A Subtle Breeze Bailey Bradford (ebook reader play store .TXT) 📖

“I’ll do that,” Brendon insisted as he crawled on all fours across the bed until he could straddle Zeke’s thighs. Setting the lube and condom down, he reached for the button he had just warned Zeke away from and, with a sharp tug, had the denim parted. Brendon grabbed a handful of the jeans on each side and pulled them down to Zeke’s thighs.

“Good enough,” Brendon grunted, picking up the condom and laying it on Zeke’s chest. He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers then passed the tube to Zeke. “Get your cock ready for me.”

“Sweet fuck, babe.” Zeke picked up the package and thought he was going to shoot before he even got the condom on his dick. Watching Brendon reach back as he leaned down, knowing he was stretching that snug little opening with his own fingers, Zeke groaned. He managed to rub the lube on quickly, so absorbed with the way Brendon was moaning and pushing back against his own fingers that he couldn’t look away. How many was he using? God, he’d love to watch Brendon stretch himself, almost as much as he was going to love fucking that tight ass. Zeke leaned down and caught the next moan with his mouth, latching on to Brendon’s lips like a desperate man.

Brendon sat up suddenly, and Zeke realized his lover had finished prepping his ass. He watched as a strong, tanned hand grasped his cock, pressing it against the lubed hole that was, hopefully, ready for him. Brendon leaned forward again and reached for Ezekiel’s hands, clasping them in his as he sank his hips down, taking in Zeke’s cock inch by torturous inch.

Zeke watched Brendon’s face closely, looking for pain or discomfort. He saw each a time or two, but Brendon just bit his lower lip and kept sliding his ass down, slow and steady, until he was finally, blissfully, fully seated.

“Ah, Brendon, babe, shit,” Zeke panted, wanting to thrust so bad he was shaking. As though sensing his need, Brendon began moving, up slow, down hard and fast. The feel of that sleek, satiny channel squeezing his cock was going to toss Zeke right over the edge in no time and he knew it. He reached for Brendon’s bouncing prick, using the pre-cum on the swollen head as lube, and started tugging. He faltered as his balls jerked tight, muscles tensed and bowed with his rapidly spiraling orgasm.

“B…Brendon, God, oh God!” Zeke was pretty sure he screamed it out, barely aware at first of Brendon’s hand covering his own where it had stilled on his lover’s cock. The touch helped Zeke to focus enough so he resumed stroking, spinning Brendon into his own climax. Heat shot over Zeke’s belly and hand, onto his chest as Brendon’s inner muscles clamped down like a vice, dragging another yell from Zeke. He slapped one arm over Brendon’s thighs, holding him down hard as Zeke’s balls emptied out deep inside his lover’s ass.

Zeke pulled Brendon down on top of him, needing to taste his lips, needing…more, though he didn’t know what that could be after what he’d just experienced. The tender feeling seeping through him had Zeke parting Brendon’s lips with his tongue, entering into his mouth with all the gentleness their fucking hadn’t had. Brendon moaned softly, opening in acceptance, and Zeke felt something inside himself melt. He wasn’t sure what this man was doing to him, didn’t know if he wanted to analyze it just then, but he did know he didn’t want it to stop.

Brendon looked down at Zeke, wondering at the way the man had kissed him, caressed him. Afraid to read too much into it, he started to pull away, only to be wrapped in two strong arms.

“Where’re you going?” Zeke grumbled, watching him through slitted lids. Brendon just shook his head, not trusting himself to speak, not yet. He’d had to bite his cheek to keep quiet while they were making love, afraid if he let out any sound, he’d be yelling out how much he loved Zeke, and he was pretty sure the man wasn’t ready for that yet. For that matter, he didn’t know if he was ready for it, but it was true, he did. Now Brendon was worried he’d blow it all to hell by blurting it out, and Zeke’s sweet kisses were not helping him keep quiet, not at all.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe? Did I do…something?”

Oh shit. Now Zeke sounded worried, which wasn’t Brendon’s intention. The last thing he wanted was for Zeke to feel any more guilt. Brendon shook his head as much as he could, which wasn’t much at all as he was pressed tight against Zeke’s chest.

“No,” he managed to scrape out. “Don’t ever think that, Zeke. I just…it was just…” Just what? Just me trying not to blurt out something that would send you running for the hills? Somehow, he was pretty sure that was not the answer he needed to give right now. Brendon was feeling his own bout of panic coming on, not wanting to lie to his man but knowing he couldn’t very well tell the truth, either. Zeke hugged him harder and nudged Brendon’s head with his chin.

“It was what, babe? Please, talk to me.”

The soft, pleading tone made Brendon squeeze his eyes shut tight against tears. He was so screwed.

Zeke’s body twitched as he inhaled. “Brendon? Babe?”

Brendon kept his eyes scrunched shut, nose pressed into the smattering of hair on Zeke’s chest.

“Breathe, babe. Can’t you…” Zeke drew in another deep breath. Brendon popped an eye open, catching the sweet scent that had assailed him before. It penetrated his brain. That was the same one Zeke said his mama wore—

Brendon squeaked and jerked out of Zeke’s arms, almost falling off the man and wounding them both. He reached for an edge of the blanket, trying to cover himself, eyes darting around the room. The sound of Zeke’s laughter reached him, and Brendon glared at