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brought them to play at the tight pucker underneath Brody s balls. When the first finger breached Brody s hole, his thrusts became wilder, less rhythmic. The addition of the second finger drew a moan and Brody s ass clamped down at the invasion. Whit continued to work his cock with his tongue and teeth, providing distraction until Brody s ass unclenched and he started to relax. Brody was tight, so Whit slowly withdrew his fingers, eliciting another moan. He gripped the firm ass, massaging the cheeks, separating them until he buried his face between the globes. Brody bucked and nearly yelped at the first swipe of tongue over his pucker. Ohgodohgodohgod& Whit thrust his tongue in a stabbing motion, and Brody lost his words, his head thrashing from side to side, ass chasing Whit s mouth whenever he switched to work Brody s balls. Whit loved this, loved watching Brody fall apart with pleasure. He worked the tight rim until Brody was loose and open for him. When he judged Brody was ready, Whit lifted him by the hips, pushing him farther up onto the mattress. Following him onto the bed, Whit helped Brody flip over, so he was on all fours. He reached for the condom and lube in his nightstand drawer. Working quickly, he rolled the thin latex down his leaking cock, then flicked open the top of the bottle, liberally coating his dick, his fingers, and Brody s crease. Keeping one hand on Brody s hip, he used the other to align himself with Brody s hole. He slapped his sheathed cock against the tight pucker, spreading the lube, and drawing more moans from Brody. Do it. Quit fucking teasing, Brody growled. The long line of Brody s spine stretched in front of him, and Whit traced his finger down the length before he pressed the broad tip against the tight opening. He leaned into Brody, thighs against ass, until he pushed through the ring of muscle. At once, a fine sheen of sweat coated Brody s back, and he sucked in a breath. God, so tight, Whit said. He soothed his hand over Brody s damp skin. Long time, Brody gritted. He dropped to his elbows, his ass pointing up, and forehead resting on his arms. Whit added more lube and slowly worked himself inside. In, then out, incremental inches that made him want to scream with the effort of going so slowly. As Brody s ass relaxed for him, Whit gripped his hips with both hands, moving faster, pushing forward, fitting himself fully inside. Brody s ass was hot satin, a silky smooth sheath that squeezed and milked his cock. Whit picked up the tempo, balls slapping against balls as they rocked together, their hips working in a matching rhythm. Small grunts escaped, but Whit couldn t have said whose they were. They moved together like they were meant for each other. God, this was something he d always imagined, yet never in a million years thought he d have. The reality was so much better than any childhood dream. Better than any grown-up fantasy, too. He wanted this to last, to savor every moment of their coming together. It s even better than I dreamed it would be, Whit confessed, his words buried against Brody s neck, as he bent down to cover his lover s back. What is? Brody panted. Whit laughed softly. This. As if you didn t know. He slammed his hips hard, the slap of skin loud and sexy. Brody s grunt was even sexier. I ve been picturing you like this for so long. We ve only known each other a little over three days. I ve known you all my life and I m definitely doing something wrong if you re still this coherent. Brody s answering laugh turned into a groan when Whit circled his arm around Brody s waist, his hand gripping his cock. He pistoned into Brody, his fist moving in time with his thrusts. Neither of them tried to speak again now it was a matter of breathing and hanging on just as long as they could. Brody s hand clamped around Whit s, forcing him to squeeze a little harder, go faster then he was flying as Brody s cum pumped and his ass clamped down, the spasms dragging Whit s orgasm from him. He filled Brody s ass in spurts and shudders, his face buried against the man s sweat-damp neck. He could stay right here forever. Everything about Brody Kent fit him just right. * Whit& oh god& The words spilled from his mouth and yet were so inadequate to express all that he was thinking& feeling. Whit seemed to understand, maybe even felt a little of the same magic sweeping through him. With his cock still inside Brody s ass, Whit began to lick and kiss his neck, bite along his jawline. His hot mouth closed over the sensitive skin just below Brody s earlobe, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |