HEA – Happily Ever After – After Oscar Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“Stop. Teasing,” he growled.

I barely had time to take in the surroundings, the marble floor and paneled walls adorned with gilt-framed mirrors, before my hips crashed against a large round accent table. A massive vase of flowers sitting on top wobbled and tipped, crashing to the floor.

Oscar ignored it. With one hand fisted in my hair, he held me in place as he crushed his mouth to mine. For such an elegant, graceful man, his kiss was anything but. It was barely contained hunger and need. It was raw desire. It scattered my thoughts and sent my pulse skittering.

I responded in kind, reaching for his shirt. I tried fumbling at the buttons before giving up and ripping it open. I needed to touch him, to run my hands over bare skin. I’d expected smooth perfection and had assumed Oscar would have been the type of man to be manscaped and groomed at all times. So I was surprised by the dusting of hair across his chest. I dragged my fingers through it, following the trail of it down to the waistband of his pants.

In seconds, I had his belt undone and was working on his fly, even as he tugged my shirt free. We were a whirlwind of grasping limbs, feet kicking off shoes, and fingers tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to be rid of them. We stumbled through the foyer, crashing against another accent table and sending a statue and a lamp tumbling to the floor.

I winced. “Maybe we should⁠—”

Oscar cut me off before I could finish suggesting that perhaps we should be more careful. “Fuck it.” He barely took his mouth from my neck to growl the words.

“But—”

He pressed a forearm across my chest, pinning my back to the wall. “I’ll pay for the damage.” He then reached for my pants, nearly ripping them open. “Now, I believe I was going to demonstrate my oral skills.”

Then he was on his knees with my cock free and his hand fisted around my base. He squeezed, holding me as he gazed at my dick. The tip glistened with precum, and his eyes cut up to meet mine as he flicked his tongue across it.

“Hmmmmmm…” he groaned in appreciation.

He ran his lips lightly along my length, teasing, and I bucked my hips, wanting—needing—more. “Fuck, Oscar,” I breathed.

He grinned, making it clear he was getting me back for teasing him in the elevator earlier. He continued torturing me with his tongue, pressing it against my slit, running it around the edge of my crown, trailing it down my length, lapping at my sac.

My legs trembled so badly I had to brace my hands on the wall behind me. My chest ached, my breathing tight and rapid. When Oscar finally took my tip in his mouth, I almost collapsed as pleasure ricocheted through me. But that was nothing compared to the stars that exploded behind my eyes as he moved his mouth down, taking more and more until I felt myself hit the back of his throat.

I expected to feel his retreat, but instead, he swallowed me even deeper until his lips reached the base of my cock. His hands slid around to grab my ass, holding me steady as he began to take me apart.

“Yes. Christ,” I barely managed to say, my thoughts no longer coherent.

Oscar licked and sucked relentlessly, giving me no reprieve. I felt my control slipping as he dragged me closer to the edge.

“If you keep going like that, this all night long thing is gonna be over in two minutes,” I warned.

In response, he slipped a finger between my ass cheeks, finding my hole and pressing against it. My hips bucked, my movements becoming more frantic the harder he pushed. Then he was inside me, the tip of his finger searching, searching…

“Fuck. Fuck,” I wailed with no semblance of control as he tagged my prostate while swallowing around me again. I threw my head back, not recognizing the animalistic grunts and moans coming from my throat.

In that moment, I knew two things: I was going to come, and I didn’t want to come without Oscar.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back, and he looked up at me, surprised. His lips were plump and swollen, his cheeks flushed. Saliva and precum coated his mouth and chin, making him look thoroughly, messily debauched.

“Come here,” I growled, yanking him to his feet and shoving his open pants down.

I spun him around in front of me, ignoring his hoarse shout, and wrapped an arm across his chest, bracing his body against mine. My cock slicked against his bare ass, and for a moment, I imagined what it would be like to spread his cheeks wide and press myself against his hole. I had to grasp my root hard for a moment to stop myself from coming.



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