What We May be by Vivien Dean Read Free Book Online

masculinity from every pore. A prominent vein ran from the flared crown to the even thicker base, and pre-come glistened at the slit. Even his balls were a mouthful, and Jared sank to his knees before he could stop himself.
    His hand folded over Rick’s, holding him steady as he sucked the head past his lips. Rick made a choking sound before settling his other hand on Jared’s shoulder. Not to drag him back to his feet. To hold him down.
    Jared smiled and looked up through his lashes. He swirled his tongue around the tip, wetting it further, before seeking out the pre-come that had teased him with the first taste. A moan escaped both of them when he sealed his mouth again and sucked. God, Rick tasted good. The vein throbbed against his lips, echoing his own racing pulse, and he sank a little bit lower in order to get the weight of the shaft against his tongue.
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    Jared’s neck to trace the stretched lips around his shaft. “First time I saw you, all I could think about was what it would be like to feel it.”
    Jared pulled off, licking around the head. “I probably would’ve blown you that night if you would’ve let me.”
    Another groan. “You’re not supposed to make me regret taking so long to hook up, you know.”
    “Oops. My mistake. Let me just make it up to you.”
    He swallowed Rick back in, pushing his hand out of the way to be able to grip lower around the base. Jared hummed as he bobbed his head, as much for himself as for Rick. He wasn’t convinced he’d be able to take it all into his throat, but damn if he wasn’t going to try. The thought of Rick grabbing his head to fuck his face had him fumbling with his fly to free his own cock.
    His lips tingled by the time Rick tugged at his hair.
    “This’ll be over before we get to the good stuff if you keep that up.” Rick stepped back, too, as if the added distance would help. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
    “I might have a little one.”
    Jared straightened and went back to work on his half-discarded clothing, watching Rick move to the bed through heavy-lidded eyes. The man had a body like a marble statue, flexing with every sinuous movement. His torso twisted as he reached for the nightstand, cutting each muscle in stark relief, and he pulled out a box of condoms and a jar of lube. When he faced Jared again, his gaze narrowed in on Jared’s cock, his 44
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    nostrils flaring as he practically growled.
    “That’s not a little one.”
    Jared smiled. “No, not really.” He draped his pants along with his shirt and jacket over the arm of the nearby chair. He had felt an initial draft when he’d first unbuttoned, but now his skin was hot and tight, ready to split open at the first contact, he feared.
    When Jared bent one knee to the edge of the bed, Rick grabbed his hand and yanked him forward. Jared fell onto his chest, chuckling at the haste, but the sound was obliterated by the crush of their mouths again, Rick’s broad fingers clasping Jared’s ass to fully align their bodies.
    Every pound of Rick’s heart tattooed onto Jared’s skin.
    Within the circle of Rick’s arms, there was no way to move or adjust his position, though the last thing Jared wanted was to lose the hard press of that thick cock against his hip. They ground together, creating new sensations, new fires, all the while never giving up on the kisses.
    Rick was the one to shift first. He spread his legs, letting Jared slip between them, and braced his heels on the bed.
    Jared rocked backward, and his cock dragged along Rick’s shaft, leaving a trail of pre-come in its wake. Instinct told him to thrust forward, but he held firm, not yielding to the urge until the wet tip nudged Rick’s balls.
    “God, you’re going to feel so good,” Rick murmured. With one last squeeze, he let go of Jared’s ass to scramble to the side for the lube.
    Jared caught