Up in Smoke (Hotshots #4) Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hotshots Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“Harder. Love that.” Brandt’s whispered praise made Shane redouble his efforts to turn Brandt on. He discovered that he could use his tongue while sucking if he was careful about his teeth. Brandt seemed to like that tongue action a lot, hand speeding up along with his moans. “Fuck. Fuck. Close.”

Shane pulled back enough to groan himself. “Yeah, you are. I want to taste it.”

“Tested.” Above him, Brandt nodded, eyes glassy but serious. “Before season. Promise.”

“Good. Gimme.” Even more eager now, if that were even possible, he channeled all the anticipation racing through him to his mouth, moving faster now, finding a rhythm that worked in tandem with Brandt’s motions. Spit ran down his chin and his tongue lost coordination, but it was worth it, earning Brandt’s moans.

“Shane. God. Just...” Brandt was breathing hard and his hand tightened in Shane’s hair. Shane pushed up with his tongue, milking the shaft. “That. There. Oh, there.”

Then Brandt was coming, and it was such a rush, knowing he’d caused it, that it almost tipped him over too. It was a lot too, multiple spurts, and swallowing was a trick, enough to keep his own orgasm at bay. So fucking hot though, the sounds Brandt made, like he was fighting a losing battle on being loud.

“Fucking hell.” Releasing Shane’s hair, Brandt hauled him up next to him. “No way are you convincing me that was your first.”

“Beginner’s luck?” Shane grinned at him before grabbing one of the lemonade glasses and taking a healthy swallow.

“Taste that bad?” Brandt laughed, pulling him close enough to kiss, but pausing right before their lips touched.

“Nah. Different. Not bad.” Sex was weird. He’d been desperate to taste it right before Brandt came, but then after, it was less turn-on and more odd, the lingering flavor. But then Brandt was kissing him, and he was less about dissecting the experience and more acutely aware that he was still painfully turned on.

“Okay to touch?” Brandt palmed him through his jeans, fingers already messing with Shane’s belt.

“Please.” Like Shane was gonna stop him, not when he was this hard and aching, but he appreciated the ask.

“I got you.” Brandt withdrew Shane’s cock, big grip different from Shane’s. Rougher. Callouses in different spots. More active thumb. Different. And so fucking amazing that he had to groan.

“Damn.” He shut his eyes as he let his head fall onto Brandt’s shoulder. “That’s good.”

“Yeah, you were. Fuck. Not sure I’ve ever shot so hard.”

Shane had to laugh around a moan at how his cock pulsed at each bit of praise.

“Your mouth is so sweet.” Brandt found his lips for another kiss, one that left Shane trembling, right on the edge. Ordinarily, he liked being the one in charge of a kiss, but here he simply surrendered himself to Brandt, to this kiss, to his strong hands, and his dirty words. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

“Mmm.” The mere thought of Brandt on his knees had Shane moaning. Brandt’s strokes were slow and steady, keeping him riding the edge between almost and too much.

Brandt made a thoughtful noise and loosened his grip. “Maybe...”

“Not...too worked up.” He wasn’t sure Brandt would even get a lick out before he shot, he was that tense with need and want. And as soon as Brandt tightened his fist, his hips started moving, fucking Brandt’s hand, no more waiting.

“Next time.” Brandt laughed and licked Shane’s ear. “Gonna suck you so good. I wanna taste it too.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” Just like that, Shane was coming, head full of thoughts of Brandt’s mouth, him gulping Shane down with the same hunger and enthusiasm he did everything else. His knees wobbled and his vision swam and he wanted the climax to last forever. Finally, he slumped against Brandt.

“That did it, huh?” Brandt chuckled, a certain fondness in his voice that hadn’t been there before. “Image of me blowing you?”

“Smug bastard.” Shane dug his shoulder into Brandt’s chest, mostly because he could, because this felt so damn good. “Like your ego needs the boost.”

“Come on.” Brandt squeezed him tighter before releasing him to tuck his dick back in. He headed to the sink, looking back over his shoulder. “You gotta admit that’s a hell of a use of naptime.”

“Yeah, it is.” Unable to stop his grin, Shane straightened his own clothes. Everything put away, he took another drink of lemonade. The sweet tart flavor was heaven for his dry mouth, and he couldn’t help the happy sound that escaped.

“So, think you’ll be up for more?” Brandt’s voice was casual. Almost too casual, like he was having to work to not sound too eager. Shane liked that thought, liked him invested in this thing.

“Yeah.” He could have been coy and went for a maybe, but he didn’t have it in him, not when he wanted more already. And not just more orgasms, but more of this, bumping shoulders and sharing laughs. And his list of things he wanted to try with Brandt just kept growing. “Bring it on.”


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