Pushing the Limits (Secrets Kept #2) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Secrets Kept Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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He didn’t need words for me to know what he was saying…that my heart was his, and his was mine, and Christ, we were so goddamned fucked, but I didn’t care. Not about anything in that moment except for us.

I grabbed him, hands on Isaac’s hips as I pulled him forward. Our mouths crashed together, hard and hungry, tongues delving. He groaned into me, tangled his hand in my hair, fisting the strands until there was a slight burn in my scalp.

“Jesus, I can’t fucking believe this is happening. I’m going to devour you, Lane.” His kisses trailed down my neck. I dropped my head back, and Isaac took advantage, pushing his face into my neck, biting and sucking, like his goal was to mark me. “Tell me you want me. I’ve been waiting fourteen years to have you.”

Guilt and regret pummeled my heart, like fists slamming into it as if it was a punching bag. We’d wasted so much time. He’d wanted me, known he’d wanted me all this time, and I hadn’t let myself see it. Hadn’t let myself wish it was possible. And maybe it still wasn’t. Maybe we were fooling ourselves, and doing this would tear our family apart, but right then, all I could focus on was Isaac.

“I want you. I need you—oh fuck.” Sharp pain pierced me, Isaac’s teeth biting into my shoulder, before he licked the pain away.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” My body was on fire, my balls full and achy, my dick hard and throbbing. For a brief moment I wondered if he’d been with anyone the night before, but just as quickly as the thought came, it left my mind. I knew he hadn’t. Not after our kiss yesterday and how he’d come home.

I grabbed Isaac’s face, and our mouths were pulled together again, a collision of pleasure and years of pent-up desire. Red paint smeared on his face, and I had no doubt it was on me and in my hair, but I didn’t care.

It really felt like Isaac was trying to devour me, like he wanted to consume every part of me. His kisses were hard, his hands too. We stumbled backward, and I hit the table, upsetting the paints there.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I usually have more finesse than this.”

“That’s what they all say,” I teased.

“I’m scared you’ll change your mind,” Isaac admitted softly, and with so much vulnerability, it stole my breath. How could he love me that much? I didn’t understand it, not someone as bright of a light, someone so confident and desired as Isaac.

“I won’t.” I brushed my fingers against his cheek. It was the hand with paint, leaving streaks behind.

“Good…because I’m about to give you the best blowjob of your life,” he said, boastful Isaac back.

“You think so?”

“Oh, Lane, I guarantee it.”

Shivers racked my body, desire shooting up my spine and exploding into fireworks there.

Isaac dropped to his knees, leaned in, nuzzled his face into my underwear-covered bulge, and inhaled. “Fuck, you smell so good. I’m going to sleep right here tonight, with my face between your legs so I can smell sex on you and lick and suck your cock anytime I want.”

My knees nearly gave out. My hand slipped on the table, hitting the yellow paint and causing it to spill. “We’re making a mess,” I said, hands in his short hair.

“I don’t care. It’s hot. I want to paint you the way you’ve always drawn me.”

“Do it,” I said.

Isaac looked up at me from his knees, longing in his eyes and cockiness in the smirk on his lips. “You’ll let me do anything I want, won’t you?”

“Yes, and you would give me the same.”

He shrugged. “I like orgasms, what can I say?”

“Hey, I didn’t mean that when I said it. I was just—”

“It’s fine, Lane. All I want right now is to suck your dick.”

How could a guy argue with that?

Isaac hooked his fingers in the band of my boxer briefs and tugged them down. My erection bounced against my stomach, eager to be free. Isaac hissed, still shoving my briefs down while leaning in, rooting his nose around in my groin again and inhaling long, deep breaths. His cheek rested against my thigh, his tongue flicking over my heavy sac. Pleasure shot through me again at just the simple movement on my balls.

“You have a pretty cock, Lane. I used to wonder about it, wished I could stumble into the bathroom when you showered and see it. We’d fall asleep together, or you’d draw me, and my dick would ache the whole damn time, because it was so damn hard to be close to you. Difficult, but at the same time, it was all I ever wanted.”

“Jesus, Isaac.” My voice was choppy. My erection jerked, precum leaking from the slit at nothing more than his words to me and his breath against my nuts.



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