The Professor’s Date (The Script Club #5) Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Script Club Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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I kicked off my shoes, lifting my sweater and T-shirt over my head in one fell swoop. Then I stripped out of my jeans and yanked my socks off, shoving the duvet and decorative pillows aside. I heard Thomas undressing behind me as I grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom from the top drawer of my nightstand. I sat on the edge of the mattress and almost gasped at the sight of the gorgeous naked man stalking toward me.

Thomas was every bit as yummy sans shirt and khakis as I’d imagined. He wasn’t muscular, but he was toned. Lean and sleek like a panther, with the broad shoulders of a swimmer. My gaze locked on his thick cock, the tip wet with precum. Fuck, I wanted him.

He smiled as he closed the distance and climbed over me, kissing me breathless before sliding down my chest. He paused to flick my nipples with his tongue, lick my abs, and press kisses along my V-line. I shivered when he hovered an inch from my cock. I could feel his breath ghosting over my slit. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so on edge. I needed his mouth on me. Now.

I propped myself on my elbow and curled my fingers around my base, tapping my shaft against his cheek. “Suck…please.”

He kissed my cock, almost platonically, then spread my legs wide and splayed his palms on my inner thighs.

“No touching till I say so.”

I was about to ask what he’d do to me if I didn’t obey, but he licked my balls and flattened his tongue under my sac, tracing the sensitive skin leading to my entrance and—oh, my God, was he really going there?

Yes, he was and damn, he knew exactly what he was doing…like he was some kind of professor of sexology. Was that a thing?

My arms shook and I was sure I’d chewed my bottom lip raw in my effort to be still. It wasn’t easy. And when he pressed a soft kiss on my entrance, I thought I might pass out.

“Thomas, what are you doing?” I half moaned, half whispered.

He didn’t reply. He glanced up from his perch between my legs with tousled hair and fogged-up glasses before bending to lick my hole. Except he didn’t just lick—he feasted, expertly coaxing me open with his tongue while I chanted his name like a prayer and writhed shamelessly under him.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. Every nerve ending in my body was pulsing in my neglected cock and my greedy hole. And just when I thought I’d snap, he pushed a finger inside me. Fuck, lick, fuck, lick. A second digit later, I officially lost my last shred of control. My hand flew to my cock. I tugged once, twice…my vision blurred, white light gathered in the periphery and—

He smacked my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “What did I say?”

I gazed at him, slack-jawed, knowing that I’d come hands-free if he did that again. “Mmm. More.”

He chuckled slightly and crawled over me, bending to whisper in my ear. “I want to be inside you.”

I nodded like a puppet and gestured to the condom I’d left on the nightstand. He tore open the wrapper, rolled the latex on, and added lube. I spread myself open, licking my lips when he lined his cock at my entrance and pushed inside. He didn’t stop until he was balls deep, stretching me to my limit.

We stared at each other for a beat and when the last twinge of pain receded, I inclined my head, wordlessly asking him to move.

And he did.

He began with a slow rocking motion, so sweet and tender, it brought tears to my eyes. He glided his cock over my prostate, drawing out pleasure like an artist crafting a masterpiece. Hey, if I was his canvas, he could paint whatever the fuck he wanted on me as long as kept moving like this. Or like that. Faster, harder.

I rested my arms over his shoulders and pulled him against me, sealing my mouth over his as he fucked me. My room echoed with the sound of squeaky bedsprings, heavy breathing, and the slap of skin on skin. Oh, yes, and… “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

That was me. No shame whatsoever. In my defense, I hadn’t been so expertly fucked in a very long time. I didn’t want this to ever end. But the tingling at the small of my spine was impossible to ignore. It rippled through my veins, signaling a monster orgasm. I clutched his ass cheeks, manically arching to meet his thrusts.

Apparently that was all it took to shatter his steely control. He grabbed my shoulders for purchase and rode me hard, pistoning his hips double time till he roared with the force of his release.


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