Just a Bit Captivated (Straight Guys #14) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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Dazedly, he watched Zain’s long fingers lift the white thobe out of the way and then unzip his pants.

And there it was.

Zain’s cock.

Aiden licked his lips, unable to look away. The cock was more than half-hard already. It was big. Thick. Veiny. Darker than Zain’s skin. Zain’s hand moved, stroking it lazily, until it completely hardened inches away from Aiden’s face, the cockhead fat and glistening.

Christ.

Aiden stared at it, hypnotized. He couldn’t seem to look away.

“Get on with it before I change my mind,” Zain said tersely. “Stop wasting my time.”

Aiden felt a fresh wave of helpless anger—and an equally strong wave of arousal. To his mortification and confusion, Zain’s dismissive, bossy attitude was only making him more eager. More desperate. As if Zain really was doing him a favor by letting him suck his cock. As if it were a privilege.

“Fine, then,” Zain said, making a move to tuck his cock back into his pants.

No!

Aiden swayed forward and touched the head of Zain’s cock with his tongue.

Oh god.

The first lick across the silky, swollen head left him lightheaded with arousal. Fuck, it shouldn’t have been so hot. He was licking another man’s cock. Why did this turn him on so much?

Aiden dragged his tongue from the base of Zain’s cock to the tip, and then he mouthed his way back down, marveling at the silken texture. He could hardly believe he was actually doing this. But god, he wanted this cock in his mouth.

Aiden sucked on the fat tip, and then dipped down further, taking as much of the cock inside him as he could. He moaned, his mind becoming foggy and slow with arousal.

He got a rhythmic bob going, relishing the sensation of the thick, smooth rod sliding over the sensitive skin of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat again, and again, and again. It was making him choke a little, but Aiden kind of didn’t care. He wanted more. He couldn’t stop.

A heavy hand tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling him off Zain’s cock.

Aiden moaned in protest, panting raggedly, and lifted his glazed eyes.

Zain’s face was no longer inscrutable, his jaw tense and locked as though he was in pain. Dark eyes glared down at him, Zain’s hard cock throbbing against Aiden’s parted lips.

Aiden tried to take the cock back into his mouth, but Zain’s grip tightened, not allowing him.

A whine left Aiden’s throat.

Zain’s nostrils flared. “So desperate,” he said, his gaze flicking between Aiden’s eyes and his panting mouth. “Pathetic.”

“Fuck you,” Aiden spat out—or rather, tried to. His voice sounded absolutely wrecked.

Zain’s thumb stroked Aiden’s wet bottom lip, pressing hard. His leaking erection slapped against his cheek. “I’m not surprised. You looked like a cocksucker kneeling on that podium, the way you were constantly licking your fat lips.”

Fat lips? He didn’t have fat lips!

“Why, thank you, I had no idea you were paying so much attention to my lips—”

Zain shoved his cock back into him, making Aiden choke and glare at him sullenly. His anger probably didn’t look very convincing, considering how hard he was, how much this was turning him on—having his mouth used for another man’s pleasure. For this man’s pleasure.

Aiden wished he had the self-control to pull away, to punch this insufferably arrogant man, but something about the humiliating words—the humiliating treatment—only turned him on more. He moaned around Zain’s cock and humped the air, seeking friction—anything.

Zain pressed his socked foot against his crotch, hard, nothing gentle about it, and Aiden groaned, humping it gratefully, harder and faster, oh god, yes, yes—

He came so hard he nearly blacked out. He was barely conscious while Zain grabbed his face, holding him still as he slammed hard into his mouth, over and over and over. Then he groaned and Aiden’s mouth was suddenly filled with hot, salty come. Aiden coughed, but Zain didn’t let him pull back, holding him in place.

“Swallow,” came a quiet command.

Aiden swallowed every drop, shivering as Zain’s thumb stroked his cheek lightly before Zain removed his hands from his face.

Panting, Aiden looked up, despising how much he wanted to have pleased this man. Was it good?

Was I good?

Zain tucked his cock back into his pants. His face was inscrutable once again. “Passable. You were more eager than skilled, but some men are into that.”

Flushing, Aiden glowered at him. “Fuck you.”

Straightening his thobe, Zain said, “You’ll need more practice.” He walked out, leaving Aiden gaping.

More practice?

Chapter Ten

Apparently, when Zain had said “more practice,” he had meant it.

Over the next few days, Aiden found himself practicing at least twice a day. The asshole didn’t even care what Aiden was doing or if the timing was inconvenient for him.

This morning, Aiden had to forgo breakfast and suck Zain’s cock while the bastard sat at the head of the table, casually sipping his coffee and doing something on his phone.



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