Easton (The Swift Brothers #2) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Swift Brothers Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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My heart stops. “Don’t you have any?”

“No. I rushed over here. It’s not like I thought this would happen. You don’t?”

Disappointment makes my head throb. Why the hell didn’t I think about that? “I don’t fuck people here.”

His eyes soften, like he’s yet again trying to find something in me, something that isn’t there…

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“How am I looking at you?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I’m negative. We can—”

“East, I’m not fucking you raw. Not tonight, at least. I should be negative too, but I haven’t been tested in a while. Not after the last person I was with.”

“It’s fine. This was probably a stupid idea anyway.” I try to move, try to get up, but he sets his free hand on my stomach, slides his fingers out of me, then pushes them back in again. “Fuck.” I arch toward him.

“Did you think that meant I wasn’t going to make you come? Because I’m going to.” In, out, in, out. My eyes roll back. A soft, needy sound sneaks out, my ass pushing down against his fingers. “Your ass is so fucking needy for me, isn’t it?”

“What was your first clue?” I try to make the comment sound biting, but it doesn’t, and Archer chuckles.

He pumps more lube onto his fingers. “Look at me, East.”

“No.”

“Look at me,” he says again, and a stubborn part of me, one that’s scared by the fact that I called him tonight, wants to deny him, but…

My eyes find him.

“Good boy.”

I tremble, surrender to the moment and whatever it is Archer wants to do to me, as long as he keeps telling me I’m good.

“I’m going to use my fingers on this tight hole of yours while I suck your pretty cock.” He dances his fingers up my length, and I bite back a groan.

He twists his fingers, pushes in as deep as he can. The burn is a welcome sensation, the stretch and pressure too. “Yes. Please.” But the wild part is, I suddenly don’t even need to come. I just need Archer to help me not feel so goddamned empty all the time. The orgasm will just be a bonus.

“So polite,” he says playfully before bending forward, his tongue starting at my balls and giving me a long lick until he gets to the tip. He takes me deep into his mouth, the hot, wet suction driving me wild, while he finger-fucks my ass. Each time they rub against my prostate, my body sings with a pleasure I’ve never known.

When my eyes start to fall closed again, I force them open. I look at him, watch Archer because he told me to, because I want to show him I can be good for him.

He’s watching me too, dark hair hanging over his forehead, and he smiles around my cock because he fucking knows I did that for him. How the hell can this man read me so well?

Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair, tighten my fist in the strands while he bobs on my dick, still pumping in and out of my ass. It’s so good, like I’m something to him, like he needs this connection too, though I know that’s just in my head.

He pushes a third finger into me, making my balls draw up, pushing me so close to that edge, but I don’t want to give in to it, don’t want to surrender to this feeling because when I do, it will be over.

Archer takes me to the back of his throat, swallows around the head of my cock, then brushes against my prostate. I move my hips, meet his mouth, fuck into him while silently begging deeper, deeper, deeper.

Archer pulls off my cock and buries his face in my balls, licking and sucking them.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. Next time it’s gonna be my dick. Gonna watch that pretty hole open and stretch around me.”

“Yes…hell yes.”

“You’d let me stay in here all night, wouldn’t you? Let me finger you and fuck you over and over and over again.”

I would. I fucking would, but I can’t make sense of why. How he manages to do this to me.

He pushes his fingers in again, and I arch off the bed.

Archer curses, and then his mouth wraps around my cock again, sucking me as he finger-fucks me, hard and fast, until I can’t hold back anymore.

“Gonna come.”

He doesn’t pull off. I figure he takes that as a safer risk, so I let go, shatter apart as spurt after spurt of cum fills his mouth.

Archer takes it all, makes greedy noises as he swallows me down, then pushes up onto his knees, fingers of one hand still in my ass, while he uses the other to stroke himself. He jerks his cock hard and fast, his gaze not allowing mine to pull away from him, even if I wanted to. The tendons in his throat strain before his mouth drops open, hot ropes of cum landing on my torso.



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