All In With Him (Men of Summer #3) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Men of Summer Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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Ping, ping, ping.

I give an appreciative whistle. “You’re in some kind of feisty mood.”

His breath comes in a harsh pant. “Need you. Need you now.”

I slide a hand over the hard ridge of his cock then squeeze his dick. I let go, spinning around, pressing my ass against his crotch. “Have me.”

That ought to make clear what I want tonight.

Grant runs a hand up my back and into my hair, pulling the strands, running his nose through them. “Mmm. You still smell all shower clean and sexy. But I like you dirty too.” He presses a hot kiss to my neck, and tingles rush over my skin. “I want to show you how good I can make you feel when it’s just you and me.”

“You don’t have to prove anything,” I say, but it’s a feeble protest—I crave all the good things he’s offering.

“But I want to,” he says, sweeping more kisses along my neck as a warm flush spreads over my skin. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel in our home. It’s ours, Deck. Ours.”

“I know,” I murmur, giving in completely to Grant’s kisses, to his lips, to his tongue as I sink against him, my head falling back, my hands clasping his where they wind around my waist. “It’s ours. And I’m yours tonight.”

We make quick work of clothes, stripping to nothing. I spread a blanket over the couch then pull him on top of me, my gaze sweeping over his chest, his arrow ink, the sun and moon on his hip, then the compass on his wrist. Grant straddles me, heat in his eyes, looking determined to make me feel like a king.

He makes me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

Especially when he rubs his smooth-shaven cheek against my trim beard then travels down my body, taking the scenic route, kissing my throat, my shoulders, my chest, my arms. His lips visit everywhere. Sparks ignite in my blood, turning hotter as he goes lower, kissing the ladder of my abs, then my groin.

I need even more. “Babe, give my dick some attention,” I say, demanding but pleading at the same time.

“With pleasure.” Grant grasps the base of my cock, then kisses the head.

I groan so loudly I could put a porn star to shame. Only there’s no acting. This is all real, and it feels so damn good to be touched like this especially after the dance floor. “Play with my balls too,” I command, and he does, caressing them with his strong hands as he worships my shaft with his mouth.

It’s heady, the way Grant’s treating my body. He lavishes attention on me, giving a long, luxurious lick from base to tip. A deep desire ripples through my body. “Take it. Suck me deep.”

“I always do,” he says, then brings me deeper, deeper, until every inch of my length is encased in the hot, wet heat of his talented mouth.

Grant knows what to do to me. He’s always known what to do to me, from the very first night we spent together. He owns my body and my goddamn heart too, and he licks and sucks me like he knows it. With such fervor, such passion, it’s like his mouth is making love to my cock.

His murmurs and moans send me spiraling into both heaven and hell. It feels so insanely good, but I have to make him stop or I’ll shoot too soon.

I groan, fisting my hand in his hair again, yanking him off. “Stop, babe, or I’ll come.”

Grant pouts as he lets me fall from his mouth, but then his blue eyes twinkle with mischief. “Turn around,” he tells me.

My skin buzzes with excitement. A high-voltage charge ricochets through me as he sits up on his knees, giving me room to move. I shift to all fours, then lower onto my elbows.

A hot shiver rushes down my spine as his hands curl over my cheeks. I shudder at the prospect of wicked pleasure. My guy is aces at this.

“Yes,” he moans approvingly as he massages my ass. “So fucking sexy.”

My dick twitches hard and heavy between my legs as he roams his hands over my flesh. Then he squeezes hard and smacks a palm down on one cheek.

“Yesssss,” I grunt, eyes squeezing shut. Seconds later, a shudder rolls through me as he licks a path along my flesh, then whispers in the sexiest voice ever, “Declan Steele, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

Grant delivers on his promise a second later when he flicks the tip of his tongue against me.

I groan like an animal.

I feel like an animal, all primal instinct and desire.

All heat and lust.

I am nothing but pure arousal as he kisses me. I rock my hips shamelessly, buck against his mouth eagerly, and I let the first part of the night fade into a distant memory as we come back together.


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