Bare for You: Outback Skies, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF
Author: Lexxie Couper
chin only served to highlight the chiseled perfection of his bone structure.
The way his gaze had raked over Jeremy with a promise Jeremy knew he had to resist, even as every molecule in his body craved it…
“Do you fuck like you kiss?”
Ryan’s earlier question caressed Jeremy’s torment, sending fresh need to his already engorged dick.
Letting out a growl of frustrated want, he wrapped his fingers around his erection and squeezed.
Pleasure—at once brutal and punishing—shot through him.
He drew in a slow breath, still glaring at his cock. At the tiny slit on its tip, now anointed with a glistening bead of pre-come.
The distended rim of his cockhead was hot against the side of his fisted hand. The fleshy steel of his erection pulsed with building desire.
“So damn inconvenient,” he muttered, pumping his length even as he pictured Ryan Taylor doing the deed instead.
Another wave of pleasure claimed him, tightening his balls and his gut.
Since the day he’d realized girls didn’t turn him on the same way they did his male friends, he’d cursed his sexual orientation. A confused teenager at a private co-ed school, surrounded by teenage girls with impeccable lineage and bottomless funds to spend on grooming, and he’d spent most of his time admiring the latent strength of the captain of the soccer team, or surreptitiously checking out the P.E. teacher’s muscular legs.
At the age of fourteen, when he could no longer deny he was attracted to members of his gender, he’d begun his life of subterfuge.
By the time he was seventeen, his reputation as a guy who knew how to seduce any woman he wanted into bed with him had spread throughout the school. His father had been proud, his mother too ensconced in her own socialite world to care.
When he’d entered politics, that reputation became part of his strength, even as he tempered his constant efforts to maintain it. He no longer hated the fact he was gay. He just knew it didn’t align with the one dream and goal he held dear.
Every night, alone in his bed, he cursed the fact he was hiding who he really was.
Every day, he walked out of his home wearing not just a tailored suit, but a lie.
He hadn’t had sex with another guy since he was nineteen and on a backpacking trip around Europe.
No one in Australia suspected, and he needed to keep it that way.
And yet here he was in Wallaby Ridge for less than two hours and he’d not only kissed a man, but that man had seen straight through him.
“ Do you fuck like you kiss?”
Closing his eyes, Jeremy pumped his cock harder.
It was impossible to banish Ryan from his mind. Futile.
So he didn’t try. Instead, he focused on the man. Drew a detailed image of him from the memory in his head and let his desire feed on it.
He cupped his balls, kneading their heavy weight as he imagined Ryan’s hands on his flesh.
Hot pleasure unfurled in his core, flooding his cock with fresh blood.
Picturing the heli-musterer, he tugged on his sac and pumped his shaft faster, his breath ragged and choppy.
Masturbating had become an art form to him. After so many years denied the sexual release his body and soul truly needed, he’d become a master at self-pleasuring. But there was nothing artful about the way he fucked his hand now.
Now there was only raw want, elemental lust.
Now there was an impatient need to purge an unobtainable man from his body before the desire consuming him undid everything he’d worked towards.
Tightening his grip, he dragged the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, telling himself it was Ryan’s tongue laving his flesh.
His mind went with the notion, turning the scraping of skin on skin to an exquisite caress. He groaned, head lolling backwards, stomach hitching.
“Do you fuck like you kiss?”
The question taunted him. Aroused him. Tormented him.
He worked his cock with savage intensity, panting as the desire for Ryan seared through his veins.
He didn’t know what kind of
The way his gaze had raked over Jeremy with a promise Jeremy knew he had to resist, even as every molecule in his body craved it…
“Do you fuck like you kiss?”
Ryan’s earlier question caressed Jeremy’s torment, sending fresh need to his already engorged dick.
Letting out a growl of frustrated want, he wrapped his fingers around his erection and squeezed.
Pleasure—at once brutal and punishing—shot through him.
He drew in a slow breath, still glaring at his cock. At the tiny slit on its tip, now anointed with a glistening bead of pre-come.
The distended rim of his cockhead was hot against the side of his fisted hand. The fleshy steel of his erection pulsed with building desire.
“So damn inconvenient,” he muttered, pumping his length even as he pictured Ryan Taylor doing the deed instead.
Another wave of pleasure claimed him, tightening his balls and his gut.
Since the day he’d realized girls didn’t turn him on the same way they did his male friends, he’d cursed his sexual orientation. A confused teenager at a private co-ed school, surrounded by teenage girls with impeccable lineage and bottomless funds to spend on grooming, and he’d spent most of his time admiring the latent strength of the captain of the soccer team, or surreptitiously checking out the P.E. teacher’s muscular legs.
At the age of fourteen, when he could no longer deny he was attracted to members of his gender, he’d begun his life of subterfuge.
By the time he was seventeen, his reputation as a guy who knew how to seduce any woman he wanted into bed with him had spread throughout the school. His father had been proud, his mother too ensconced in her own socialite world to care.
When he’d entered politics, that reputation became part of his strength, even as he tempered his constant efforts to maintain it. He no longer hated the fact he was gay. He just knew it didn’t align with the one dream and goal he held dear.
Every night, alone in his bed, he cursed the fact he was hiding who he really was.
Every day, he walked out of his home wearing not just a tailored suit, but a lie.
He hadn’t had sex with another guy since he was nineteen and on a backpacking trip around Europe.
No one in Australia suspected, and he needed to keep it that way.
And yet here he was in Wallaby Ridge for less than two hours and he’d not only kissed a man, but that man had seen straight through him.
“ Do you fuck like you kiss?”
Closing his eyes, Jeremy pumped his cock harder.
It was impossible to banish Ryan from his mind. Futile.
So he didn’t try. Instead, he focused on the man. Drew a detailed image of him from the memory in his head and let his desire feed on it.
He cupped his balls, kneading their heavy weight as he imagined Ryan’s hands on his flesh.
Hot pleasure unfurled in his core, flooding his cock with fresh blood.
Picturing the heli-musterer, he tugged on his sac and pumped his shaft faster, his breath ragged and choppy.
Masturbating had become an art form to him. After so many years denied the sexual release his body and soul truly needed, he’d become a master at self-pleasuring. But there was nothing artful about the way he fucked his hand now.
Now there was only raw want, elemental lust.
Now there was an impatient need to purge an unobtainable man from his body before the desire consuming him undid everything he’d worked towards.
Tightening his grip, he dragged the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, telling himself it was Ryan’s tongue laving his flesh.
His mind went with the notion, turning the scraping of skin on skin to an exquisite caress. He groaned, head lolling backwards, stomach hitching.
“Do you fuck like you kiss?”
The question taunted him. Aroused him. Tormented him.
He worked his cock with savage intensity, panting as the desire for Ryan seared through his veins.
He didn’t know what kind of
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