The Realist (The Vers Podcast #3) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Vers Podcast Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“Wow. I didn’t do too bad. It’s really clear.”

“You did good,” I told him, and Kai beamed at me, making the thumping beneath the palm on my chest increase.

Time passed while I searched for constellations, and each time I found one, I showed it to Kai and told him about it. I was surprised I remembered as much as I did, surprised we were spending time this way instead of fucking each other’s brains out. That’s what I was used to doing with men, but like he had so many things, Kai shook my world apart in this too.

He was beautiful as he peeked through the telescope, robe open, the moon and the balcony lights creating a sort of spotlight on him. My skin prickled with heat, and suddenly, I didn’t want to look at the stars anymore. I just wanted to look at him.

“Hey,” I said, my voice coming out raspier than intended. Kai turned to me, a spark in his eyes when he realized what I wanted. He stood up straight, smiling at me. “Take off the robe.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. Kai immediately let it fall from his shoulders. He stood in front of me, cock already at half-mast. Trim muscles ran the length of his body, his flat stomach rising and falling. He took me in as I did the same to him. I wanted to pull on the piercings in his nipples with my teeth, wanted to lick him from head to toe, suck his cock, and bury myself deep in his ass.

“You like what you see, baby?” he asked, and damned if his confidence didn’t turn me on even more.

“Turn around.”

He did, then peeked over his shoulder at me. His ass was so fucking fine—tight, plump globes I loved pushing between.

I let my robe fall, my dick hard and ready for him, and Kai inhaled a sharp breath. I walked over to him, rubbed my groin against his ass, kissing his neck and shoulders. My arms twined around him as I plucked at his piercings. “You gonna be good for me tonight? Let me show you how much I appreciate what you did for me?”

He leaned back against me, his body damn near melting into mine. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

My left hand traveled down his torso while my right continued to play with his nipples. “What if I want to bind your wrists? Tie you to the futon so I can do whatever I want to you?”

His whole body vibrated against me, quick panting breaths puffing past his lips when I wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked. “You can do anything you want to me, Marcus.”

“Hmmm.” I licked his earlobe, then blew against it. “Ask me to do it. I want to hear you ask me to tie up your wrists.”

“It’s like part of me wants to argue, but the other would fucking beg because I’m dying for you.”

I smiled into his neck. “Ask me, baby boy. I won’t do it until you do.”

“Please tie me up.”

“That’s what I want to hear. Lie on the futon.” I backed away from him and went into my room.

“Lube and condoms are already out here. I was prepared!” Kai called after me, making me laugh.

I went into my closet and got a tie because that was all I had to use on him. If he was up for this kind of play, we’d definitely have to get some toys, and—

He’s not staying… He’ll be leaving soon…

Something about that thought made me grab a second tie.

When I got back on the balcony, Kai was lying on his back, smiling at me while stroking his erection.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No, but technically you didn’t say I couldn’t either.”

“Such a fucking troublemaker.” It was one of my favorite things about him. “Put your arms over your head.”

“Then I can’t jack my dick.”

“You’re the one who asked for this.”

He grinned. “Why is Bossy Marcus so hot?”

“All Marcuses are hot.” I winked. Kai raised his arms, and I straddled his chest, wrapping one of the ties around his wrists before binding it to the futon’s wooden frame. “Is this too tight?”

“No.”

“Tell me if you get too uncomfortable and need me to take it off.”

He nodded, mischief in his deep-brown eyes when he motioned toward my dick bobbing in front of him. “Can I have that now, please? Like you said earlier, I’m hungry for it.”

“Be patient.” I gave myself a stroke just to taunt him.

He whimpered. “Not fair. I’m being good.”

“You are…but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you want.”

I picked up the second tie. My dick was leaking, and I wanted nothing more than to bury it in his mouth the way he’d asked, but instead I said, “I’m going to blindfold you. If it’s okay, ask me. If it’s not, I won’t.”


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