Making Waves – Franklin U Read Online Christina Lee

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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Alex was a shaky, gasping mess. “You keep it up, and I’m gonna come in my shorts…just like on the dock.”

“We don’t want that.” I palmed his stiff shaft through the fabric before I buried my nose there, skimming the outline of his length. His fingers practically gouged his comforter. “I wanna swallow your load this time.”

“Fucking hell, hurry,” he pleaded, and I wondered if he’d agree to anything at that point. I had to admit I enjoyed watching his response to me.

I resumed my assault on his nipples while my hands worked to push his shorts and underwear down.

“Don’t leave a mark. I’ve got practice in the morning.”

“Why does that turn me on?” I groaned low and throaty, heat licking down my spine at the thought of him showing up with evidence of our encounter.

“I’d never live it down,” he replied in a mortified tone, and when my gaze caught on the bed across the room, I pulled back, knowing it wasn’t a good idea.

Instead, I focused on his leaking shaft, which was poking at my chin. “Nice cock,” I said, fisting his length, then licking around the glans.

His back arched as he groaned. “So good.”

“Give me your load.” I closed my lips over the head and sucked him into my mouth, my eyes rolling back at the taste and smell of him. He was so squirmy that I had to pin him to the bed with my hands pressing on his thighs.

He tried so hard to be quiet, his fingers tugging at my hair, and I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so fucking turned on. Christ, he was something else. If this was how he always responded, I’d blow him every damned day. The position I was in grew uncomfortable because my dick was so hard, but I ignored it as I bobbed my head and focused on swallowing him down.

“Oh God, gonna come,” he stuttered, so I lifted my hand to tweak his nipple one last time, knowing it would make him shoot even harder. And I was right because he spurted in wave after wave across my tongue.

When he finally stilled and fell back against the sheets, I released him from my mouth and stood, afraid I’d come in my pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans in a flash to pull myself out. I stroked myself and watched him through slitted eyes as he tried to draw in air.

He angled himself to watch, then reached for my hip.

“Come on me,” he said in this sated, lazy voice.

“Fuck.” My balls drew up. “You like that?”

“I’d like it if it was you,” he said, his eyes firmly on my hand as I increased my tempo.

He was full of surprises. I positioned myself closer, aiming for his stomach as I shot my load, shuddering through an intense orgasm.

When I slumped over him on the bed, he lifted to meet my lips in a long, sloppy kiss that bordered on sentimental. Anti-romance, my ass. Not like I was hightailing it through the door. Being with Alex made the butterflies kick up in my stomach, and I was liable to say something sappy if I didn’t watch myself. Post-orgasm declarations were never a good idea.

Suddenly there was a loud knock, and we froze, panting against each other’s mouths. Fucking hell. I thought of how we looked right then, but it obviously wouldn’t be Bailey at the door because he would’ve let himself in. Unless they had some system worked out that I didn’t know about.

Before I could whisper to him, a voice rang out. “You in there?”

Alex shook his head at me and stayed perfectly still, his fingers gripping my waist.

“We’re heading out for a snack. Catch you later,” the voice said, and then we heard him retreat. Likely it was one of his swim buddies, maybe Tim or Dave.

We didn’t speak as we cleaned up at lightning speed, wiping his stomach with tissues and righting our clothes and hair, Alex looking a bit freaked. It was reckless of me to have come here, and I knew it.

“You’re free to take off and meet your friends. I’ll get out of here.”

“Wait.” Alex reached for my arm. “Why do you seem mad or something?”

“I’m not mad at you, only at myself.” I briefly squeezed my eyes shut. “Keeping a secret like this seems ridiculous. We’re grown-ass men, and it’s not anyone’s business anyway.”

He sighed. “I know.”

“But I’m conflicted too because of Bailey. You know me, always ‘making waves.’” Guess my brother’s burn from a few weeks back still bugged me.

Alex frowned. “Should we tell him we’re just hooking up and that it doesn’t mean anything?”

Somehow that sat strangely in my gut even though it was the truth.

I blew out a frustrated breath. “How about we say…we’re friends and just hanging out?”

He nodded. “Okay. Since when?”


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