Just a Bit Heartless (Straight Guys #13) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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Jordan moaned and came, filling the fleshlight with his come, their jizz mixing, and fuck, the thought nearly made him come too.

“Now rub the mess all over your body,” Damiano said.

Jordan glared at the camera sulkily, as if Damiano couldn’t see his cock twitch again.

But he did as he was told. He always did. It was nearly as heady as the orgasms, nearly as heady as the sight of Jordan rubbing their come all over his naked body and moaning, getting hard again. His muscular, shapely thighs were spread and Damiano’s gaze was drawn to the tiny pink hole between them.

And the idea took root.

He had never really gotten the appeal of anal sex. He’d done anal a few times, but it had seemed like such a chore: why would he bother prepping a hole not intended for fucking when he could just stick his cock into a wet cunt? Jordan didn’t have a cunt. But he had a hole that could be fucked. A hole he could put Damiano’s come into. A hole to possess him through.

“Finger yourself,” Damiano said harshly. “Put your dirty finger up your ass.”

Jordan gave him an incredulous look. “No,” he said mulishly. “That’s going too far.”

Ten minutes later, Damiano had him fingering his asshole.

He always got what he wanted. Or maybe Jordan was just very bad at saying no to him. He was still glaring at him, though. “It feels weird,” he grumbled, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Why do you even want me to do it? I’m not gay. You aren’t gay.”

“I want my come in you,” Damiano said, watching him, transfixed. “You like it, too. Add another finger.”

Jordan tried to add another, still frowning. “I need real lube. This hurts.” Yet his cock was hard as a rock.

“You like it,” Damiano said, his gaze traveling between Jordan’s face and his spread thighs. “Does it feel good?”

“It feels weird,” Jordan said again, but he was panting, his eyes unfocused and his face flushed. His rock-hard cock was nearly touching his abs. “But good weird. I’m not even sure I like it, but I don’t want to pull my fingers out, either. I kind of get why gay men do it. There’s this feeling of emptiness, like an itch I want to scratch.”

Damiano hummed, stroking his cock harder.

“Fuck, I can hear you jacking off,” Jordan said, moving his fingers faster. “It’s not fair—I wanna see you too.”

“Life isn’t fair,” Damiano said with a smile, his gaze fixed on Jordan’s pink hole wrapped snugly around his two fingers.

“I hate you,” Jordan said, panting, his eyes completely glazed over and his hips moving to meet his fingers. “At least send me a picture of your cock.”

Damiano licked his lips, staring at Jordan’s hole. “I can do better.”

That was how he ended up sending Jordan a custom dildo shaped like his cock.

“It won’t fit,” Jordan said when he received it, as if Damiano couldn’t see the way he was looking at it: with barely concealed hunger and fascination.

“You will make it fit,” Damiano said, his voice turning hoarse at the sight of Jordan’s fingers wrapped around the replica of his cock. “Suck it.”

He stroked himself as he watched Jordan suck on the tip of his cock while he prepped his hole for it. “God, I can’t believe what you turned me into,” Jordan said breathlessly, licking the vein on the dildo as he put a fourth finger into his hole. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’ve been gagging for my cock since the day we met,” Damiano said. “You were just in denial.”

“Arrogant dick,” Jordan said, panting, his eyes glazed over. “Can I put it in now?”

“Yes, caro. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

The sight of Jordan with his legs spread wide as he pushed the dildo into his hole was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. Damiano fucked into a fleshlight, imagining sinking into Jordan’s body, the tightness and heat.

“Oh god,” Jordan gasped out once the dildo was fully inside him.

“How does it feel?”

His eyes glassy and face flushed, Jordan moaned and moved the dildo in and out. “So good,” he whispered. “Love it. Talk to me. Wanna hear your voice.”

Damiano talked to him, fucking into the fleshlight and watching Jordan come apart on his cock. In other circumstances, he would have cringed at the filth he was spewing, the kind of filth that belonged in porn, saying some shit about chaining Jordan up to his bed and making him take his cock all the time until he couldn’t live without it, until he was addicted to it and craved his cock when it wasn’t in him.

Jordan came with a cry, his cock untouched, and panting like he’d run a marathon. “Fuck,” he said, pulling the dildo out. “We’re totally doing this again.”

Damiano stared at Jordan’s gaping, fucked-out hole. He wanted to lick it. He wanted to shove his tongue inside it. He wanted to slam his cock into it. He wanted to see his jizz leak out of it.


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