When the Dead Speak Bailey Bradford (books on motivation txt) 📖

a matching mark on the sweet, soft skin of the other thigh, then buried his nose in Sev’s balls and inhaled, taking in the man’s musky scent. Sev moaned and rocked his hips, hard enough that Laine worried one of them would end up hurt. Laine stood and slid his hands under Sev’s arms, sliding him farther up on the bed. His plans to work his way over Sev’s torso, to kiss and soothe each scrape as he had his lower body, were shot to hell when Sev thrust his hips up, humping the air as his hands reached down to spread his ass cheeks.

“Please, Laine. Need you so much.” The words sounded as if they were ripped from somewhere deep inside Sev, as though he hadn’t wanted to let them out at all.

Laine couldn’t look away from the erotic vision of Sev’s cock, hard and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, his balls already snugging up against his body, the wrinkled skin of his dusky pucker stretched taut by Sev’s own hands. His fingers were gripping so tightly into those firm ass cheeks that the tips were sunk into the flesh, and Laine’s desire to soothe his lover was replaced with the need to sate instead.

Crawling halfway up Sev’s body, Laine swallowed Sev’s cock, tongue swiping over the proffered pre-cum before swirling down the steely length. Sev’s back bowed, his hips trying to bury his dick in Laine’s throat. He slipped two fingers into Sev’s gasping mouth, moaning around Sev’s length as the man’s lips closed tight and he began to suck Laine’s fingers, his tongue working to spread saliva between them. Laine sucked and started bobbing his head, his tongue working the thick vein that pulsed along the length of Sev’s cock. When he reached the crown, Laine locked his lips firmly under the rim and dipped the tip of his tongue into the wide slit on the head.

Sev’s mouth popped open on a gasping breath, and Laine brought his fingers to the place where he longed to bury his cock. Fingertips placed against the clenching ring of muscle, Laine shoved and buried both fingers in Sev’s ass as he sucked Sev’s dick down, swallowing as his fingers rubbed across Sev’s prostate.

The reaction to Laine’s dual sensual assault had Sev’s entire body jerking, Laine’s name flying from his lips in a broken groan, his hands dropping to the mattress to fist the sheets as his shaft released a load of cum down Laine’s throat. Laine’s fingers were held immobile in the clutch of Sev’s body, the heat and squeeze of his inner muscles almost painful as Laine suckled the softening length in his mouth.

Laine let Sev’s dick slip from his lips and carefully slid his fingers free. He pushed off the bed and found his pants, digging through the pocket until he felt the crinkle of foil and the cold plastic tube of lube. His fingers trembled as he tried to open the condom, so he ripped the package open with his teeth. As he worked the rubber down his cock, Laine looked at Sev and felt his balls hitch up at the sight. Sev was sprawled, looking boneless and willing, and the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to get his breath back had Laine gripping the base of his cock to push back his orgasm.

Sev made a ‘come here’ gesture with his hand and Laine shook his head. If he let Sev rub the lube on him, he was afraid he’d come before the first stroke was finished. Laine slicked his cock and started to straddle Sev, but his lover showed a sudden burst of energy and flipped over, knees tucking up under him and ass lifted in the air. When Sev reached back and pulled his cheeks apart again, Laine’s moan felt like it started from his toes and worked its way up, scorching every nerve ending along the way. Sev opened himself wider, stretching his hole until the skin went almost white and that tempting pucker clenched.

Laine lined his cock up, wishing he had a little more restraint. He wanted to tease, to rub the thick head over Sev’s hole until he begged, but since Laine was biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood to keep himself from coming, it wasn’t going to happen, not this time. Canting his hips, Laine tried to ease his way in, but the gripping heat around the crown of his dick stole his ability to go slow. Laine splayed his thighs wide, surrounding Sev, and dropped down onto his elbows, covering the man. He wedged his arms underneath his lover, gripping Sev’s shoulders from the front as he thrust his cock into the hot, pulsing channel, burying himself to the hilt in Sev’s silky sheath. Laine battled back the tingling trying to spread from the base of his spine to his balls, needing this to be more than just a quick fuck—needing Sev to know it was more than that. He rose, spreading his thighs just a bit more, pulling Sev’s back against his chest. This way, he could touch Sev, run his palms over the sweat-slicked planes of his stomach and chest—

Sev groaned, a deep rumble that vibrated all the way through to Laine’s cock. Laine licked the side of Sev’s neck, from below his ear to his shoulder, and began slowly pumping his hips, the movements so small but they felt so damn good. His fingers found Sev’s nipples, fluttering softly over the tight buds first, then pinching them with thumbs and forefingers.

The feel of Sev’s hands grappling for a hold, finally clasping on to Laine’s forearms, those surprisingly strong fingers digging into his trembling muscles told Laine what his lover needed. He began thrusting harder, then harder still as he twisted and tugged on Sev’s nipples, working the nubs as Sev’s gasping pants for ‘more’ and ‘harder’ and ‘oh, God pleaseplease’ spurred his fingers and cock to give more, give