Perfect Score (Easton U Pirates #3) Read Online Christina Lee

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Easton U Pirates Series by Christina Lee
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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Morgan dipped his head. “Yeah, it did. It felt familiar, comfortable because it was you.” Our eyes met and held, and there were so many things stirring in his that I couldn’t read. But I was glad we were at least communicating. If anything, we’d always have that. “I’ll always want to experience stuff with you. I’ll never not want your company,” Morgan said. “But I’m afraid we’ll cross a line here that we might not be able to recover from.”

“You’re right.” My gut tightened. “You’ve always been the more levelheaded of the two of us. I’m gonna go.” Without waiting for a response, I got up and left the room, feeling guilty for even making the suggestion.

By the time I lay down in my own sheets, I was completely frustrated with myself for thinking that was a good idea. Wanting to numb my thoughts, I slid out of my boxers and pulled up some porn. Dick already in my hand, I needed to release all this pent-up whatever it was.

I froze when there was a hesitant knock on the door.

“Come in. Shit, sorry.” I removed my hand from my cock and covered myself with the sheet. It wasn’t like he’d never seen me naked, but never quite so deliberately. And certainly not after that conversation that got me more riled up than I’d anticipated.

“Don’t hide from me,” Morgan said in a husky tenor I’d never heard before. “I know it’s not a good idea, probably even a horrible one, but I feel so…I’m afraid that if I don’t take every opportunity when it comes to sex, I’ll never…”

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” I said, my stomach pitching.

“It’s okay. It’s just my reality.” He paced a little, then finally sat down on the edge of the bed. By that time, I’d made up my mind. This was something to experience with Morgan, no matter the consequences.

I slipped the sheet aside and gripped my cock again.

His eyes turned hooded as his gaze slid down the front of me from my lips to my thighs. To have him stare so deliberately made my skin catch fire. I wondered what he was thinking. Did he like what he saw? And why did it matter so much to me?

“I always thought you had a nice dick,” he said, his words a bit slurred. “Not that I’ve seen it all that much.”

“Yours is prettier than mine,” I said, feeling a zing of electricity through my balls. “Wanna show me?”

He stood and slipped off his underwear, his stiff cock protruding from a nest of wiry hair, shiny with precome near the slit, and I was relieved that he was just as turned on. I’d seen fleeting glimpses of him before, but this close-up, it was surreal—and a fucking turn-on. For the first time—or maybe the second or third or hundredth in the last few days—I wondered how he might look coming undone, and now I’d possibly get the chance.

“Show me how you grip yourself,” I said after he got himself situated on the bed. He was sitting back on his knees, his legs spread, his crotch and balls prominent. I started jerking again, unable to hold back because this whole scenario was sexy as fuck. “I like to pump fast at first and then slower to tease it out near the end.”

“Me too,” Morgan said, mimicking the motion with his own fist. “There’s that moment right before you come, like this sweet rush of blood to your balls…”

“And you want to draw it out but also explode at the same time?”

Morgan nodded, a flush spreading across his cheeks. “Maybe hit Play?” He glanced at my phone, which was propped on a pillow.

“Good idea.” I adjusted the screen to face us both, then tapped the button with my thumb. The buff guy on the screen resumed going down on someone, and I heard Morgan’s barely contained groan.

“I like how he’s licking his slit,” he said in a bolder voice, the one he used when he was feeling confident, and I fucking loved hearing it.

Porn Guy licked down the other dude’s ample shaft and continued lower to his balls.

“And now his nuts,” I said with a hum. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I increased my tempo, determined to unload my balls tonight. And maybe Morgan was too because his hand was working something fierce as he alternated between watching the screen and watching me.

This was exactly what we needed, I decided right then. I batted away the idea that having someone’s hands on me would’ve been better. I could’ve had that tonight, but I’d opted to head home to my best friend. Unpacking that right now was not an option.

I stroked my shaft, transfixed by his palm flying over his own, his thumb swiping at the tip to collect the seed to smooth the way. When our eyes met, the flush had spread to his throat and chest, and I could only think how attractive he looked right then, chasing his pleasure. We knew everything about each other, but this was one thing I hadn’t witnessed, and I felt privileged, even if it all ended up going to shit.


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