The Duality of Swans Read Online Lilly Atlas

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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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Strong hands gripped his ass, parting his cheeks as a warm tongue licked over his ball sack. Liam hissed. “Yes.”

He leaned forward, giving Tate closer access to his balls, then licked across the top of Tate’s cock, gathering a dribble of precum. The salty burst of flavor had him moaning like he’d tasted his favorite treat.

Who was he kidding? Tate’s cock was by far his favorite treat.

Tate continued to tease Liam with licks and sucks to his balls, leaving his cock untouched and aching. He got his revenge by sucking the head of Tate’s dick into his mouth, playing with it while not allowing him any deeper.

“Jesus, Luxe, your cock is drooling all over my goddamn chest.”

“That’s cuz you won’t suck it, you sadist,” Liam snapped, making Tate howl with laughter.

“Oh yeah?” he said, still chuckling. “Well, what’s with you just tonguing my tip like I’m a damn lollipop?”

“Revenge,” Liam said with a dark snicker. “I… oh shit.”

White hot suction enveloped his entire cock as Tate swallowed him to the root. Liam’s entire body convulsed from extreme pleasure.

“Now we’re talking,” he muttered before mirroring Tate’s action and inhaling his dick. Was it normal how much he loved having a mouth full of cock?

Who cares?

They didn’t speak again, too focused on driving each other crazy. Every erotic sound and thrust of Tate’s hips had him spiraling toward orgasm as much as the suction on his cock. And when Tate finally unloaded down his throat, Liam swallowed every drop like a parched man in the desert as his savior's orgasm triggered his own.

He had one final thought before his brain melted out through his dick.

I will do anything I have to in order to keep this man.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

THINGS CHANGED AFTER the night of Liam’s grand opening. First off, Liam’s schedule went from busy to insanity as his studio took off without needing training wheels. Every class he offered had a waitlist, and every mom in town was abuzz with how much they loved the new dance teacher. Tate heard some shit talk and slurs over the rainbow flag sticker on the entrance door as well, but in general, Liam was being accepted in town much better than Tate had feared.

Tate felt himself changing as well. Not overnight, but in small increments that moved him toward a life he never dared to hope for but wanted now. No, he wasn’t ready to sit on a float in a gay pride parade, but he no longer hid his friendship with Liam. They weren’t making out in public or even announcing their relationship, but they’d sat together at the coffee shop on a number of occasions when they happened to show up around the same time. They’d met for a drink one night, just two guys chilling after work. Tate had even taken him fishing in the creek once. That time, they’d been alone and probably scared a few fish for life with their inability to keep their hands off each other, but people in town knew they’d gone together since they rode to the bait shop in Tate’s car.

So far, Randy hadn’t given him any shit, but it was coming. He could feel the curious stares and heavy tension at work and around the trailer park. He’d decided to get it the hell over with, so he’d accepted Randy’s invitation to lunch at the diner between jobs today. Of course, he was the first to arrive.

The place had seen better days, for sure, with maroon vinyl seats that had cracks and exposed foam cushions. The floor always seemed just shy of sticky, and fewer than half the tableside jukeboxes worked. Most stole patrons’ quarters while management claimed there was no possible way to open them up without the ‘jukebox representative’ who always happened to be scheduled the next day.

Such bullshit.

Still, Tate had practically lived at the diner as a kid, with his mom working there since she turned fourteen. The place held a nostalgia that nowhere else did.

Millie, a waitress he’d known since birth, sat him at his favorite booth. “You need a menu, kid?” She’d been calling him kid for the past twenty-three years.

“Nah.” He knew it like the back of his hand. “Just waiting on Rand and Daryl.”

“Okay, sugar. I’ll get you some coffee while you wait.”

“Thanks, Miss Millie.” She turned to leave, but Tate stopped her with a, “Oh, hey, my momma come in for her shift this morning?”

“She sure did, sugar. Just left about twenty minutes ago.”

Thank God. At least today had that going for it.

The bell above the door jangled, and Tate glanced up to see the second good omen of the day. The best part of any day. Liam strode in with a smile on his face. He had the same painted sleeveless tops he danced in but, thankfully, had slipped a pair of loose shorts over his dance tights. He spoke to the waitress at the hostess stand, indicating he had a to-go order to pick up from the counter. As he spoke, he noticed Tate sitting there, and his entire face lit up like a damn holiday tree.



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