Rough [02] - Roughhousing (4 page)

Leaning down, Bram crushed James to the seat, curling his knees to his chest and exposing his flexing ass to the cool night air. James grunted and squirmed, tugging at the ties as he made a move to lower his restrained arms.

Bram watched the futile efforts, a wicked grin twitching at his lips. He hovered over James for a moment, drinking in the sight of his lover, bound and trembling, a wild, restless look of need in James’ wide, blue eyes. Every gasped puff of warm, whiskey-tainted breath James huffed in his face was like an invitation to devour the man and Bram took it.

Swooping down, he claimed James’ mouth again, ravaging it, savoring the flavor and the feel of the hot, soft tissue and the rough, slick tongue struggling against his domineering kiss. His hands stroked and fondled over James’ chest, teasing the nipples until their peaks were swollen and taut. When James began to moan and tug more insistently at the door handle, Bram only deepened the kiss, stealing away breath and subduing any resistance to him.

When James whimpered, shudders racing through his bent body, Bram slowly ended the kiss and pulled back, lips brushing over James', whispering low and sultry, “Love it when you tremble, baby, love it when you need me."

Bram balanced upright on his knees and grabbed James’ thighs. He pushed them forward and exposed James’ firm, curved ass high in the air. James grunted and moaned, but Bram took his time, watching the small ring of muscle spasm and flutter as he stretched James’ cheeks apart with his fingers.

"God, I love how your body begs.” Bram locked gazes with James, drinking in the sight of the other man, rumpled, panting, bound and bare, with a needy, fuck-me-now look in his eyes. Bram licked his lips and demanded, “Tell me what you want, Jamie, tell me what to do."

James whimpered again and squirmed, shoving his ass higher in the air. The look on his face was almost desperate, but no words came out of his parted, inviting lips.

"Still having trouble saying it, baby?” Bram kneaded and stroked the flesh under his hands, working his fingers tantalizingly close to the sensitive opening to James’ body. “Come on, you can say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

Clenching his eyes, James threw his head back, turning his face into the fabric on his stretched and bound arms. His throat bared and trembling, his Adam's apple bobbed wildly with each convulsive swallow. His words only came out as low groans of need. Finally, James grimaced and shook his head.

Stretching the flesh around James’ opening wider, Bram rubbed his rough hands over the tender skin, lust-filled gaze locked on James’ thrashing body, his eyes darting between his lover's contorted face and the fluttering, dusky ring inches from his lips.

He loved it when James’ looked like this, vulnerable and sexy, trembling with need and desire, tongue-tied with a passion James couldn't express, wanton and wild under his hands, lithe, writhing body begging to be taken and claimed, explored and conquered. James was everything Bram wanted and needed—an equal mate in life and a responsive, ravenous lover behind closed doors.

Another desperate moan from James caused Bram's arousal to soar. Leaking and hard, he rubbed his shaft over the enticing curve of James’ bent back, marking the smooth flesh with his scent. He slid the slippery head of his cock along the warm hollow of James’ spine, groaning with pleasure at the teasing friction.

Hands spreading his lover wide open to his hungry gaze, Bram stared at James from between his trapped, bent legs, memorizing every detail of the man's appearance. He was entranced by the bunched, rumpled crispness of James’ white dress shirt, unbuttoned and gaping, the moonlight fading it to a luminous blue. The light heightened the deep sapphire shade of James’ eyes and accentuated his clean-shaven, pale skin. Locks of tangled curls lay plastered to James’ forehead, their disheveled strands dark with sweat. Eyes half-lidded with a wanton stare, James’ mouth parted, his lips moving in a wordless plea.

The musky smell of James’ pre-come teased at Bram's senses, mixing with the earthy scent of the puckered flesh under his hands, spurring on his desire. Bram dove forward, dragging the flat of his broad, wet tongue over the exposed, spread opening to James’ body, licking over the tight hole and up the thin strip of sensitive flesh behind James’ sac. James bucked and twisted in his grip, guttural, inarticulate noises escaping his throat.

"Come on, baby.” Bram licked James’ ass again, his movements slow and firm. “Tell me what you want. Let me give you what you need.” He stabbed the tip of his tongue at the ring of muscle, flicking a few moist laps over its edges, then retreated. “Just tell me, baby, and I'll give you anything you want, everything you need."

