Authors: Bailey Bradford

Tags: #Romance

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Adam was so steeped in anticipation he yelped when cool wet lube trickled down his crack. He hadn’t even heard Les open the stuff, didn’t know where Les had stashed it during dinner, and he didn’t give a damn. Adam started to part his legs, at least enough to make it easier for Les to get to his hole, but Les snarled and swatted his hip gently.

“Don’t.”

That was all, just the one word, but Adam froze, his legs still pressed together. He felt Les’ slick fingers trace the path the lube had taken. He clenched his ass unthinkingly, eager, no, desperate, to feel Les inside him. Les bent and lipped the back of his neck. “Relax, let me in.”

Adam took a deep breath and silently told his over-excited body to behave if it wanted to get fucked. His cock was hard again, the head butting against the back of the couch. Les’ lips moved on his skin, then his butt cheeks were spread by Les’ hands. His fingers pressed into Adam’s flesh. His thumbs pushed at his hole. Nerve endings rippled and sent waves of heat to each other as those thumbs penetrated him, spreading his tight ring open.

Then Les began thrusting them in counter rhythm, rotating his thumbs against

Adam’s rim. Adam panted as he clutched at the cushion until his knuckles ached as Les worked his ass open. Les thrust those digits faster, harder, and Adam rutted against the couch as his balls drew tight.

“Not yet.”

Adam couldn’t make sense of the words any more than he could understand why

those maddeningly talented thumbs left his ass. Then he felt the blunt fat crown of Les’ cock pressing against his stretched hole, and Adam’s brain finally got the memo. Les placed one hand on Adam’s hip and the other between his shoulder blades. He pushed down on

Adam’s back, bending him over even more. The hand on Adam’s back moved up to grip his shoulder, and the one on his hip tightened, and that was all the warning he got before Les thrust and buried his cock fully inside Adam.

They stayed still, chests heaving, throats raw from voicing their pleasure at the penetration. Les’ thighs framed Adam’s, holding them still, closed, encasing Les in a tight EX’S AND O’S

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velvety sheath that rippled around his cock. His balls were mashed against Adam’s, Les’ hips canted slightly, Adam’s feet between his calves since the force of his first stroke had lifted the smaller man right off the ground.

Les’s hands opened and closed on Adam’s hip and shoulder as he struggled for a

modicum of control. He wanted to rut, to take Adam without a hint of finesse, like a wild beast seeking only his own release.

But, he wouldn’t, not when the man underneath him meant everything to him. Les

wouldn’t treat Adam like a cheap fuck, not even when they both knew he wasn’t. Les leant over his smaller lover, bringing his chest to the narrow back. He slid his arms around Adam, locking one tight over Adam’s chest, the other around his hips to fist his cock. Adam’s heart slammed hard in his chest. Les could feel it against his arm. He bent his head and pressed a tender kiss to Adam’s neck, then slowly rotated his hips, burying his cock even deeper in the man.

Adam moaned and brought one arm up to rest against Les’ across his chest. “Les,

ahh…” Adam shuddered as Les’ cock brushed over his gland. “Oh fuck, please, just fuck me already!”

Les grinned against Adam’s neck and began slowly pumping his hips, small

movements that didn’t cause much withdrawal. He didn’t want to leave that heavenly channel any more than he had to. Adam’s inner walls contracted and clung to his dick, trying to hold him in as surely as he wanted to stay. He held Adam tighter and began working his cock, careful to keep that steely length from being scraped on the couch. At the same time, he began thrusting faster, harder, murmuring in Adam’s ear.

“You don’t know…how fucking…” Les gasped as ecstasy began to boil in his balls.

The way Adam’s ass was clenching around his dick, he wasn’t going to last long at all. He tried to focus, force out more words, anything to keep him from coming just yet. “So tight, hot, damn, the…the way your ass grips—”

And maybe he shouldn’t talk, because that wasn’t helping him hold back at all.

Adam’s cock was swelling in his hand. Grunts and whimpers were spilling from his lips, and Les needed more even as he felt his orgasm roaring up inside him.

Les spread his legs. “Open, baby, I have to—”

“Uhn,” Adam spread in a heartbeat, “huh, gonna come.”

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He wasn’t the only one. Les pulled Adam up and guided one knee up on the back of

the couch, then he held on to his lover and began pounding into Adam’s sweet ass. Adam’s head thumped against his chest, then thrashed from side to side as he pleaded for
more,
harder, deeper
. His hand joined Les’ on his cock, and together they jerked him while Les thrust into him forcefully, his hips slamming against Adam’s butt, his balls slapping against taut ones.

Adam reached up and tangled his fingers in the back of Les’ hair. He pulled, hard, and Les came without warning as he rammed his cock deep. His climax had his balls pulling tight and shooting cum up through his shaft before Les could do anything other than close his eyes and shout. He felt as if he was being turned inside out, emptying everything of himself into this one man, giving Adam every bit of him. The strangling grip of Adam’s passage on his dick occurred an instant before cum coated their joined hands as they stripped Adam’s shaft.

Les couldn’t tell who was coming, who was trembling and moaning, it was all

jumbled in his head, one pleasure after another—his, Adam’s, theirs, it was all the same, all exquisite and more than he’d even known to hope for. He clung to Adam, shaking through the aftershocks of their climaxes, for several long minutes after they slid to the floor.

His entire world had been changed by Adam. Whether it was Fate or just a

coincidence that he’d pulled Adam over that night, Les didn’t know. He supposed it didn’t matter. All that did matter was that they’d found each other. As Les watched Adam open his sleepy blue eyes and smile sweetly, he knew they’d have a lifetime together to explore their love—maybe, if they were lucky, even longer than that.

About the Author

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are resounds for pounding away at the keyboard, as are the early morning hours. Sleep?

Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters

bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain, demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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Bailey loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
http://www.total-e-bound.com
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