The Humbug Holiday Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
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He gripped his gorgeous cock as he hiked one knee onto the bed and climbed over me. He pressed languid kisses along the column of my neck as he captured my wrists and secured them to the mattress. Sure, I could have bucked him off and taken control in a heartbeat, but he was so damn good at this. I loved the feel of his warm skin and the weight of his hips pinning me in place. I opened up for him in every way I could. I parted my lips and my legs, groaning into his mouth when he adjusted his boner to glide alongside mine.

The friction was heaven. We humped and grinded, sucking on tongues in a heated embrace as we rolled all over that huge bed. Cameron released me just before I toppled over the edge. I took the break in the action to lose my socks and boxer briefs. Then I propped a pillow against the plain wood headboard and jacked my drooling cock, smearing precum over the tip as Cameron searched for supplies in the bedside table. He tossed a condom and a small bottle of lube next to me and dove belly first onto the mattress, between my thighs.

I chuckled at his playful sneak attack but groaned when he licked the smooth skin under my balls. “That’s good. That’s so—oh, fuck.”

Cameron flicked my balls with the tip of his tongue and rubbed his scruffy beard along my thigh. I was fairly certain this was a precursor to sucking dick…and I was all for that, but apparently, he had other things in mind.

He flattened his tongue and spread my cheeks wide, pushing my hips upward to give him better access, then licked my puckered hole. I let out a weird whimpering noise and reached out to run my fingers through his hair as he worked wicked magic, laving and poking at my hole while I chanted incoherent praise. I was ready for his dick and begging was fast becoming an option, but I didn’t want to let this go either. I hadn’t been with a lover who was this good at rimming in ages.

I liked his fingers too. He kissed the inside of my thigh as he slid a single digit along my crease. I think that was when I begged for him to fucking do it already.

“Do what? Suck you?” Cameron licked my cock from base to tip and swallowed my length. “Or do you want my fingers? Like this?”

He slipped one finger in and a second, twisting his wrist and hitting my prostate at each pass.

“Mm. Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” I leaned on my elbows and watched the show. He was like liquid fire, everywhere at once…sucking me as he stretched me open. I wiped sweat from my upper lip and pushed his forehead when the pressure and pleasure teetered me too close to the finish line.

He chuckled. “No more?”

“I want it all. Fuck me, Cam.”

I didn’t have to ask twice.

Cameron suited up and lubed up like a man on a mission, guided his cock to my hole, and pushed. He inched his way inside and met my gaze when he was fully seated. It was the most vulnerable I’d felt with anyone in…well, years. Fuck, maybe ever.

Honestly, missionary was by far my least favorite position. I wasn’t a romantic dude, and the thought of staring into someone’s eyes while getting my prostate probed gave me the heebie-jeebies. It was the same with women, so I supposed it went beyond my personal pleasure receptors and teetered into the expectation zone.

What started as a powerful connection often left me feeling unbearably small and inadequate, knowing I’d never be what any of those partners needed. Sex with me wasn’t going to save your soul or change your life no matter how much I wished for it.

But this felt different. I didn’t want to look away. I didn’t want to wrangle for a position change. I had no doubt he’d happily comply with a nasty “get behind me and fuck my ass” request, however…it wasn’t necessary. This—right here, right now, was perfect. So fucking perfect.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and lifted my hips to meet his first thrust. And his second.

Cameron’s breath hitched as he bent to seal his mouth over mine. He never stopped moving…slow and steady, sweet yet with the right amount of dirty. He kissed then bit, pulled out gently and rocked my world, driving the momentum to a whole new level. No kidding. The bedsprings squeaked in protest when he rose above me, pistoning his hips like a jackhammer. He anchored me with one hand on my chest while the other stroked me to oblivion.

I was covered in sweat—his and mine. My heart raced and my limbs felt like jelly, but I didn’t want this to end. The thing was…I had minimal control here. He was running this show, and he was damn good at it. I held on tight when he bent to lick my lips and whispered, “You ready to come? Tell me you want it. Go on.”



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