Working It Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack (Metropolis #2)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Funny, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Metropolis Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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Finn rides both our cocks like a champ, like he’s a world-class bull rider, proving his talent. With each thrust he breathes harder, louder. He’s so fucking tight, but damn, that’s nothing compared to being up in there with Hayden. The friction of our erections getting so up and personal, rubbing back and forth against each other.

Hayden pumps into him hard, pounds Finn’s little hole as I keep stroking. He bites his lip and Hayden groans. Finally, Finn calls out, “Yes!” as he shoots his load all over my hand. It’s exactly what I need. I look up, locking eyes with Hayden again and give him a little grin just as my balls can’t take it anymore. I let loose, my orgasm slamming into me as I fill the condom with my load.

Hayden’s eyes roll back. His jaw clenches as he fucks through his own orgasm as well and then we’re a pile of arms and legs and sweaty bodies with a horny little sailor between us, smiling like he just got back from sea and had his first orgasm in months.

“Oh god…you guys…that was…Holy Christ, I don’t even know what to say.”

I pull my condom off, toss it into the trash, and do the same with Hayden’s. He looks at me with wild eyes like he can’t believe I just did that. “I’ve eaten your load. I can get it on my hand,” I tell him.

We don’t last long in bed with Finn before he’s telling us we can be on our way. Not in a dick way. He got what he wanted and so did we. Maybe he’ll hit Hayden up again, and maybe he won’t.

As Hayden and I walk through the chilly night, back toward Metropolis, I nudge his arm. “We got our threesome.”

“We did,” he replies, though softly.

“You good?” I ask him. I don’t want shit to be awkward between us.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m glad you were there.” He wraps an arm over my shoulders and my pulse speeds up slightly.

“I’m glad I was there too.”

15

Hayden

What a hot threesome.

I’ve only had two other three-ways before, both while I was living in Los Angeles, both while I was on ecstasy. They weren’t fun, playful, and erotic like what Cody, Finn, and I did. They were jumbled. Confusing. And I felt awkward and out of place the whole time. With Cody and Finn, we were in sync, moving together in a beautiful rhythm. I’ve never DP’d a guy before, so I thought trying to figure that out would be difficult, but it felt effortless. Like the most natural thing in the world. And while Finn was great to share the experience with, I can’t help but think how fun it would be to get Cody on his own and have my way with him.

Not something I’ve pushed since we did that a week ago. And not because I wouldn’t enjoy it but because it’s not something I feel like I need to push with Cody. Hell, I feel like at any moment, we could both just pull down our pants and rub one out together and it wouldn’t be a big deal, which is so fucking nice compared to the awkward sexual tension I had with Lance.

As much fun as the whole experience was, one moment keeps replaying again and again in my mind. When Cody kissed me on the nose. It stirred a warm sensation within me and made me blush.

It wasn’t like the rest of the fucking. Not just steamy and playful, but sweet, even.

I don’t even think Cody meant it that way, but that’s what it seemed like on my end.

I never felt something like that when I was with Lance—something hot but affectionate—and it was nice getting to enjoy that with Cody.

That incredible experience is all I can think about as I head into Fierce Ink.

He’s working on a small tattoo on a guy’s arm. The guy, with long hair and a beard, lounges back in the chair beside Cody, who keeps his eyes on the tattoo, totally focused—so focused that he seems like he’s in another world.

I’ve visited a few times since last week so we could head to lunch after I hit the gym, and I like seeing him in his element, totally owning this artistic side of himself.

It’s a side of him I don’t get to see when we’re chilling around the condo.

He pulls the gun away from the guy’s arm, turns and spots me, a smile spreading quickly across his face.

“Hey, man.”

“Don’t mind me. I was heading back from the gym and wanted to see if you were interested in grabbing lunch in a bit.”

“I’m finishing this guy up in like fifteen tops.”

“Tops?” I ask. I’m not even sure he’ll get my reference, but as his grin cocks and his brows arch, I know he has.


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