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Snowbound
Book: Snowbound Read Online Free
Author: Scarlet Blackwell
Tags: gay contemporary erotic romance
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down and Hayden helped him as far as his knees, when he stopped.
    Dylan's gaze fixed on his. His hand moved down inside the pants, stroking Hayden's right leg. "Let me see," he whispered.
    Hayden swallowed. For someone who never wore shorts, who only ever showed his leg to his wife, this was a big deal. Nonetheless, he climbed from Dylan's lap and dropped his pants, revealing his scar.
    Dylan's glance flickered down a brief moment before he pulled Hayden back onto his lap. As he kissed him, his hand moved down Hayden's calf, stroking tenderly, tracing the scar with delicate fingertips.
    Heat consumed Hayden. Dylan's touch and kiss was so measured and soothing, so full of passion and desire. It made Hayden feel what he had never felt before in his life—desirable. He was going to give in, he knew that. He was going to let Dylan do whatever he wanted and he was going to glory in it.
    He popped the button open on Dylan's jeans and felt the hard bulge instantly pushing at the underwear beneath. His hand trembled as he drew down the zip. Dylan gasped as Hayden's fingers slid under his boxers to wrap around his hard shaft.
    Oh God, just the feel of the smooth, heated flesh in his hand made Hayden's cock throb with the need for release, his balls aching. Dylan surged forward, kissing him hard, plundering his mouth with his tongue, gripping his buttocks hard to crush Hayden's straining cock against his belly.
    Hayden rocked his hips, grinding himself, working Dylan's cock in his boxers, feeling it leak onto his hand. The sounds of their breathing mingled; gasps and groans punctuated their kisses.
    Dylan pulled back. He stood, lifting Hayden in his arms in one swift movement and Hayden wrapped arms and legs around him, clinging as Dylan climbed the stairs, carrying him to bed.
    Hayden had been a straight man all his life. He had never been able to indulge in the thrill of his lover carrying him to bed. And a thrill was exactly what it was.
    Dylan carried him into a bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He flicked on the bedside light and opened the drawer by the bed, taking out a condom and a tube of something.
    Hayden stared as Dylan pushed down his jeans and then his boxers, his hard cock springing free. He was a good length, thick and cut, his balls heavy, free of fuzz, his bush trimmed neatly. Hayden sometimes slyly looked at naked men and gay pornography on his computer, when the thoughts in his head became too much. Never had he seen a more perfect specimen than Dylan.
    Dylan climbed on top of him. Hayden opened his legs around him and then they were naked cock to naked cock, rubbing, grinding, kissing, working themselves and each other into a frenzy.
    Dylan's hand cupped his balls. His fingers slid beneath them, stroking his buttocks, seeking between them, sliding into his cleft. Hayden jerked and flinched as a finger touched his most private area.
    Dylan didn't say anything. He opened the tube and squeezed clear liquid onto his hand. Then he put a wet finger back and stroked, pressing, teasing, wetting until Hayden opened up and took him.
    Hayden hissed as the finger speared him. He gripped Dylan's wrist. "I haven't ever…"
    Dylan regarded him a moment. "Not ever?"
    "No."
    "Do you want me to?"
    "Yes."
    "Are you sure?"
    "I'm sure."
    Dylan kissed him. Hayden guessed it was a gay man's wet dream come true to find a straight, unbroken boy like him in his bed. Dylan would take away his virginity, ride an ass that would never be that tight again, but would feel like a perfect glove clenching his dick.
    Hayden didn't much care if Dylan was fulfilling some private fantasy. He only knew he wanted the finger inside him to be replaced by something a lot bigger.
    Dylan took his finger free. He lubed up his hand again and rubbed a generous amount around Hayden's entrance, caressing deliberately in a way which inflamed Hayden. Oh, God, it felt good. He imagined the wet slide on him as a tongue, rimming, slicking him up, opening him to
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