Sweet as Honey (Aster Valley #2) Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Aster Valley Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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He tightened his arms around me while he moved to get a better look. “Not in a million years, Truman. This is so very interesting.”

I turned to hide my face in his chest. “Not interesting. Embarrassing.”

Sam’s hands rubbed up and down my back. “Are you kidding? Feel how hard I am right now. The thought of you using any one of these toys makes me so horny I can barely see straight. What’s your favorite one?”

I thought of the drawer full of dildos and plugs. Did I tell him what he wanted to hear or what was actually my favorite? Truth won out. I pointed to a slim black plug.

“I like to wear it out sometimes.”

He reached for it and studied it. “Wear it out?”

“I mean… like in public. Not for very long, just… long enough for me to feel…”

“Naughty. Like you have a secret,” Sam added.

I nodded. “Everyone thinks I’m a kid, that I’m this pure innocent baby. I, uh…” This part was embarrassing, but for some reason I wanted to tell him. “I liked to wear it when I was out with Barney because he would look at me like I was his angel, like he’d have to teach me what sex was and be patient while I learned about sexual pleasure.”

Sam’s grin was devilish. “And you were really sitting there getting hard every time this bad boy rocked against your special spot. Then you’d come home and shove one of these monsters in your—”

I clamped a hand over his mouth and felt my face heat. “Stop,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Don’t make it sound like I was getting off to the thought of Barney.”

“If you were already experienced with all of this, why not have sex with him? Or… or did you?”

“No. I didn’t. I’ve, um, never had anal sex before.” Or a blow job, I wanted to add. Until you. “But there was something about him that made me nervous when things between us got physical. He would…” I tried to think of how to put my feelings into words.

“Pressure you?” Sam suggested softly.

“Not really. Not too bad. It was more like… when we kissed and things began to go further. His hands would wander, and he’d start talking to me about what I needed to do to please him, how to touch him the way he wanted and how to treat him the way that brought him the most pleasure. It was all about him, almost like he was training me for a future of service to him. It made me very uncomfortable. I think it’s his age, maybe? An old-fashioned thing?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Or an egotistical jackass thing,” he muttered.

“Don’t get me wrong. I loved being the center of his attention. He was very affectionate and attentive. He made me feel cared for and looked after.”

“Which is something you needed. Something you deserve.”

I shrugged. “It was something I craved, anyway.”

“Talking about your ex while I’m holding a butt plug isn’t the way I envisioned spending the afternoon,” Sam said, breaking the tension and making me laugh.

I leaned in to kiss him through my smile. He tossed the plug back in the drawer and flipped me onto my back in bed. We made out in a fun kind of sensual grappling. It was almost like the horny daydreams I’d had in high school when I watched a wrestling match.

Things didn’t go further than kisses and possessive hands, and when he finally found the lube in my drawer, he used it to slick us up and stroke us both at the same time. I watched and felt the slide of our erections against each other in his large grip, and it was enough to send me over the cliff in moments. When I saw his release land on my body and mix with mine, it sent another shudder through me.

After a long, lazy recovery followed by a quick shower, we went outside to work on some of the remaining planting I wanted to get done. Sam commented on how beautiful it was in Colorado in general and how gorgeous the farm was specifically. I could tell he enjoyed the physical work, and having someone to share it with was like something out of a dream for me.

I watched the sun stream over his dirty-blond hair and the muscles move along his wide shoulders and back. Periodically, I caught myself drooling over him like I was watching my very own porn video. I secretly wondered how much I could make by capturing his sexy, shirtless body in blue jeans simply tilling soil and hauling debris.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked on his way back from the compost pile.

“If I had a video camera right now, I could start my own farmer porn channel.”

Sam’s face broke into a wide grin. “I’m wearing too many clothes for that.”


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