"Christ!” James groaned and shuddered under Bram's hands. “Bram!” He arched his back and pushed his spread cheeks at his lover's face, wordlessly begging for more.

Bram grinned and ran his tongue lightly over James’ hole, leaving a slick, cool patch behind. He blew a stream of warm air over the wet spot, delighting in the goose flesh that turned the smooth skin under his palms to pebbled, squirming mounds of seductive, delicious ass. He loved the taste of James, whether it was the sweat from the curve of that slender neck or the pungent flavor of his lower regions; Bram savored every inch of the man he had fallen in love with. Wanting more, he sealed his mouth to the fluttering hole and sucked on the edges of its rim, teasing the tight muscle with little darting jabs of his pointed tongue and a rhythmic suction designed to drive his lover crazy with need.

"Bram ... ugh ... fuck!” James ground his ass against Bram's face, shudders wracking his bent and exposed body.

Bram gave a deep moan and the vibrations produced fine shivers in his lover. Despite the cool night air that had begun to invade the warmth of the truck cab, Bram shrugged off his dinner coat, toed off his shoes, and sat back on his thickly muscled haunches, dragging James’ hips with him as he moved, never once taking his mouth away from James’ opening. Slowing the rhythm of his assault, Bram varied the strokes of his tongue until he was just barely caressing the now highly sensitive flesh under his lips.

James gasped and jutted up his hips, a desperate, needy groan rolling up out of his heaving chest. His loosely tied hands smacked uselessly at the passenger door a few times, then he wove his fingers into his own hair, tightly gripping the strands.

Bram pulled back and murmured against James’ skin, so close the warmth of his own breath was deflected back at him as spoke. “Tell, me, baby. Just ... tell me. I'll do anything for you, all you have to do is ask."

He licked around the puckered opening, bathing the wrinkled circle of darker skin with long laps of his tongue, tempting and teasing his shy lover.

As much as Bram loved hearing James tell him what he needed, Bram enjoyed these moments, too. Bram found James’ shy reluctance to verbalize his more wanton desires endearing and sweet. James at the most vulnerable, all rumpled, restrained, and tongue-tied, turned Bram on more than he thought possible. He was still having difficulty believing James was his, truly his.

Nights like this one, ones that drew his attention to the fact that other people also found the young, good-looking architect attractive, desirable, and important, made Bram realize how much he cared about James and how lucky he was to have found his lover. It reminded him to make sure he kept his lover sated, with both physical attention and emotional satisfaction.

Bram knew for his own sense of security, he needed to re-stake his claim on his clueless lover, wiping out any chance someone else might have a shot at invading his territory. Renewing his attack on James’ body, Bram nipped and bit at the fullness of James’ ass, kneading his strong, square hands into the lithe flesh of James’ hips and thighs. “Talk to me, Jamie."

Looking down at his lover between his bent, trouser shrouded legs, Bram's breathing increased and his arousal jumped as James panted and licked those swollen lips. Moonlight caught the cut of James’ high cheekbones and slender jaw, its fine beams of pale light casting a surreal, unearthly glow to his dark curls and pale complexion. Mouth parted, panting, chest swaying in a rapid, shallow rhythm, eyes half-lidded, and blue gaze begging, James was the picture of wanton innocence.

Glancing down the curled, disheveled body, Bram took in the sight of James’ proud, straining cock rubbing across his taut, firm belly, leaking droplets of thick cream that dribbled into the creases of his scrunched abdomen. Bram had to fight the primal, overwhelming urge to plunge into his lover that instant and take James in one brutal, possessive stroke. He lightly rubbed his budding five o'clock shadow over the strip of sensitive flesh connecting James’ balls to his asshole and then bit the inside of James’ thigh. His lover choked on a strangled scream, legs jerking closed then opening even wider than before.

"Jesus, God, damnit, fuck me!” James writhed under Bram and curled impossibly tighter, offering his ass, pleading for more. “Fuck me now, Caveman, now!” Eyes tightly closed, James tossed his head from side to side, panting, obviously wanting to say more, but unable to.

Gaining a firmer grip on James’ hips, Bram positioned James’ ass on his thighs and fumbled in his gaping pants for a small packet of lube he had pocketed while dressing. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pressed the gel out onto his fingers one handed and tossed the spent packet onto the dashboard. One quick swipe of his slick palm over his own swollen cock and Bram pushed his rod against James’ eager opening, quickly burrowing into his lover in one smooth, slippery surge of lust-hardened flesh.

