Twisted Rivalry Read Online Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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It’s a squeeze to get the head in, and he moans, but there’s more pleasure than pain to it. I massage his ass cheek, hoping I can relax his body enough to invite me in farther.

“Just keep it right there,” he says.

He takes quick breaths as we wait, both of us more than a little impatient, in silence together, my cock twitching like it’s ready to just get in and pound that hole.

“A little bit more,” he finally says, and I obey.

What little lubrication we have helps me move in, but not as easily as we normally do; I can feel the friction of my cock against him. I move maybe a centimeter before stopping, waiting for Ryan to give me the all clear.

“Keep going,” he orders.

As I push some more, his head rolls back and he grunts, which makes me stop.

“No, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he says, but as I continue, he grunts some more. “Don’t stop. I can take it. Don’t worry, you’ve been warming me up the past few months.” He snickers—I can tell he’s trying to make light of it—and as I laugh, my cock pushes farther into him so that I’m about a third of the way in.

Steadily, I creep farther and farther into him, and when I’m all in, I lean forward, resting my hands beside his, kissing the back of his neck.

He’s breathing hard.

“How does that feel?” I ask.

“You feel harder than usual.”

Which I’m sure is true because there’s something about being wedged inside him like this that’s got me going, which I don’t figure is making it any easier on him.

“We can stop.”

“No, stay right there,” he insists. “Just give me a moment.”

I kiss his neck some more, his flesh distracting me as my dick throbs within him. He turns his head to look at me, his mouth near enough that I take it, my hand navigating around to feel his hard girth, which I stroke gently.

His body relaxes before he nods, and I pull out slightly, then push forward.

He moans as I give him another small thrust, then another.

His body shakes again, legs trembling. I stop before he says, “Keep going. Please.”

I offer a few more subtle movements, reveling in the sensation of flesh against flesh, how tight his ass is gripping on.

Each subtle thrust loosens him up more and more, opening his body up, and gradually, his shaking subsides.

I lean back down, jerking him as I thrust.

He twists his head back and kisses me as our bodies move in a familiar rhythm. We did it. We’re there, his ass opened up for my cock and his tension no longer an obstacle. When I pull away, he pushes back, our thrusts matching as we work together to end this aching tension—the pressure that’s built steadily since he began tearing off our clothes.

I work up a sweat. We’re all instinct and desire.

“Fuck me harder. I need it harder,” he says, and I obey, his ass clapping, the desk squealing as it creeps across the floor.

We pant together, his cock leaking warm precum over my hand, which helps lube my palm as I keep jerking him.

“God, your ass feels so good,” I confess.

“It’s your ass. Take it.”

And I do. The pressure builds until it feels unbearable, a swirling sensation in my belly, the sort that seizes control of my thrusts.

“Ryan, I’m going to—”

“Do it. Come inside me.”

I pull my hand off the desk and wrap it around him, continuing to stroke his cock in my firm grip as my body erupts into a series of violent movements, as though it’s trying to get my cum as far back into Ryan as I can manage.

“Yes, Jonas, yes!” he calls out as heat rushes to my face, my climax torturing me as I release inside him, the energy rippling like a shock wave through me.

I’m so lost in the high, intoxicated by my body’s fight to get to the end, that I don’t even realize until I come to that I’m crying out, and so is he.

His ass clamps onto my shaft suddenly, and he goes through his own fit of spasms before I feel a warm rush across my fingers. I offer him the strokes he needs to get to the end, before sliding my hand through his mess, then pulling it back to me and lapping it up.

This is just that animal in me still. I’m not thinking any of it through, just trusting that whatever the hell we’re doing isn’t just right, but perfect.

Even though my body’s settled, he keeps pushing his ass back, like his prostate is trying to maintain that stimulation, so I offer him a few more thrusts, hooking my arms around him, kissing his shoulder.

Now we’re both shaking together, reeling in what remains of the experience, my cock still buried in him.



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