Beautiful & Terrible Things Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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He nodded, leaned down, and took my mouth. He kissed me gently, so very gently, like I was this perfect, precious thing he wanted to take the utmost care of. He crawled over me, lay on top of me as he moved his tongue against mine, pressed soft kisses to my lips, rubbed his cheek against my beard like he loved the friction. “My Jojo.”

He kissed a trail down my neck, to my chest, down my stomach. When he got to my cock, which was already aching and hard, he sucked it deep into his mouth. Pleasure spread through me, a million little pinpoints of sensation, all from Gage.

My body arched toward him, but he pulled off my cock with a pop of his lips, then buried his face in my groin, nuzzling my balls. His teeth teased my inner thigh, biting gently, then with more strength. The sharp press made me cry out and tangle my hands in his hair, twining it around my fingers as best as I could. “Please.” I writhed beneath him.

“I’m here. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll always do my best to give you what you need.” Gage knelt between my legs, kissed my right hip bone, then my left. “Turn over.”

I lifted my leg over his head, rolled to my stomach on the mattress. I waited, wanting, needing, all that stuff I’d dug up still right there on the surface. I didn’t know if I wanted this to bury it again or set it free for the second time in one day.

Gage leaned over me, kissed my nape, then my shoulders, massaged them, fingers deep in the muscle. It made my cock jerk, made me moan as he massaged and kissed, his lips whispering over my skin.

His hands and mouth journeyed south, taking a cross-country trip down my body, taking little detours before getting back on track again. When he got to my ass, he caressed the globes, alternating between softness and digging his fingers in deep the way he did on my shoulders. “Please,” I begged again just as he pulled my ass cheeks apart.

“Such a pretty little hole, Jojo. I love that it’s mine, that no one has ever had it and no one ever will.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my rim, and it felt so good, my skin sizzled with sensation.

My hands fisted in the pillows as I rutted against the bed. “Lick me, touch me.”

“Jesus, I’ll never get used to this…to having you.” He settled between my spread thighs, held my ass open, kissed me on that spot where I needed his touch so bad, then flicked his tongue back and forth over my ring. His hands massaged me as he ate and savored, and I mumbled and begged, fucking the bed.

Gage worked a wet finger into my hole, the push and pull of him inside me. Then he’d use his tongue on me before going back again. He was treasuring me—fast, then slow, one finger, then two, followed by his tongue. It was as if we had an eternity and he wanted me to know there was no rush; that he was here savoring me and wanted nothing more than for me to feel good. He growled into my ass, nipping at my cheeks and making me smile. I felt him everywhere, inside and out, until I was spiraling out of control and thought I might die if I didn’t feel him inside me soon.

“I need you. Please.”

“I’m right here. Always here.” Gage pushed up onto his knees. He reached over, pulled the lube from the nightstand, and slicked himself up, then my hole. He lay over me, forehead against the back of my head…pushed…sank…made us one. I released a breath when he was fully inside, a part of me now.

He breathed in my hair, slid down to nuzzle my neck, then began to fuck. His body moved against mine, his hips slapping, pumping, quick and sharp, in and out.

His fingers entwined with mine, our hands connected as he gave himself to me. That was exactly what it felt like—Gage giving himself to me in another way. Would it always be like this with us? So beautiful and humbling and new? I wanted to hold on to it, never let go. I didn’t know what made me do it, but I kissed his wrist, then bit into him enough to leave marks. Gage cried out, begged for more, so I did it again.

He cursed, pulled out, and I was empty, so empty and gaping. “More,” I pleaded.

He flipped me, tugged my legs up and over his shoulders, filled me again.

“Yesss,” I hissed out. I ached. I wanted to come but wanted this to last, wished we could live in his bed, stay connected this way and never need anything but each other.



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