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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But I was afraid I’d come too soon. “Wait.” I sat up and nudged him to lie on the sheets, then carefully placed his glasses on the bedside table. Straddling Morgan’s thighs, I leaned back to look at him, at his needy gaze, his smooth skin, his rigid cock leaking against his stomach. I wanted to bury myself inside him, but only if he thought this was the right time. For now, I reveled in the moment, lifting my thumbs to tease his stiff nipples, making him groan.

“Feels so good,” he whispered, and for a moment, I wondered if anyone had taken the time before—really taken the time. I vowed right then to show him everything desirable and special about him for as long as I was given this precious gift.

I started at his pouty lips, then headed down to his throat and to lap at his nipples while he squirmed beneath me. I licked and nibbled his rib cage, his belly button, then settled between his thighs, where I buried my nose in his wiry hair, something I’d only dreamed of doing, and loving every minute of it.

Morgan pleaded, rocking his hips while I cupped his sac, then paid special attention to each of his nuts. He finally settled on burying his fingers in my hair and tugging in every direction, making me smile against his skin.

“Want you inside me,” he begged.

“I want that too,” I replied, my dick so stiff, I was about to come simply from his voice and his response to my touch. “Condoms?”

He shook his head. “Do we need them? We’re both on PrEP, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last doc appointment.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, realizing just how long it’d been since I’d thought of anyone but him. “The truth is, ever since that night when you walked in on me…I’ve only wanted you.”

“Fuck, Elliot,” he whined. “Show me. Show me you want me as much as I want you.”

Damn, he was killing me.

I trailed my lips down his thigh to the underside of his knee. I kissed each of his calves, then his feet, focusing on the higher, twisted arch of his right one. Morgan shivered, his eyes softening, sending a charge of electric heat through me.

He folded his knees to his shoulders, and when I got a good view of his tight pink hole, I lost my breath. I’d never had the pleasure, and…hot damn, it felt surreal. “Fuck, your hole is pretty,” I murmured, leaning closer. “Now I get to make it mine.”

He moaned as I licked a stripe around his wrinkled entrance, softening it before poking my tongue inside. I knew he loved rimming. We’d talked about it in general terms, but seeing how his body responded was making me so fucking hard.

“I can’t…take much more,” he whined as I used my lips and tongue and slight grazing of teeth to make him squirm and beg.

Withdrawing my tongue, I replaced it with two fingers, rubbing at that spot inside him that made him lose his mind. When I noticed a string of precome creating a webbed pattern across his abdomen, I leaned forward to lick it clean.

“So fucking hot,” he murmured right before I engulfed his cock in my mouth. He tasted salty and sweaty, and I could’ve kept at it for hours if it wasn’t for my own dick begging for attention.

“Elliot.” He yanked at my hair. “Please.”

When I finally pulled my fingers free, he sat up a little, his skin flushed, his mouth shiny, his normally perfectly coiffed hair a wreck from his hands. “How do you want me?”

“Every single way.” My voice was husky with desire.

“We have plenty of time for that,” he said, his eyes crinkling in the corners. I almost asked him which position was most comfortable for his legs, but I knew he wouldn’t like that and especially not during sex, even though I wanted it to be really fucking good for him. But this was Morgan. He’d let me know if anything felt off or wrong. He was nothing if not vocal.

“Okay, then. I want to look at you when I fuck you the first time.”

“Perfect, because I want to look at you too.”

He shifted to place his head on the pillow, and when his hooded gaze met mine, my heart stuttered. “I love you, Morgan.”

“Not sure I’ll ever get used to hearing that,” he said, brushing his fingers down my arm. “I love you too.”

I leaned down and gently kissed his lips, then lined my cock to his hole. “Fuck, I forgot about lube. Let me grab it from my bag.”

“Just use your spit,” Morgan whined, his feet trembling as they faced the ceiling.

What a sight.

But I wanted our first time to go more smoothly—even though the idea was pretty damned hot. After slathering the lube on my cock, I leaned forward to make good on his request.


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