Fairy Cakes in Winter Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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The partition door inched open before I could plan my exit speech. In a blur of wild repositioning involving some squeezing and propping of luggage, I found myself backed against the wall, inches from Scott.

He winced at the tight fit. “Was this what you had in mind?”

This was where I’d say no. This was where I’d tell him I’d regained my senses and was ready to say a civilized good-bye. This was where I’d apologize for leading him on and being a nuisance in general.

But something inside me wouldn’t let this go. I could almost hear a small voice whispering,

Be brave. You want this. Go for it. Don’t let it slip away. Not this time.

And with that, I cupped Scott’s neck and crashed my mouth over his.

I drove my tongue between his lips, devouring him hungrily. Scott met me thrust for thrust, tugging at my hair before inching away to rake his teeth along my jaw. He pressed kisses down my neck and recaptured my mouth as I undid his belt and lowered his jeans and boxer briefs over his ass.

Then I wedged my hand between the tight press of our bodies and curled my fingers around his rigid cock, sighing in appreciation.

So much for regaining my senses.

I hadn’t been with anyone in a while and no one near as perfect as Scott. I wasn’t prepared for how amazing it would feel.

Part of it might have been the thrill of giving in to unexpected carnal pleasure with a stranger…in public. I should have been mortified at how quickly I’d unraveled, but the only thing that mattered at the moment was touching him.

I stroked him with long, slow pulls, feeling a thousand times more powerful and sure of myself than I had two minutes ago. I was pretty sure the stream of sexy gibberish he whispered in my ear and the incessant tilt of his hips meant I was doing this right.

“Wanna fuck you. Wanna taste you,” he murmured, yanking at the waistband of my sweats to return the favor.

He teased my slit with languid circles, coating the tip of my drooling cock with precum as I nibbled his lips. I closed my eyes, shivering when he jacked my length a little faster now, keeping up a steady stream of dirty talk. He wanted to lick my hole, bite my ass, and fuck me senseless. He wanted me begging and clinging to the wall while he filled me, stretched me, took me.

I whimpered like a harlot on a fast train to hell. True statement. I was vaguely aware of far-off airport noises—the garbled announcements on overhead speakers, the hum of conversation and laughter, the creak of rolling luggage, and retreating footsteps. We were part of the cacophony, but we were separate, too.

And yes, it was very like me to put a poetic spin on what was really a show of greedy desire.

I slipped my free hand under his balls and massaged the smooth skin as I stroked. Scott tore his mouth away and rested his forehead on mine.

“Did I do something wrong?” I whispered.

He didn’t reply. He licked his palm and took both of us in hand, bending his knees till we were roughly the same height. The press and slide of our erections were too much for me. I dug my fingernails into his ass cheek.

“I’m gonna…”

“Shh. I’ll tell you when.” Scott moved faster, biting my chin and kissing it better. The second I felt my balls tighten, he nuzzled my ear and growled, “Now.”

We went off at the same time. Cum shot over my fist and dripped over my knuckles. I sucked in a gulp of air, leaning against him when my knees turned to jelly. We floated back to reality with tender kisses before pulling away with matching megawatt smiles.

No words necessary.

We cleaned up with toilet paper and made our way to the sinks, one at a time. I left the restroom first and waited for Scott by a drinking fountain. He fell into step beside me, pausing when we reached the sliding doors to the main exit.

This was where we parted.

For real.

I pursed my swollen lips and grinned. “That was officially the best flight I’ve ever been on in my life.”

Scott barked a laugh as he reached for my wrist and kissed my knuckles. “Me too. Take care of yourself, Theo. I wish you all the good things in life.”

“Thank you. Same to you.”

I inclined my head and pivoted toward the exit, rolling my suitcase behind me.

At first, my smile was borderline manic. I was still buzzing hard in the aftermath of my very hot, sexy encounter with a handsome man. But as I stepped onto the sidewalk to contact my mother about my ride to Bradford-on-Avon, every step felt like a punch in the gut.

It was probably exhaustion. I’d had a busy week of travel and family time with Dad and Sally, bookended by an arduous long-distance flight. I was sure I’d feel better in the morning.


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