Better Than Home – Better Than Good Novella Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
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I ran the thumb of my free hand along his crease as I stroked him, teasing his hole with featherlight caresses. If we’d had more time, I would have kept this up. Aaron loved my fingers in his ass. Especially when my mouth was on his dick.

I bent to lick him from base to tip, twirling my tongue around his slit. Damn, he tasted good. I sucked the wide mushroom head as I massaged his entrance. And when he pulled my hair, I gave him what he really wanted…a serious blowjob. I bobbed my head as I worked him over, alternately licking, then sucking his shaft while I stroked him. Over and over.

He opened his legs wider still and lifted his hips. He looked thoroughly debauched in his unbuttoned shirt and pink-striped socks, pinching his nipples as he fucked my mouth intently. I think he was chanting my name too, but it was hard to hear over the rush of blood in my head. And don’t get me started on my poor cock pulsing in my sweats. I wanted nothing more than to shove them aside and plunge inside him and—

Why the fuck wasn’t I already there?

I pulled off his cock and scrambled to grab the small bottle of lube hidden in the side drawer of the end table. I tossed it on top of his stomach and pushed my sweats down, freeing my dick with a sigh of relief, then tugging my tee over my head. And because I knew my husband very well, I slipped the T-shirt under his ass…’cause new sofa.

By the time I was back in position, he had two lubed fingers in his hole. I slapped his wrist lightly and lined myself at his entrance and inched my way inside, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as I began to move.

I shivered at the sweet feel of his tight hole wrapped around my cock. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I bit his jaw and kissed it better, resting my forehead on his.

“I love this. Every time I think I can hold off, give you something instead of taking, I wind up here…balls deep inside you. I can’t tell if I’m selfish or addicted,” I whispered, moving slow and steady. “I can’t get enough.”

Aaron licked his lips as he splayed his hands over my shoulders. “Take whatever you want. Do it, Matty. Fuck me.”

I did.

It was fast and dirty and sexier than hell. And just before I blew my load, he pushed at my chest and asked if he could ride me instead. I wasn’t sure how I held it together, but I lifted him as I shifted into a sitting position and let him take over. Aaron dug his knees into the sofa cushions and bounced on my dick as he sucked my tongue and raked his nails on my back.

My stamina shocked the hell out of me. I’d thought I’d be a goner within a few strokes, but I lasted a beat longer than Aaron. Literally. He came with a shudder, spurting between us, and I was right there. Only, I came inside him, growling his name in the hollow of his neck.

Ding dong.

We blinked in surprise and scrambled to clean up. We bumped heads and elbows with each other in our haste. I snickered at Aaron’s expression when he fell on my cum-stained tee.

“Relax. I’ve got this.” I pulled my sweats on and raced to the kitchen to grab a few paper towels.

“Wait. You can’t answer the door like that,” he stage-whispered, his sexy lacy boxers dangling from his thumb.

I glanced down at my chest, then at him. “Fine. You go.”

“Okay.” He flung the boxers over his shoulder and sashayed toward the door.

I caught him around the waist and smacked his ass. “I don’t think the delivery person is ready for all that hotness. Beat it, husband. I need my chicken fried rice.”

Ding dong.

Aaron flashed a mischievous wink before racing to our room naked.

I stared after him and my mind just kinda went blank. Maybe it was sexual satisfaction or the scent of dinner on the other side of the door.

Or maybe I was so perfectly locked in the moment that I felt sort of invincible. All my worries and real world static were firmly shoved into an airtight compartment in my brain labeled “Things to worry about later.”

As in…much later. Or not at all.

Aaron was in a good place again. He was happy and fuck, call me easy, but that made me happy too.

Let’s be real, mentioning a rumor about my firm opening an office in LA wouldn’t go over well after it felt like we were finally getting our groove back in DC.

There was no reason to borrow trouble, right? Life was good.

4

Contentment breeds complacency.

That had to be why I blabbed about Aaron’s soon-to-be unemployed status to my mom later that week.



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