Pretty Sweet Read online Riley Hart, Christina Lee (Boys in Makeup #2)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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“Just come alone, sit at the bar, and talk to me,” Dane said, but he didn’t seem convinced I would ever dare venture there. It only made me determined to prove him wrong. Besides, it was a side of myself I’d never explored. If I never went to a gay bar, how would I know if I’d enjoy myself or not? What kind of chickenshit was I?

“I’ll go with you, just say the word,” Bree said as Mark wrapped her tighter in his arms. “I’d love to hear Jesse sing.”

“Might be a plan,” I replied, raising the bottle in her direction, then felt my phone buzz with a text.

When I fished it out of my pocket, I saw it was a message from Ashley, a woman I sometimes hooked up with. Feel like some company?

It’d been a while, so maybe a good fuck was exactly what I needed. To release some of this—whatever the hell it was—tension from my body. Lately, I’d felt so tightly wound.

Ashley was pretty and sexy, and we’d had some good times, but something about it wasn’t sitting right. I was afraid I’d be too distracted and she’d call me on it.

Maybe another night.

I shot the breeze with Mark and his family until I finished my beer, then made my exit.

Mom was already asleep as I wound my way around her packing boxes to the stairs.

But even though I was tired, I tossed and turned in the sheets, unable to get comfortable enough to drift off.

I reached for my laptop from the nightstand and absently checked my email and social media sites, trying to ignore that other urge.

Then, giving in, I clicked to a porn site I frequented. As a muscly man stripped a woman with large breasts of her clothing, my cock plumped up. Maybe a good orgasm would help me sleep.

Shoving my hand in my underwear, I encircled my cock, giving it a couple of weak strokes. But after watching the clip progress, I didn’t get any more aroused until the guy flipped the woman onto her stomach and began playing with her ass.

My hand tugged on my cock as I spread my legs wider, trying to pretend I didn’t want help visualizing something different to get me off. Fingers shifting to the laptop, I opened a new tab, and I typed in the other key phrase. Gay sex.

The first hardcore fucking scene between two men made my cock grow stiff as steel. But it wasn’t until I clicked around and found a bigger guy being sucked off by a smaller guy on his knees that I was propelled closer to the edge. Especially when the smaller guy looked up at the man he was blowing and bashfully batted his eyelashes.

And holy fuck, now another guy with a slim build and a shy grin was intruding on my thoughts. I fisted my cock and finally…finally went there. Imagining Seth standing bare in front of me. What would his chest look like? His groin and cock? Would his shaft be thick like mine or long and slim? What would he think if he knew I was fantasizing about him like this? Would he be appalled, or would a flush stripe his cheeks like it did when I’d called him adorable the other day?

I was certainly the innocent one when it came to sex between men, but maybe Seth would enjoy someone taking charge even if they didn’t exactly know what the hell they were doing. If I nudged him to his knees and fed him my cock, maybe he’d suck me like his life depended on it because he wanted to please me.

My balls lifted, my spine tingled, and my groin grew painfully tight.

Then I’d return the favor because I wanted to watch him—wanted to watch him so fucking badly, I realized—as I brought him pleasure.

Me. The guy who’d never even touched a man like that before, let alone kissed one.

In two seconds flat, my come was already spurting over my fingers and onto my abdomen.

Panting heavily, I threw myself back on my bed, my arm splayed over my head. I had just gotten off while thinking of Seth. Sweet, adorable Seth. Fucking hell.

11

Seth

I got to Jake’s house early the next Saturday morning. I brought doughnuts, because who didn’t like sugar first thing in the morning? I knew I did.

He and I hadn’t spoken since we went shopping with his mom. I’d tried to think of a few things to text him but had come up blank. I didn’t want to annoy him if he didn’t want to talk to me, even though part of me knew Jake wouldn’t feel that way.

The front door was open, and I could hear Jake and Bonnie inside, talking about boxes and what time deliveries were coming. “Knock, knock,” I called out.


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