All In With Him (Men of Summer #3) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Men of Summer Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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A tremble skims down my spine. “Kissing you gets me so fucking turned on, babe. Nothing in the world arouses me like this.”

I indulge in a few more slow, luxurious strokes of his hot, hard flesh. Soon, he’s rocking his hips, murmuring for me to keep going, his mouth asking for my lips. I’ve never denied Grant’s kisses, and I’m not going to start now. I drop my lips onto his mouth, drawing out a throaty purr as my idle fondling picks up pace and intent.

I grip him harder, move a little faster. His moans fall in quick, harsh pants. His breath shallows out in a shudder as I revel in one long, tantalizing stroke, squeezing the head of his cock, pushing out a drop of liquid arousal.

Grant’s blue eyes lock with mine. “Taste me,” he instructs.

I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck it, my eyes rolling back in my head as I take a hit of my favorite drug. “Love the way you taste.”

Then I spit in my palm and return to his cock.

As I wrap my hand tightly around him, he gasps, a feral noise that turns into a lingering groan, that has me stroking him faster still, reading his cues, twisting my hand in a quick and dirty rhythm, the way Grant likes it when he needs to get off.

I love knowing that. I love being able to read his wants, his needs—to tell from his eyes, from his breath, from the way he clenches his jaw, that my man needs the release only I can give him. The pleasure that I bring his way.

I know it from the way he pushes his head back in the pillow and rasps out a yesssss.

My man needs to come, and I can get him there.

I bring my hand to my mouth once more, lube it up with more of my saliva, then return to his pulsing flesh, shuttling up and down his length as he bucks his hips. “Kiss me and jerk me,” he begs.

Grant is the best beggar ever.

He’s so damn sexy as he pleads for what he wants. I return my lips to his mouth so I can devour him, sucking on his tongue, savoring his heady, delicious taste as I jerk him harder, faster.

He wraps an arm around my head, curling his big hand around my skull, keeping me close to him. His hips rock and thrust while my other hand travels down to his balls, caressing them and then giving him a little bit of manhandling, the way he likes it. A twist of my wrist, a tug of my palm. A deep, hot, passionate kiss that’s full of fire and the mad fury of our love.

Then he’s losing control, panting against my lips as he unloads his release all over my hand.

Jerking. Grunting. Shaking.

As soon as he’s done, I bring my hand to my mouth, lick his orgasm off my palm. “You taste so good,” I murmur.

“Makes me want to taste you coming right now.” He pats his chest, his tone all raspy and demanding. “Get up here.”

I grab the small towel we keep on the nightstand—ever prepared—and wipe my hand before I climb over him, straddling his shoulders to park my knees on either side of his gorgeous face. I run my hand over his hair, threading my fingers through his golden strands. My God, he is so beautiful, so sexy. Sometimes, I can’t believe he’s mine. Boyfriend lottery, indeed.

I nudge his lips with my dick, encouraging him to lick the tip. Grant flicks his tongue over the head, and I suck in a harsh breath at that delicious, mind-bending touch. Dragging a hand down my length, I decide to get a little dirty, and I smack his face with my cock.

His eyes light up, his blue irises twinkling with wicked excitement. “Do that again,” he tells me.

Holding my cock, I offer him the tip once more, and he takes it, swirling his tongue over the head, looking utterly enrapt. Shuddering, I slide my dick from his mouth, then up along his face, over his cheek, covering his eye.

Slapping Grant again, then stopping to admire the filthy view of my dick on his face. “So fucking hot.”

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he taunts.

That invitation sends a hot current down my spine.

We have fun with our photo and video kink. We’ve sent each other our fair share of dick pics and solo dirty videos. But we’ve never made a movie of the two of us. The prospect of snapping a picture of us or shooting a film sends a jolt of adrenaline that burns me up from head to toe.

But I need to make absolutely certain he wants that. “Are you sure, babe?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Grant says in a needy growl, then reaches for the nightstand, grabs his phone, shoves it at me. “I want to see what we look like. Take a video of you feeding me your cock.”



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