The Holiday List (The Script Club #4) 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: 46
Estimated words: 43886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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He groaned, pushing at my forehead until I met his gaze.

“What is it?” I croaked.

“My turn. Bend over the mattress,” he commanded.

I obeyed immediately, watching him with hooded eyelids as he pulled a condom and a bottle of lube from his backpack. He set them on the nightstand and stood behind me. He slapped my ass cheeks and squeezed the flesh before crouching low. I felt his fingers ghost over my entrance, then his mouth.

“Oh. Oh, I don’t…I’ve never…”

He flicked the tip of his tongue over my pucker again and again. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it’s good. I like it.”

“I’m glad.” He caressed my ass lovingly. “I need you to help me out. Hold your cheeks open for me. That’s it. Now relax.”

The sound of a cap clicking open reverberated in the room, drowning out the whistling wind. A moment later, a lubed finger breached my entrance. Sam finger-fucked me, slowly at first, hooking his digit till he found my sweet spot. He added more lube and a second finger. I widened my stance, braced my weight on one hand, and used the other to jack myself while he urged me on with dirty praise.

I’d never had a lover tell me how beautiful my hole was or that he couldn’t wait to be inside me. Let me assure you, it was a heady sensation. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I loved it. I loved everything he did to me with those talented fingers and his X-rated soliloquy. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Stop.” I climbed onto the mattress, scooting to face him with my hand holding my erection like a gift. “I’m ready for more.”

Sam quirked his brow as he reached for the condom. “Tell me what you want. Be specific.”

“Um…” I watched as he sheathed his cock and added lube. Gosh, was that actually going to fit inside me? “Uh, I’m ready for the penetrative portion, please.”

He snickered, then pressed a kiss on my nose and lips. “What does that mean in non-scientific terms?”

“I want you. I want your…”

“Keep talking.”

“Put your cock inside me,” I demanded. “But go slow. You’re huge, and it’s been a while and…”

Sam bit my bottom lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me thoroughly, pulled away, and fell sideways onto the mattress, propping his head on a pillow. “Get on top of me. Sit on my dick. You can be in control.”

He held himself at the base and tapped his sheathed member on his abdomen in invitation. I didn’t hesitate this time. I scrambled on top of him, set his cock at my entrance, and lowered myself…nice and easy. Sam rubbed my thigh with his right hand, whispering a steady stream of sweet nothings I couldn’t quite make out until pain gave way to pleasure.

True to his word, Sam let me take the lead. He gritted his teeth as I tested my readiness, rolling from side to side, then rocking my hips experimentally. My body hummed with a newfound power with his every small moan and facial tic. His skin was flushed and sweat beaded his brow. Even with an injured shoulder, I knew he could reverse our positions in a flash. I’d want that at some point, but this was…sublime, I mused, as I began to move in earnest.

I dug my knees in on either side of his torso, clutched the wooden slat of the headboard for purchase, and bounced on his cock, gaining momentum with each brush of my prostate. The bed creaked and groaned, keeping time with the feverish pace I set. Sam alternately tweaked my nipples and smacked my ass, egging me on with porny lines, like “Ride that cock, boy. Faster. That’s it.”

I’d never been with anyone like Sam. He had no inhibitions whatsoever. He swiped precum from my tip, licked it from his thumb, then repeated the gesture and fed it to me before fisting my cock and jacking me. When he bent his knees and lifted his hips to meet me thrust for thrust, I could tell he was more than ready to take the reins.

And I wanted that. I wanted Sam Rooney over me, owning me, fucking me senseless.

I slowed to a stop and pulled off, flopping beside him with my legs open.

“Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me.”

He didn’t need any prodding. He was on top of me in a heartbeat, guiding his cock into my hole. He draped himself over me, balancing his weight on his right arm before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss as he let go, pistoning his hips wildly. I held on for dear life, wrapping my arms and legs around him. My cock was trapped and while the friction was nice, it wasn’t enough. I slipped my hand between us and jacked myself to oblivion.


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