Love Song Read Online Christina Lee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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I tried not to stare too hard at his stiff cock protruding from a nest of dark hair, with a smear of precome near the slit. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my best friend’s goods up close and personal, though I was relieved I wasn’t in this alone. But I also couldn’t wrap my head around the fact this was actually happening in real-time.

A flush striped his cheeks as he seemed to second-guess himself. “Well, fuck, are we sure this is a good idea?”

I shrugged. “As long as we’re on the same page. Just two guys getting ourselves off in the same room instead of hiding it.”

“Yeah, okay.” His wary eyes met mine, then scaled back down to my dick as if he couldn’t resist watching me either. “I needed this.”

“Me too.”

With that out of the way, I increased my pace, determined to unload my balls in record time in case regret was around the corner for either of us.

Ellis might’ve had the same idea because his hand was choking his cock in a rhythm that matched my own. He alternated between observing his own fist and then focusing on me—from my chest down to my thighs, as if seeing me in a new light.

Total understatement.

I decided right then that this wouldn’t break us or make us feel strange around each other. Instead, it was exactly what the evening called for. Neither of us had been with anyone in weeks since we spent most of our nights together. That was the only thing that could explain this desperate, needy ache in my chest.

We stroked in near unison, and I was hypnotized by how efficiently he jerked his wrist and used his thumb to swipe the underside of his glans, as if to give himself an extra shot of pleasure. My erogenous zone was in my balls, so I reached down to grip my sac. Ellis watched me intently, and it felt like flames licking over my skin, the sensation making me squirm.

I wanted to make a joke or ask him what he liked to see, but that might make the leap too awkward. So I kept my lips sealed shut—outside of my groans, which I couldn’t help. And neither could he, apparently. And man, was that trippy, hearing him in the throes of passion. Right beside me. In my bed.

“I’m about to lose it.” His voice was strained as if he was skating right along the edge.

“Same.” I clenched my teeth. “I’m so close.”

I spread my legs to give myself more room, and I felt him shift as if to do the same. We were squarely in not-giving-a-shit territory as we panted openly and sloppily jerked our cocks. Pins and needles trailed across my lower back, encircling my sac, as the room whited out and the train finally derailed.

“Ah, fuck.” I screwed my eyes shut as come spurted over my hand and all over my belly.

When I heard a deep groan, I opened my eyes to watch Ellis chase his own orgasm. He was shuddering and squirming, his lips parted in a silent prayer as his dick jerked in his hand and come leaked over his fingers down to the happy trail on his stomach.

Ellis was always self-deprecating about having a flabby belly, but right then, I thought everything about him was pretty damned enticing.

Regret couldn’t find its way inside me as I slowly came down from my high. I wasn’t sure what would come next, though, so instead of worrying too much, I reached for a shirt on the floor, dabbed it at my hand and stomach, then tossed it to him.

“Thanks.” Ellis’s tone held a hint of wariness as he swiped at his abdomen. “Are we…?”

Okay? The word stayed suspended between us.

“Of course.” I was nervous too, but to prove all was well, I cut the light and lay down. As if he hadn’t just rocked my world. “Night, Ellis.”

After another moment, I heard him get settled in the sheets. “Night, Nolan.”

10

Ellis

“Do you have a question, Chase?” We were currently in the middle of planting Venus flytraps—one of the lessons the students looked forward to most. I mean, could you blame them? They were cool carnivores that had a sticky substance on their leaves to catch insects before they devoured them.

The kids loved checking the windowsill every day to see if any of them had captured flies or mosquitoes. I did much the same as an adult with my own windowsill of favorites. My stomach twisted, remembering the trampled pots laying on the floor.

Focus on the class.

“Can we take these plants home?” Chase asked in the most earnest voice.

“You’re interested in that?” I wondered if this was something I should nurture with him and any others who enjoyed it so much.

“Why not just ask your mommy to buy you one?” a student suggested while another snickered.


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