The Endgame (Atlanta Lightning #1) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Atlanta Lightning Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 105080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
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“So full of yourself.” I tried to cover the rapid thump, thump, thump of my heart with sarcasm.

“No, I’m not.”

I cocked a brow at his denial.

“Okay, yes, but I’m also just determined when I want something, and I wanted you. For tonight, you’re mine.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, West’s mouth came crashing down on mine. He kissed me slowly, his tongue teasing and tasting every part of my mouth. He rutted against me. My arms wrapped around him, hands on his tight ass as I pulled him closer. I dug my nails in, wanting to mark him again.

It felt like we kissed forever, like we had an eternity to do just that. He was turning me into this emotional sap of a man, and I couldn’t find it in myself to care. Later I would, but tonight I just wanted to be.

One of West’s hands held my hip, then lifted my thigh so I could wrap my leg around him, our bodies now slick with sweat as we moved together. “Jesus, it’s like I can’t get enough of this fucking mouth. I want to taste the rest of you, but I can’t seem to pull away from your lips.”

I’d never been much for kissing, but I loved kissing West. “Me neither.” I tangled my hand in his hair and tugged his head back down again, leading the way, pushing my tongue inside until he melted against me.

When we’d kissed so long my jaw was starting to hurt, West’s mouth moved to my neck, licking, sucking. He bit into my pec, and I arched up toward him. “Again.”

“Anytime.” He moved to the other side and bit me there too. I wanted more marks—his marks—everywhere, all over my body. West continued to make his way down until he lay between my legs, looking at me as he lapped at my balls.

“Fuck.” My body bowed again.

He took me into his mouth, the heat of him making me lose my fucking mind like I’d never had a goddamned blowjob before. I writhed, pulled his hair, wanted to come down his throat, but… “Wait.”

West stopped. “What’s wrong?” He kissed my inner left thigh, then my right.

“I want to blow you,” I admitted. If this was my only chance, I needed to know what it was like to have a heavy cock on my tongue. To drive a man wild with my mouth. To drive West wild.

“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to my shaft, and it was oddly sweet. “I definitely won’t argue with that.”

“I didn’t expect you would.” I smiled. West lay on his back beside me, slowly stroking his cock. He’d said earlier that I was beautiful, but it was him who stole my breath.

I watched him for a minute, taking in his corded muscles as he stroked, watching when he ran his thumb through his precome, then bent and sucked the digit. West cursed. I tentatively lashed my tongue over his crown, earning a hiss from him. He tasted like salt and hot skin.

I did it again, each lash making me hungry for more, filling me with a primal desire to take and claim. If we were in one of those movies we talked about, West would be mine. I’d get him and football, and no one would care.

I lay against his side and leaned over. I licked up his shaft, from root to tip, and trembled. I wanted it all, wanted it now, wanted his load and to suck him all night. I tried to go down on him and went too far. When his dick hit the back of my throat, I gagged.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. We have all night.”

Just tonight, and that was it.

I shook that thought from my head. I’d worry about that later. For now, I just wanted to be good for him, so when I took him into my mouth again, I didn’t go as deep and used my hand to help, stroking and sucking. I loved the way my mouth stretched around him, the feel of his dick on my tongue, of his body tensing and thrusting beneath me. I couldn’t believe I was driving West wild like that.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours, Bashful. It’s my favorite goddamned thing in the world. Suck my balls a little.”

I moved lower, tongued his tight sac, then took his nuts into my mouth, one, then the other. The scent of him was strong—sex and musk—and fuck, I could get drunk off it. I wanted more, so I buried my nose in his pubes, inhaled him, and burrowed between his legs as I licked his balls.

“You’re killing me. So goddamned good.”

His words fueled me. I wanted him to remember this blowjob the way I would. I wanted it to be the best for him. I took him into my mouth again, alternating between licking and sucking and using my hand to work his shaft. I tried to take him deep, tried to think about what women did to me when they blew me. I relaxed my jaw and breathed through my nose, and yes…fucking yes, I loved it. Loved giving head and feeling West gently thrust into my mouth. I wished I were on my knees for him. I wanted to know what it was like to have West standing over me while I knelt and gave him my mouth.


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