YOU COULD DO BETTER (CONTESTED POSSESSION #3) BY SASHA AVICE – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sasha Avice
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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CHRIS WAS BALLS DEEP in the guy—slim, blonde, handsome—
when he felt the rush of his climax coming on.
“Jesus, there, there, fuck, right there,” the guy said. He’d been keeping up
a stream of words the whole time, his body twisting and pushing to get the
angle he wanted, the touch that made him feel good.
Chris felt a flicker of annoyance, but it flamed out as he started to come in
the condom, his head dropping, hands tightening on the guy’s hips to hold
him still.
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“Give me a hand, fuck,” the guy said.
Nate, his name was Nate, Chris thought as he caught his breath and
reached under him.
Nate’s cock was thick and hard in his hand, already moving to get the
friction he needed to get there.
“Tighter, fuck, tighter, c’mon,” Nate said as he rolled his hips back and
forth on Chris’ dick.
Chris felt the skin sliding over his palm and it repulsed him. He wanted to
pull out, but Nate was shoving against him like the feel of a still hard cock
in him and a hand on his own cock was really doing it for him, and Chris
just wanted him to finish, so he stayed where he was and let Nate get there.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck,” Nate bit out and started to come. He grabbed
Chris’ hand around him and crushed them together to work himself through
it, his come squelching through their fingers.
It took every ounce of manners Chris had not to shove Nate forward,
spring off the bed and run into the bathroom to get it off himself.
“All done?” he asked after Nate had stopped shooting for at least ten
seconds, though he was still working Chris’ hand over his dick and rocking
back into his groin.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, that was amazing,” Nate said.
Chris wriggled his hand. Nate took the hint and let him go. He worked his
hips back in polite increments. Nate pushed back again with a groan.
Chris bit back his curse. He held Nate’s hip firmly and pulled out.
“Shit, man,” Nate said and flopped onto his stomach.
Chris sprang off the bed. He blushed but Nate wasn’t looking at him. He
dashed into the bathroom and washed his hands, careful not to look at
himself. He took a deep breath, went back out and started looking for his
clothes. The bed creaked and he didn’t look.
“No need to rush off, eh? We could go again in the morning if you wanna
stay.”
Chris yanked his boxers on, reached for his pants, got those on, conscious
of doing it in a way that appeared relaxed—he slowed down on this
particular buttonhole, blew his hair out of his face.
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