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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As I ease my way into him, his eyes seal shut, his mouth dropping open.

This is different than those early fucks; his ass opens up as if conditioned to accept me, his body relaxing, letting me in so I can give him this pleasure he desperately craves.

I push in until my hips touch his ass, then lean down close and reclaim his mouth. His hand settles on the back of my head, holding me, and there’s something calming about it as our tongues greet each other. We kiss slowly, and as I thrust at the same pace, Ryan’s free hand rests on my side. I hook an arm around his neck, keeping him tight against me as I run my tongue along his bottom lip, then lick up the middle. His hot breath hits me as I thrust some more.

“Yes, yes,” he whispers as I pick up my pace. “Harder. Faster.”

It’s the sort of moment that makes me hate Kieran. Because this is all Ryan should have ever experienced—only receiving when he’s confirming, begging, pleading for it.

I obey, speeding up, watching him moan and his eyes roll back.

“You look so hot taking me,” I tell him. “You feel so good.”

He trembles in my hold, a smile tugging across his face, assuring me I’m right up against his prostate.

“Jonas, I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?”

I slow my movements, and now I’m smiling. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

He smiles even bigger, the sort of smile I couldn’t have expected after everything we discussed. And I’m proud to know I’m the one who’s cheering him up.

I pull out of him, and we switch so I’m lying on my shirt, which is a little damp now. He takes good care of my hole, just as I did his, filling me with his cock.

“God, I hope it feels this good when I’m in you,” I tell him.

“Oh, it does.”

His validation makes my heart race with excitement as his dick jams up against my prostate, that familiar rush sweeping through me, stirring sensation that has me needing him that much more.

As he fucks me harder, he kisses me, our bodies pressed tight together, each thrust pounding my ass, the slapping echoing in the woods.

There’s something incredible about fucking out here, like wild animals who’d stumbled upon each other once again, fucking with abandon. We’re free of Simon, free of the world, free of our pasts and problems as he gets me so worked up, I can’t help but call out his name.

He must know how good he’s giving it because he speeds up, each thrust stimulating me that much more, taking me fucking higher. I’m all twists and gasps and moans of pleasure.

“You’re so hot like that, Jonas. You’re gonna make me shoot.”

“Do it. Please,” I beg. “I want you in me and keep fucking me when you’re done so I can shoot.”

He chuckles before drilling into me, and I watch as his face twists up, his mouth contorted as I feel him pulse within me, filling my greedy hole.

He obeys my request, and I grip my cock, stroking in a frenzy, because between how his dick hits that spot and knowing I’m stuffed with his cum, it’s more than I can bear, and soon, I’m twitching and contorting myself, his lips smacking against mine as warmth erupts across my abs.

He lowers on top of me, his stomach spreading my cum across our bellies.

Hooking my arms around him, I pull him tight against me.

I don’t want to fucking let go. If I can just hold him here, maybe we can stay like this until we’re ready to go again. Maybe we won’t ever have to face the world, and it can be just the two of us forever.

27

RYAN

I sit on the sofa in the library nook, rereading the same paragraph of The Count of Monte Cristo for what must be the twentieth time. It’s hard to focus when the conversation I had with Jonas yesterday keeps running through my head.

Simon knows. He must. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shared that vile, distorted story. This is all part of his master plan. When Jonas and I started messing around, I wanted Simon to get it over with, reveal what this was all about. But now that we’ve been doing this for months and I’ve gotten to know this incredible man, I don’t mind waiting for the inevitable. As long as that means I get to spend a few more nights with him. As long as Simon doesn’t take him from me just yet. But it’s cruel, since I know that’s what he has in mind. What other fate could Jonas and I have?

The library door creaks open, and I don’t even have to look up. I know by the sound and something in the air—a twin sense.



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