Sins of Omission Read online T.S. McKinney (Sub Mission #2)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sub Mission Series by T.S. McKinney
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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His nervousness seemed to have disappeared and a hungry, wild man had taken up residence in his body. His free hand squeezed my ass a couple of times and then he was on his knees in front of me, pulling my trunks off. In shock, I looked down in time to see my cock, rock-hard again, pop free and bounce against his face. A drop of pre-cum smeared his chin.

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” Ari said with a naughty grin as he looked up at me. “There’s absolutely no need for you to take care of this by yourself when I’m readily available to lend a helping hand.” As he spoke the words, his hands followed the action—cupping my balls and giving my cock a tight stroke. When he moved his head, like he was about to suck the head of my cock, I reached down and jerked him back into a standing position.

“Fuck, angel, where did that come from?” I asked as I held his squirming body. He was desperately trying to force me to let him back down on his knees. He’d acted innocent enough since my return, but obviously he enjoyed giving head…which fucked with my head. The very thoughts of Ari on his knees in front of another man, cum on his chin and a wicked gleam in his eye, caused my heart to deflate. No, it wasn’t fair to feel that way, but I couldn’t seem to stop the dark emotion from swirling around inside me.

Jealousy. She was an ugly bitch.

Ari on his knees for another man or allowing another man to fuck him was exactly why I’d left him years ago…but it didn’t mean I had to like it. Not. One. Damn. Bit.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “You know how much I’ve always wanted you. This shouldn’t come as a surprise.” He kissed the inside of my wrist—the one that held him imprisoned in my embrace.

“You hated me this morning, angel,” I countered. “It’s hard to imagine that a free buffet breakfast, selection of poolside chairs, and rubbing you down in sunscreen could be responsible for such a reversal of feelings. What gives?”

Why was I talking so much? Arizona was the man I’d always wanted. Why fight it? He was offering. I should accept it.

He shrugged. “I’m horny, okay? You’re horny.” Another shrug. “Seems to me that we could help each other out with our…problem.”

This was not the way I wanted Ari for the first time. I might try to come across as a badass—hell, I might be a badass in every other aspect of my life, but with Ari, I’d somehow managed to picture champagne with strawberries, rose-fucking-petals, and heart-shaped bubbles floating in the air while we made love. That fantasy, according to what I was currently witnessing with Ari, was just that…a fantasy. Apparently, my idea of releasing him so he could fly in his youth had worked—way much more than I was comfortable with. The man struggling in my arms was a man on a mission.

A mission to be properly fucked.

Hell, he was right—we both had a problem…why not deal with it?

Because my heart didn’t feel like fucking—it felt like loving.

When I finally managed to calm his squirming down, I asked, “Ari, are you sure this is what you want, angel?”

He nibbled his bottom lip. “Why do you call me that? I’m so far from an angel that you probably shouldn’t say my name and the word angel in the same sentence.”

It had always driven him crazy that he didn’t know where his nickname came from. I saw no reason to change things up now. “Stop changing the subject,” I ordered. “Where’s this coming from?”

He pouted for a second, nibbling at his bottom lip and then answered, “Do I get a birthday fuck or not?”

The thoughts of me being nothing more than a birthday fuck to Ari left an ache throughout my body, but I quickly realized that if this was all Ari wanted from me, I’d take what he offered…and hope for more. “Of course, you get a birthday fuck,” I answered in a voice I hoped didn’t sound the way I felt. “Are you sure? Are you okay with it being me?”

Shy Ari was back for a second when he answered quietly, “I’ve always been okay with it being you, Eli. You were the one that had reservations, not me.”

Then, like a poof of Disney magic, shy Ari disappeared and the more aggressive, beg for a birthday fuck, Ari reappeared. There was only a slight tremble to his hands when he shoved away from me and then shimmied out of his pink speedos. His cheeks turned pinker than the swimsuit he’d just tossed across the room, but that didn’t stop him from sashaying over to the built-in nightstand and checking the top drawer. Apparently, he’d known I would place the condoms and lube he’d packed in his luggage next to the bed.


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