Out in Winter (Out in College #8) Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: College, M-M Romance, Novella, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Out in College Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
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“Really? Like…in your ass?” I rasped.

“That’s generally where one inserts a butt plug, so…yes, in my ass.”

I rubbed my hand over my chin thoughtfully. “So you’re telling me that right this very second, you’re stimulating your prostate?”

“Well, it’s not exactly stimulating it, but…it’s there.” He gestured to his crotch area and bit his bottom lip.

“I see…so are we going to skip the cheese and crackers and go straight to the meat?” I pointed at my bulge and pumped my hips to make him laugh.

Drew snickered and squeezed his eyes shut. “Look, this is really embarrassing. I’m telling you because…I can’t sit down and act normal. And I can’t get it out on my own. I tried, but—”

“Are you in pain?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

“No, but I’m uncomfortable and like I said, I’m really fucking embarrassed.”

“Hey, it could happen to anyone.” I made a funny face. “Although…it’s never happened to me. I read a story about a guy who tried to fuck himself with a banana. Fruit sex makes no sense. Buy a fuckin’ dildo. Am I right?”

“Yeah, but this isn’t the same thing,” he groaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Really?” I gave him a dubious once-over.

“Fine…I thought about last night and what I hoped would happen tonight. I thought I could put it in and forget about it while I made dinner. I thought it would speed things along. Bad idea. It was fine at first, but then it bothered me, so I tried to remove it and I couldn’t. And now…I’m pretty fucking mortified. I have never in my life aspired to be the guy who ended up in the emergency room with a lightbulb up my ass,” he groused.

“Wait. You have a lightbulb up there too?”

Drew threw his hands in the air. “No! Just a plug. I have to get it out and I need your…assistance.”

“You got it. Drop your jeans and bend over, baby.”

He didn’t move at first. He licked his lips and sighed in defeat. “That’s not what I had in mind.”

“I need to see what I’m lookin’ at. Go on. Drop trou,” I instructed as I rolled up my sleeves and cracked my knuckles.

Drew gaped. “No fucking way. This is a sensitive issue, not a surgery.”

“I won’t know that until I see. Go on. I’m your doctor tonight. Dr. Perez…at your service.” I winked as I reached for his belt buckle.

“No.” He smacked my hand away, then held my stare for a long moment before caving in. “Fine. I’m trusting you not to make this more embarrassing than it already is.”

Somehow, I kept my expression neutral. Which was a pretty incredible feat if you think about it. The guy I’d been crushing on for months needed me to unplug him.

Drew set his hands on his belt buckle and froze. The poor guy looked like he was hoping the rug would swallow him whole.

“Will it help if I get naked too?” I asked softly.

“I think it’ll help if you just…kiss me.”

His deep, desperate timbre moved through me like honey.

“I can do that.” I stepped into his space and set my hands on his hips.

Our mouths hovered in anticipation. I breathed him in, brushing my nose against his. Everything in me was prepared to pounce. I wanted to take him over and make him mine. But I didn’t want to hurt him. So I reined in my impulses and gently pressed my lips to his.

We stood like that for a moment. The fire crackled and cast a warm glow over us while a RÜFÜS DÜ SOL song played on a Bluetooth speaker. I wasn’t overly romantic, but everything about this moment felt heightened…and special.

Drew slung his arms over my shoulders and leaned in to deepen the connection. And just like that—we burst into flames. Sweet kisses became urgent and hungry. We twisted to get closer, moving into each other’s space until it was impossible to tell where we began or ended. Yet it still wasn’t enough.

I pushed his chest, knocking him onto the sofa. I climbed on top of him, pulling his hands above his head and recapturing his mouth, plunging my tongue inside. His initial grunt of surprise became a hum of approval when I rocked my hips against his rhythmically. Drew hiked his legs over my ass as he threaded his fingers in my hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as he sought friction below.

Our make-out session escalated quickly. Not a surprise. Our nervous energy and feverish desire were a potent combo. Add a butt plug, and we were off to the races. I slid my hand under his sweater and splayed my fingers across his lower abdomen, tweaking his nipples…and accidentally finding his hot spot. Drew arched his back and clutched at my ass, wantonly riding my dick through two layers of denim.



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