Just a Bit Twisted Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Straight Guys #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Drama, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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Rutledge pulled away from him, and then there were slick fingers massaging Shawn’s entrance with a circular motion, and Shawn moaned. He was having trouble thinking, his body taking over and trying to impale itself on Rutledge’s fingers. Rutledge pushed the fingers in—one, then another, scissoring them quickly before pulling them out again.

Panting, Shawn waited. He heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. It should have made him panic—what was about to happen—but he was past the point of freaking out. He was so empty. So hard.

Rutledge flipped him onto his back. Shoving a pillow under Shawn’s hips, he lined himself up between his legs, his dark eyes glazed with desire.

Shawn willed himself to relax as the thick head of Rutledge’s cock slowly started to stretch him. He felt himself pulled taut, burning, as Rutledge slowly pushed into him, Shawn’s insides reluctantly giving way to the intrusion.

“Oh,” Shawn breathed out when Rutledge was fully inside. He gripped Rutledge’s arms, his thighs trembling. It hurt. Of course it hurt.

Rutledge took a deep breath in, his muscles rigid under Shawn’s fingers. Rutledge’s body was tense as hell, as though he was fighting for control.

Shawn’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as he panted hotly. He was practically impaled on Rutledge’s cock, pleasure chasing the pain as he was stretched to his limit. He felt so full, Rutledge’s cock heavy inside him in all the right ways. It still ached, creating an exquisite agony that made his cock throb and leak against his stomach. The sensation of fullness was satisfying in a way he couldn’t explain.

“I’m good,” Shawn said, and to his surprise, he was. The intensity, the feeling of vulnerability was doing strange things to him, and he was melting, and he wanted—

Rutledge started moving.

Shawn could only open and close his mouth uselessly as the weird, intense pleasure started building up.

Rutledge’s cock nudged against his prostate, hard, and Shawn cried out, fingers digging into Rutledge’s shoulders. “Oh god, oh god,” he muttered between unintelligible words and noises as Rutledge thrust in and out, fucking him in earnest now. It still hurt, but Shawn could only concentrate on the intense, maddening pleasure building up inside of him. He was aching all over, need pumping in him as Rutledge’s cock buried deep in him, but not deep enough, never enough, and it was good, so good, so very good—

Tossing his head back, Shawn bit his lip as Rutledge practically bent him in half, directing his cock at an angle that made Shawn whimper.

Rutledge leaned down and started kissing him in time with his thrusts, his tongue delving deeply, and all Shawn could do was hold on and ride with the storm. He completely lost track of time, his whole world narrowing to Rutledge—Derek—his hot mouth, his cock, his hands roaming all over Shawn’s body. Shawn wasn’t even speaking anymore, just taking it and moaning. His hole was twitching around Rutledge’s cock as Rutledge pounded into him without restraint, kissing and biting Shawn’s neck and shoulders. Shawn’s dick was near bursting and he tried to touch himself, but Rutledge didn’t let him.

Shawn could feel his belly tightening, feel his hole begin to pulse, throbbing down around the hard cock that continued to fuck him, never letting up, taking his breath and his sanity and his inhibitions.

Shawn groaned, digging his fingers into Rutledge’s shoulders. “I can’t—”

“You can.” Rutledge gave a brutal thrust against Shawn’s prostate, his fingers gripping Shawn’s hips painfully. “Come on.”

And Shawn came, his body shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him.

Rutledge slammed into him a few times before groaning and going very still on top of him.

Shawn lay limply under him, his breathing still erratic, his body quivering in aftershocks.

He felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling warm, good and satisfied.

Chapter 11

When Shawn woke up, he was alone. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window, it was about eight in the morning.

Yawning, he sat up and stretched, trying to gather his thoughts.

Last night’s events seemed bizarre and surreal. If his body didn’t ache and his ass didn’t hurt, he would have thought it was just a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream.

He’d had real sex with Rutledge. He’d had Rutledge’s dick in him.

Licking his lips, Shawn climbed out of the bed, wincing a bit as the movement sent a fresh wave of dull pain through his ass, and walked to the mirror.

He was covered in bruises.

Shawn stared at the finger-shaped bruises on his hips and thighs and tried to decide whether he was freaking out or not. He was, a bit, but not because of the whole gay thing. Sure, he had never expected to have sex with a man, but gay sex in itself didn’t bother him that much—at least not to the point of panicking and being hysterical. His parents were gone, and his best friend was bi, so there was no one to judge him—no one he cared about.


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