Only for the Weekend Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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Emerson opened my shorts, pushed them and my underwear down my legs, right there outside in the middle of his property. I’d jacked off places around town, gotten off on doing something I knew I shouldn’t in places I shouldn’t, but this was different. This was with him. In Ryland. Maybe most folks would never understand it, even queer ones, but I’d never felt as free as I did then, naked except for my shoes and socks in front of him, being with a man in my hometown.

I worked up the courage and asked, “What are you gonna do with me now?”

Emerson didn’t answer with words, instead dropping to his knees.

He leaned in and nuzzled my balls. “Every time I watched your videos, I wondered what you smelled like.”

“Jesus,” I gasped, embarrassingly a little weak in the knees.

“You were a tease in your last one. I was pissed at you, but you had me thinking about you all week.”

“Not my fault you went around jumpin’ to conclusions and got grumpy.”

I watched him as his tongue sneaked past his lips, moaned when he flicked it back and forth over my tight balls.

“Fuuuck, this is hot, seeing you down there like this.”

“I love sucking cock.” Emerson pressed his tongue at the base of my shaft, then ran it to the tip. “Love the taste of a man’s skin, the scent of sex, the feel of heavy balls on my tongue, quick jerks of the hips when you lose control and can’t stop yourself from fucking my mouth…and of course, when I work a load out of a guy. That’s my favorite part.”

My thighs shook. “Yep, well, this first time you might get your favorite part earlier than you should.”

He chuckled without looking at me, and I decided that it would be my responsibility to make him do that more often. That I wanted to find a way to earn that sound as much as possible, for Emerson and for myself. Because I didn’t think he had any happiness in his life, maybe hadn’t for a while and, well, that wouldn’t do. Not on my watch.

All teasing was over then. Emerson sucked me down, took me to the back of his throat. He bobbed his head, my hips pumping automatically, seeking him out, needing to meet him halfway so I could have more, now, everything. The hot suction of his mouth damn near did me in. My muscles were tight, my body tingly. I wanted to scream and have the echo drift out so everyone in town could hear that I was gay and I had a gorgeous man on his knees for me.

Emerson said he loved sucking cock, and I wondered if he knew that there was maybe no one in the world who did it better than him. I was afraid I’d end up shooting my brains out of my balls, that this one blowjob would completely wreck me and I’d never recover. I didn’t know if it was because he was so sexy or because I was doing this at home, surrounded by people who didn’t know my secret. Hell, maybe it was because technically, I knew a man like him should never want one like me. I was never gonna go nowhere or be anyone, but right then? I’d brought him to his knees, and there was nothing like it.

“Fuck yes. Take my cock,” I gritted out, tangling my hand in his hair. Emerson moaned around me, humming with my prick down his throat and his tongue tickling my balls. The whole world melted away. My body came apart. The orgasm that had teased my senses now slammed into me, darted straight to my sac, which tightened as my vision went blurry and I shot spurt after spurt into Emerson’s mouth. He ate it all like it was his favorite meal, not missing a beat, sucking and swallowing thick ropes of my pleasure.

I thought I might die, that I’d collapse and wouldn’t be able to get up, but I wasn’t gonna let that happen until I got to make him come too.

As soon as he pulled off my dick, I dropped down, wanted to taste his mouth, so I went for it. He backed off slightly like he wasn’t sure he wanted to kiss me, but when I leaned in again, Emerson didn’t move. I tasted myself on his tongue, and damned if that didn’t make me want to come again.

I worked his pants open, shoved them down while we knelt there in the dirt, rocks poking our knees. I took him in hand, kissing him and jerking his thick, hot cock until Emerson shot too. His load hit my belly, my softening dick, covered my hand and slipped through my fingers while I continued tugging on him the whole time.


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