The Best Men (The Best Men #1) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Best Men Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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I’m greedy for him. I want more of his kisses and more of his artful touch. Just more. “Fuck me,” I demand. “Do it.”

He goes still. “Aren’t we saving that for later?”

“No,” I insist. “I’m on a deadline here. And you’ve got just what I need.”

He blinks. “A hard dick, and good hygiene?”

Hell, the way I feel about Asher is so much more than that. But I haven’t got any idea how to explain it. I’ll never forget this night. I’ll never forget him. And I’d never want to.

But that’s too many words for a guy who’s addled by lust. So I crane my neck and kiss him roughly instead. Our teeth click and our whiskers scrape and our tongues clash.

He moans, and I feel it in my balls.

I reach up and artlessly rub his chest. I don’t want to stop touching him.

Ever.

24

THE JOY OF DICK

ASHER

I’m stalling. And I’m not sure why.

Maybe it’s because Flip would kill me if he knew I’d deflowered his fiancée’s brother’s ass.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never been anyone’s first time.

Maybe—and this is not my favorite theory—maybe I’m not sure I really deserve the way Mark is looking at me. Like I’m a superhero. I’m basically Iron Man right now. Just ask my dick.

Mark weaves his fingers into my hair and tugs. “St. James,” he says against my mouth. He kisses me so hard that I think that’s the end of the sentence. But then he adds, “Fuck me now. Pound me right into the bed.”

In answer, I let out a horny groan and hump his thigh. Because I’m eloquent like that.

“You’re wasting time,” he whispers. “And it’s not like we have lots of it.”

Of course he’s right. This perfect moment won’t last. They never do. I untangle myself from Mark and reach for the condoms. “You’re sure about this?”

“Deathly.”

I get busy suiting up. And when I turn back to the bed, kneeling between Mark’s thighs, he tucks his hands behind his head, lifts his chin, and gives me a look that says what are you waiting for?

God, Mark Banks could break me. He knows what he wants, which is sexy as hell. And he’s not afraid to ask for it.

He isn’t the boring man I mistook him for a few months ago.

Hell, he’s not who I thought he was yesterday morning when we got on that plane to Florida.

He’s so much more, and if he floored me in all the best ways yesterday, that’s nothing compared to how he’s affecting me now.

I’m utterly stunned to discover who he is and what he wants.

It’s a big fucking deal to be someone’s first.

That’s why I was stalling. For him, but truly, for me.

I want to give him something he’s never felt before. The most intense pleasure ever. I want to make this so out-of-this-world for him that he never regrets the night I walked into his room when he was watching that show.

And hell yes, I can fucking do that.

Iron Man didn’t shirk away from his mission. I won’t lose sight of mine⏤making this moment worth it for him.

In every single way.

Including one really fucking important way.

Words.

“Just tell me if it hurts. Tell me if you want to stop,” I say, since that’s the stark reality of sex. Not everyone likes it every way.

“I will, but . . .” His blue irises flames at me as he reaches for the lube, squirts some on his hand, and then coats my covered cock. “. . . I can’t do that till you’re in me. So just get in me,” he rasps out. “Or do I have to beg?”

My entire body shudders, a wave of pleasure jolting through me. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt this . . . restless about sex.

But that’s the wrong word entirely.

I’ve never been this thrilled.

My body buzzes with excitement as I rub the head of my cock against his entrance, my breath staggering past my lips the second I make contact.

A tight gasp comes from him. He pushes up on his elbows, his eyes wild as he watches my face, then as his gaze drifts down to where we connect.

His fearlessness spurs me on.

I grip his knee, pushing his right leg up, making this easier for him as I breach him.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts tightly, his breath hitching.

I know what he’s feeling. The first stirring of pain that’s not quite pleasure yet. “You good?”

Mark won’t want me to ask if it hurts. He probably won’t care anyway if it does. He’ll make it through those inevitable seconds of pain that always ebb away till everything feels just right.

That’s where I want to get him.

“I’m good,” he mutters. This guy knows his body, knows his needs, and he reaches for my arms, locking his hands tight around my biceps.

I sink in deeper, pleasure twisting through me as his gorgeous body hugs my cock.


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