All of the Voices by Bailey Bradford (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📗

before it burst. Carlin stood and unbuttoned his pants then fished his leaking dick out of his underwear. Matt sat up, his eyes lighting with appreciation echoed by his words.

“Jesus, look at you. Perfect.”

Carlin was only gripping his shaft and already he was panting, needing to come so bad his balls ached. “Look all you want, but I have to… God damn, you’ve got me so hot, I just need—”

Matt hitched his underwear up even as he slid out of the car. “Let me, please.”

Carlin stopped mid-stroke and tried to decipher Matt’s expression. Lust, yeah, but there was something else, a concerned look or maybe guilt. Carlin thought over what Matt had told him about his limited experiences with men. Hadn’t he said he’d blown that asswipe he worked with, but had never had a guy suck his cock in return? Carlin had a bad feeling former deputy dickwad had taken his pleasure with Matt’s mouth then left him kneeling and needing.

And hurt, though he doubted Matt would admit it. No one liked feeling used, or at least, no one Carlin knew. Carlin let go of his cock. “You don’t have to do anything, but if there’s something you want to do, not that you feel obligated to do, then go for it.”

Whatever ill feeling Matt had been dealing with seemed to melt away as he reached for Carlin’s waistband. He shoved Carlin’s jeans and underwear down to his knees, gripped the base of Carlin’s cock in his fist, then dropped to his knees and sucked the crown of his shaft into his mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Carlin shouted. This was going to be over before he could enjoy it!

Matt pulled off his tip long enough to mutter, “Unbutton my shirt. Want you to shoot on me.”

Carlin couldn’t even shout, couldn’t get the breath to do so as he reached with trembling fingers to unbutton Matt’s shirt. The first sight of that thick dark hair appeared on Matt’s chest and Carlin couldn’t resist brushing his fingers over it. Matt’s hand fisted his dick tighter, as if he knew Carlin was about to come just from touching that fur. Carlin unbuttoned Matt’s shirt as much as he could then shoved it open.

“Oh my God,” Carlin rasped, having found his voice, his breath, his perfect man. “I want to feel that against my back, my chest, want to rub my face in it.”

Matt looked shocked for all of a second then he snickered. “Well, right now you’re gonna spray your spunk all over it.”

“Fuck, yes, really soon. You make me so…”

Matt sucked Carlin’s crown back into his mouth and began loosely fisting the rest of Carlin’s cock. Carlin started to babble. For all his verbal restraint and carefully chosen words in the courtroom, he had no such ability when it came to sex, especially not when it was this fucking good.

“Matt, honey, yes! Take it…ah!” Carlin gasped as his dick was gripped tighter, the dry strokes almost painful and exactly what he needed at this moment. “God, just like that, teeth, need—fuck!”

Carlin jerked as Matt scraped his teeth over the rim of Carlin’s crown. “Now! Fucking hell!”

Carlin screamed as Matt pulled back and the first stream of cum splattered onto Matt’s dense chest hair. The creamy white string was joined by another, then a third as Carlin started to double over from the force of his climax. He hunched over Matt’s kneeling form until his balls stopped pulsing, then he stood up with one hand braced on Matt’s shoulder.

“Let me see.”

Matt thrust his shoulders back and his chest out. “You want to rub it in?”

Carlin’s dick valiantly tried to rise to no avail. “Definitely. You can help, too, you kinky stud.” He rubbed a glob of semen over one of Matt’s peaked nipples. “Do the other one. I want my cum all over you.”

That was a little raunchier than Carlin usually got. Oh shit, I sound like a bad porno. Can’t help it though. The guy is freaking amazing! Sensual, gorgeous, and willing to get a little kinky. What idiot would toss him aside? Carlin ignored the little voice pointing out he’d be going back to New York soon and therefore doing the same thing Rich and the other guy had done to Matt. Not exactly. He knows I have to go back to New York. He has to know that. I’ll tell him just as— What was that? Carlin glanced at the trunk of the cruiser. Had he seen something behind the vehicle or was his mind playing tricks on him?

Not tricks, he realized seconds later as a blur of red feathers and sharp claws or talons—whatever chicken toes were called—hell if he knew. Carlin would have warned Matt more efficiently if he’d been able to articulate what he was seeing. As it was, he screamed, “Look out,” right about the same time the bird dive-bombed Matt.

Chapter Five

“I hate that fucking rooster!” Matt hissed as Carlin cleaned the gouges left on his back from the rooster’s sneak attack.

Carlin snorted. “And yet you insisted on taking care of them before you’d let me clean your back. I don’t know much about chickens, but I’d bet their feet are filthy.”

“Wouldn’t have been any sense in you playing doctor then me going back out there and getting torn up again,” Matt pointed out. “I don’t understand why that chicken hates me. I’ve never done anything other than feed and water the sorry bird, and carefully try to extract myself from his presence. I just don’t get it.”

“It’s a chicken,” Carlin pointed out, “and therefore not very smart. Or not smart at all. They probably have a brain the size of a pinhead or something.”

“We could fact check, find out for sure.” Sounded like a grand idea to him.

Carlin opened the tube of antibacterial cream and squeezed some onto his finger. “You mean, Google it or something like that? I don’t really care enough to bother.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of cracking that