Throwing his head back, Bram groaned, instinctively pulling James’ hips closer to him. “Oh, Jesus, you feel so good ... so tight ... so fucking hot.” He snapped his hips and began a rapid pounding of short, powerful thrusts, occasionally skating the tip of his cock over the swollen gland inside his lover. Every direct hit on James’ prostate pulled a gasp from the man.

James’ white-knuckled fist slammed against the passenger door. His moans became breathless grunts, each one deeper and more inarticulate as Bram increased the force of the strokes.

Bracing his sock-clad feet on the driver's door, his head bowed over James and his wide shoulders brushing the cab roof, Bram hammered into James. The look of wild pleasure on his partner's face was accented by the night. The pale moonlight on his skin, the sound of a hundred crickets, and the whisper of the wind as it rustled the nearby leaves made the moment seem feral.

James moaned, “Love you, love this,” in a low, lust-filled voice and his deep, blue eyes opened wider to meet Bram's matching gaze. Bram saw the love and wild desire in his mate. His breath caught in his chest as a burst of primal possessiveness washed through him and he suddenly felt like the caveman James was always accusing him of acting like.

Bram pulled James’ bunched trousers off his legs and fell down over James. Burying his cock as deeply as he could, Bram pinned James to the seat, lips instantly seeking out and devouring his lover's open, panting mouth. He could see the sweat drip from James’ face and trickle down one cheek and onto his own hands as he wound them into his lover's damp curls.

His tongue darted over every inch of James’ succulent mouth, bathing and tasting the smooth, slippery surfaces and hard-ridged teeth. He stole James’ breath and then gave it back as his hips slapped against James’ spread ass and his cock explored the smooth, slippery surface of James’ deepest recesses. Bram felt like his entire body was on fire.

The uninhibited sounds James made while making love were like gasoline on a fire to Bram's passions. The tiny grunts and throaty moans sent jolts of desire through his massive body and the undeniable urges to take, claim, and protect James all combined into one powerful mandate. He could never get enough of this man, wanted to spend a lifetime trying, and knew he would never succeed.

As his own climax approached, Bram pulled one hand from James’ hair and shoved it between them, sliding it down until he captured his partner's swollen shaft. It only took one long pull before James shot over his hand, a garbled scream swallowed down by Bram's still clinging lips.

As he spilled into James, Bram froze in place, air trapped in his paralyzed lungs as the tight, fluttering heat of James’ spasming body made him dizzy and breathless. The last pulses of his come spurted into James’ channel and the intensity of the powerful orgasm slowly faded.

Bram released James’ mouth, placing tiny, soft kisses on the edges of the puffy, wet lips. His eyes searched James’ moonbeam-shrouded expression, pleased by the look of sated exhaustion and boneless bliss that lay on his lover's face. Heaving his weight off James, Bram slowly pulled out of James’ body, helping to uncurl James’ pliant form.

"Sit up, Jamie, and I'll help you find your pants.” Bram shifted, one hand exploring the floor of the cab under the steering wheel, trying to locate the lost items. He knew he had heard change and keys jingle out of pockets at some point in the lovemaking, but it hadn't been important then.

James’ smile matched the sultry look in his eyes as he sighed, “Love to, but you forgot something.” A petulant but pointed tug on his restrained wrists drew Bram's gaze to the door handle.

An unrepentant smile lit up Bram's face. “But you look so good that way.” Bram leaned down to hover over James’ pliant body, he held his weight off his smaller lover while gently taking James’ mouth in a soft, soulful, thorough kiss that left them both breathless and on the verge of a new arousal.

While he worked over James’ lips, he worked off the bonds around the door handle. Once James was free, he tenderly rubbed at the chaffed skin, his fingertips tracing the indented band where James had yanked against the ties. He rubbed over a small patch of raw skin on one and James gasped into the kiss, his mouth capturing the needy moan that followed it.

He ended the kiss and nuzzled the side of James’ neck to whisper in his ear. “Still like a bit of rough in your loving, don't you, baby?” He teased the spot again and James’ hips bucked involuntarily. “You look so nice and pretty when I have you tied down and spread. And you come so hard when I hold you down and shove my cock inside you. I like to remind you who you belong to, who owns your sweet ass."