The Romantic (The Vers Podcast #2) 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: 90
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
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“You know I do.”

“Tell me, then. Tell me you like it when I touch my hole.”

“I fucking love it when you touch your hole, Elliott.”

Hearing him say that made my dick throb. I pulled my hand back and spit on his rim, then massaged it before pushing the tip of my finger inside him.

“I’ve never seen anything sexier than you standing here in a jock in front of me, spreading your ass for me, watching my finger pressing into your cute pucker.”

I slid it in, then all the way out, watching it close again. Jesus, I wanted him so fucking much. I was trembling not to take him right away, but I wanted to play, wanted to savor him and try to make him come from more than just fucking.

I leaned forward, lashed my tongue over his entrance, smiled into the crease of his ass when he gasped, and then I sat back again.

“Will you show me how pretty you look on your knees for me?”

“Yes. God yes.” Parker turned, then immediately lowered, looking at me with so much naked want, it stole my breath. “Do you…do you like it? Do I look pretty?”

“So fucking beautiful, cariño.” I caressed his cheek. “Help me take off my shirt.” He did, tugging my tee off. “Now my pants.”

“You’re lucky I want you so much,” he teased, which made my cock twitch.

Parker opened my pants. I lifted my hips for him to tug them and my underwear down. He had to scoot over so he could get them off before settling between my legs again.

I wasn’t sure my balls had ever been so full or my cock so hard. It pulsed and leaked against my belly, dying for his touch.

“See something you like?” I wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft.

“You know I do.”

“Wanna kiss it?”

He grinned up at me. “You know I do, you cocky bastard.”

“Tsk, tsk. Such a mouth on you.” I cupped the back of his head and pushed him down so his face was in my groin. Parker read what I wanted and kissed my erection, then my balls, not licking or sucking me.

“Fuck, you smell good.” He nuzzled my sac, kissed it. I was dizzy with lust, like I might come or die or lose my mind at any second.

“I like you down there. Maybe we can spend a whole day with you on your knees, nursing my cock. Every time I want to see something pretty, I’ll just look down at my gorgeous husband with his sexy lips around my dick.”

“Oh fuuuuuck.” He shoved his hand down between his legs, and I knew he was trying to keep himself from blowing his load.

“Someone likes that idea.”

“Like you don’t.”

“Yeah, but I would never deny it. I always say how I feel.” But then, that wasn’t true, was it? Before Parker, maybe, but now there were stakes. I wanted forever, and that held me at bay. When there was something to lose, it was so much harder to take the gamble. “Wrap those lips around my cock.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Parker immediately took me to the back of his throat, bobbing his head, swallowing around my dick, hitting the back of his throat. The hot suction of his mouth went straight to my head. “Best cocksucker I’ve ever had.” I tangled my hand in his hair. “Best everything I’ve ever had…my sexy, sweet husband.”

He moaned, dick in his mouth, and looked up at me, his eyes slightly watery, what almost looked like sadness in his gaze.

“Hey, what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, with my dick still inside him, which was sexy as fuck. He pulled off to say, “No, I just want you so much.”

I growled in response, on a hair trigger, need fueling every one of my movements. I stood, tugging him to his feet. I lifted Parker, his long legs wrapping around my waist. Our mouths crashed together in a flurry of hungry tongues and tasting lips.

I carried him to the bed, almost tripping, and then we were laughing and kissing before I dropped him to the mattress.

I tugged his jock off, brought it to my face and breathed in the scent of the pouch. Parker’s erection twitched against his belly, his balls big and full with the load I couldn’t wait to work out of him.

“Such a pretty, pretty cock.” I let my finger drift up from his nuts to the crown.

“Fuck me,” Parker begged.

“Be patient,” I replied, as if I wasn’t dying myself. “Get your head on the pillows.”

I grabbed the lube while Parker moved over to lie in the center of the bed. He was on his back, legs spread, stroking his erection.

“Hands off.” I swatted them away, kneeling close to him. I pulled his legs over my thighs, resting my ass on my heels. He wrapped his legs around me, half on my lap, half on the bed, his cock right there for the taking…well, his ass too.


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