Fired Up Read Online Riley Hart (Fever Falls #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Fever Falls Series by Devon McCormack
Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“I’m ready for you.”

I didn’t know why I wanted him to fuck me on the couch, why I wanted to ride him there.

Standing beside him, I ripped open the condom wrapper, rolled it down his erection, then lubed his rod and my hole.

“Fuck, that’s hot, seeing you get yourself ready for me.”

“I’m glad you like it.” I winked, threw a leg over him, and straddled his lap. I pushed up on my knees, then grabbed his cock, angled it at my hole…and sank down. I drove us both crazy—a slow, sweet torture as I took my time. I closed my eyes at the stretch, rocked into it, savored the feel of Ash’s blunt nails as they dug into my hips.

“Fuck. You are so goddamn hot and tight.”

Picking up the pace, I rose and lowered myself, over and over and over again, treasuring the feel of Ash inside me. “You fill me so fucking good.”

When I leaned over and kissed him, riding his dick, Ash whimpered into my mouth. I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. I fucking loved driving Ashton Carmichael out of his mind.

“Goddamn, you’re good at this.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I squeezed, concentrated on tightening myself around him even more, still unable to believe this was us, that we’d made it to this place. Ashton fucking Carmichael was mine, and I loved him.

His hands slid down my body until he grabbed my ass, digging his nails into me there too and working with me to ride him.

My balls tightened, my vision went blurry, and it felt like my whole body was oversensitive. “Fuck, you’re hitting me right where I want you.”

His dick continued to hit me just right until my body tensed, white-hot sparks exploding in my gut. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He reached for my cock, but I swatted him away, wanted him to see what he did to me, that he could make me blow my load all over him with just his dick in my ass.

I slammed down on him, lifted and sat again. An electrical storm went off behind my eyelids. I bucked against him as my orgasm damn near blew me apart. When I opened my eyes and saw my come hanging from his lip, I shot a second time, landing on his chest and neck, while our eyes held.

When Ash licked his lip? It was all fucking over for me, and I crumbled, broke into a million pieces that all had his name on them.

“Beau… Christ, I want to stay inside you for the rest of my life, but I also might die if I don’t come.”

“Then do it.”

I leaned in, bit his neck as I felt his whole body go rigid beneath me. His cock jerked in my hole, and he groaned before whispering my name over and over again. His voice cracked, emotion seeping through the fissures in his words.

Ash’s arms tightened around me, his face against my chest. “Fuck, Campbell…this is the way it’s supposed to be, isn’t it? Me and you?”

“Yeah.” I kissed his forehead, his temple. “It is. Just us.”

“You got me all choked up and shit,” he said with a chuckle.

There was a throw slung over the back of the couch. I grabbed it and laid it on the cushions, and the two of us went down on top of it. His cock fell out, softening, come probably leaking all over him and the blanket, but we didn’t care. “You bought me a fucking football field, Ash.” I pushed his hair off his forehead.

“It’s not a big deal. I wanted you to have one to coach on.”

“Us,” I replied.

“Us, what?”

“Wanted us to have one to coach on. Together.”

He closed his eyes, didn’t speak, and then buried his face in my neck. I held him while he silently worked through all the things going on in his head and whatever it was he was keeping from me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Ashton

Ashton Carmichael takes a lot of flak for some of his recent off-field antics, but there’s a solid guy behind the bravado.

“Hey, buddy. How’s it going?” Wyatt asked when I answered his call.

“Pretty good, man. What’s up?” It was Saturday. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d purchased the field for Beau and his team. Things had been…well, sort of a whirlwind since then. The sale had been organized through my lawyer and was anonymous, which really made the town talk. They’d all been trying to figure out who had purchased the land and the reasons behind it. I didn’t know why, but I hadn’t expected the talk.

Beau did what he did and played it off well, claiming he didn’t know who bought it, that he was just honored someone had.

We weren’t stupid, though. We knew people were tossing around my name, especially considering I coached with him. The more I thought about it, the more I wasn’t sure why I had done it anonymously anyway. Why the fuck couldn’t I buy a damn football field for a team I was coaching?


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