Level Up – Franklin U 2 Read Online Max Walker

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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We stumble into the stall, kissing and touching each other. He shut the door behind him and locked it, his hands encompassing my face as his kiss swept me away on a glittering river.

“I needed this. You. My biggest prize.”

Heat flushed up my neck, warming my cheeks. The button-up shirt and sports jacket I wore felt way too tight. Way too constricting.

Ryan reached down and grabbed my bulge in his hand, squeezing, kissing, rutting against me.

Dismantling me. Piece by piece.

I nuzzled into his neck, nipping and moaning, trying to keep quiet even though we were still alone. “I knew you were going to win.”

“Thank you for always believing in me.” Ryan began to unclasp my belt with nimble fingers. My entire body thrummed with a deep-seated need. I had a flash to the night we’d first met, at the frat party. Even back then I responded to his touch with electricity only reserved for lightning bolts and power lines. Explosive. I nearly turned to ash when he had pressed against me to help me at beer pong.

And seven years later, nothing’s changed.

I knew it never would.

Ryan’s hand glided down my sides. I hesitated as they moved closer to my pockets. Shit, don’t touch that one.

Instead of running any lower, he hitched his fingers into the waistband and moved over to my belt buckle. He undid my belt and unzipped my pants, dropping them to my ankles. “I need to have you, baby.”

“Then have me.” I fisted my hard cock. My light blue briefs turned dark from how much I was already leaking.

“Are you ok with me fucking you?”

The blinding bolt of lightning crashed across my vision. My balls tightened at his words.

“Yes,” I said in hardly a whisper. “Yes, please.”

Normally I needed a little more than a hope, a prayer, and a wad of spit on his dick; mainly I needed lube. But it was pretty interesting how the human body could adapt to a multitude of situations. Specifically getting railed by your man in a bathroom stall. I was so turned on just by the walk to the bathroom that I could already tell my body needed minimal prep to get the party started.

But Ryan, being the caring partner he was, still took care in getting me ready for his dick.

The clinking sound of his belt coming undone filled the empty bathroom. He dropped his pants, revealing that the cocky motherfucker wasn’t even wearing underwear. He had accepted Game of the Year award fully commando.

God, I loved him.

Our lips locked again. I pushed against him, our stiff dicks rubbing together. He paused for a moment, getting his fingers wet before reaching behind me and rubbing them through my crack. He teased my hole, sending shockwaves of pleasure rumbling out from his touch.

He took such care with me, even though both of us were turning feral with lust. I closed my eyes and let him explore, let him push, let him probe. The gentleness that hovered over a barely contained fiery red passion was hotter to me than anything else.

I was lucky when I got kicked out of school.

I was lucky when I had to come home and face what I’d been dreading.

I was lucky when I had to room with someone who I’d assume was my arch-nemesis.

And I was blessed when I let down all my walls and let Ryan in.

Everything happens for a⁠—

I couldn’t even finish the thought. Fiery hot pleasure flowed through me like magma as Ryan pushed his finger deep inside me, rubbing my swollen P-spot. My eyes rolled back and all thoughts turned to: Need to have him. Need him inside me.

RYAN

Fuck, I was beyond in love with this man.

Jay was my everything, and I wanted to give him my everything.

I sucked on his neck as I fingered him. His body opened for me, like a lily unfurling under the spring sun.

I had won possibly the biggest award of my entire career and all I could really think about was how fucking blessed I was to be sharing this moment with the man who held my entire heart in his hands.

And also my entire cock. He slowly stroked me as I pushed deeper, down to my third knuckle. Still, it wasn’t enough. Not for either of us.

Jay tilted his head back, pink marks from my kisses on his neck. He was handsome and beautiful all in the same stroke of a paintbrush. He’d gotten a little more full as we aged: his cheeks nice and round, his shoulders and chest a little wider, his stomach less flat, a little hairier.

I loved it. Every inch of his body was pure perfection. Both this form of Jay as I knew him and the lithe college kid as I remembered him.

“Are you ready?” I asked him.

He locked eyes with mine. All he did was nod, a sexy smirk playing on his face.


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