spurt my jizz all over his hand. “He wants it so fucking much, he thinks he might die.”

Girard shifted so his shoulders fit between my legs and studied my shaft. “He has about two seconds to change his mind.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My brain had apparently gone on vacation—a very nice one, in fact. Besides, this was Girard. And like he said, this was just us figuring this stuff out together.

When he leaned forward, buried his nose in the hair at my crotch, and took a deep whiff, a whimper sprang from my throat. What was he doing?

“I like how he smells.”

He looked at me from under dark eyelashes, then flicked out his tongue to lick across my slit.

“Holy shit.” All the pleasure receptors in my brain lit up, making my blood rush straight to my groin. And when he fitted the head into his warm mouth and used his tongue to lick beneath the crown, I thought I was done for. I threw my head back and moaned. For someone who didn’t know what he was doing, he sure was working me over.

“He tastes good too.” He licked up and down the length of my cock, then suckled the head. I’d had blowjobs before, but this was something altogether different. Raw and so incredibly real.

“Damn.” I adjusted my legs to get more comfortable and allow him more room as his head bobbed up and down my cock. I was having an out-of-body experience because a guy—my teammate—was on his knees, sucking my cock.

I rocked my hips a little, making sure not to thrust upward and gag him, but it felt too fucking good. I was stuck between wanting to savor this incredible feeling and losing control, which was going to be in about sixty seconds flat.

Absently, I brushed my knuckles over his cheek and heard his intake of breath. I didn’t know my motivation, except wanting to make sure this was real and okay because he looked so…gorgeous. Yeah, that was the word.

But now I needed leverage, or I was going to slide to the floor like a boneless mess, so I burrowed my fingers in his soft hair. As I clenched his locks, he hummed low in his throat, and I could feel the vibration along the length of my cock. “Fuuuuck.”

With one hand, he encircled the base of my shaft, and then he hollowed his cheeks, doubling down with a tight suction that I felt in my nuts. When he reached down with his other hand, probably to give his own dick some needed relief, I grasped his hair even tighter, trying to get myself under control.

I wished I could see what he was doing to his own shaft, but that would’ve been too much. The sensation of him stroking up and down in time with his mouth was plenty. And when I felt the faintest scrape of teeth against my glans, I was done for.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned him as my orgasm careened off the rails like a runaway train and crashed into a fireball of intense heat and incandescent stars. I spurted in his mouth, which made him gag and pull off a little as it dribbled down his chin and onto my groin.

I leaned back, melting into the mattress just as I felt him shudder and heard him groan, no doubt experiencing his own euphoria, which was fucking trippy as hell.

Unfortunately, I was dead weight, unable to stop trembling as he stood on shaky legs and used the towel from his shower to wipe himself off and tuck himself back in.

He leaned over to dab at my groin, then left the towel on my lap as he backed away.

I tried to move my lips to tell him he’d rocked my world, but all that fear was waiting on the outskirts again. The best I could do was keep my gaze connected to his, hoping he could see it all in my eyes.

He reached in his bag for a pair of sweats and pulled them on. “And now comes the awkward part of the evening where I tell him I’m gonna take off for a while because this was just us figuring stuff out…and I don’t want him to start second-guessing everything.”

“Where are you going?” I asked in a strangled voice.

He shrugged. “Down to Devers’s room, or to get some fresh air.”

“But you’re…” I motioned to him—his mussed-up hair, my come in his mouth.

Whoa.

“I like that they don’t know. That I can still taste him.”

I gasped as he walked to the bathroom, and I could hear him washing his hands and maybe straightening his clothes. When he came out, I was still in the same position, puzzling over his reaction.


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