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

to waste any of their time together brooding on his own thoughts. He wanted to get to know Carlin better, and the man had just given Matt an opening to do that.

Matt gently touched Carlin’s shoulder and waited for the man to look at him. When Carlin did, Matt’s knees went weak at the need in Carlin’s expression.

“I want you to fuck me,” Carlin rasped, and Matt decided he’d get to know Carlin better in a different way for right now.

* * * *

Seeing Matt’s home, the care his grandparents had taken in building it, the paintings framed in the aged mesquite, Matt’s quiet pride in the quaintly decorated house, had only emphasized to Carlin how rooted in McKinton Matt really was. It was only then he realized he’d been entertaining the notion of Matt moving to New York so they could explore the possibility of a relationship between them.

But it wasn’t to be. Carlin could no more ask Matt to leave behind a place that was so clearly a part of him than Carlin could pack up everything and move to McKinton. All they could have was a few days together before Carlin left, and if that caused Carlin’s chest to feel tight, his heart to ache, there was nothing to be done about it. Matt’s hand tightened briefly on Carlin’s shoulder.

“Let me shower real quick, I still have your spunk all over my chest.”

Carlin turned to him and slid his arms around Matt’s hips. He pressed himself tightly against Matt’s bare chest, rubbing his cheek in the thick chest hair flecked with dried cum.

“I’d rather you didn’t, unless it’s driving you crazy. I like seeing it there.” Carlin buried his nose between Matt’s pecs and inhaled. “And I like smelling me on you, plus I did just doctor your back. I’d have to do it all over again before we could fuck, and I don’t want to wait that long.”

“Fuck it,” Matt muttered. “If you like it, it can stay, I don’t care.”

Instead of answering, Carlin pinched one of Matt’s nipples, softly at first, then harder as Matt grunted and pushed his chest out.

“You like your nipples bitten?” Another one of Carlin’s kinks. He tipped his head back and looked at Matt when he didn’t answer immediately. Matt was frowning down at him.

“I…I don’t know. No one’s ever messed with them, and I didn’t know it’d feel so good, but—”

Carlin grinned as he brushed off the flakes of dried semen on Matt’s nipple, then he took the little peak between his teeth and bit lightly while tonguing the tip.

Matt panted and cupped the back of Carlin’s head. “Fuck, yeah, I like it.”

“Good,” Carlin murmured then he nipped the turgid bud again as he used one hand to pinch at Matt’s other nipple, mimicking the moves he made with his mouth.

“Jesus!” Matt arched his back, shoving his chest against Carlin’s face. In return, Carlin bit harder on the nipple he was sucking on, making Matt jerk and let up on the grip he had on Carlin’s head. Carlin drew in a ragged breath now his face wasn’t smooshed against Matt’s pec, then he laved the red swollen flesh with the flat of his tongue as he flicked his thumbnail over the other nipple.

“Carlin! Stop!” Matt tugged at the back of Carlin’s neck. “I’m gonna come in my pants if you do that again.”

“As tempting as it is to make you do just that, I’d rather have this”—Carlin dragged his hand down Matt’s chest, over the ridged abs and further down still until he cupped Matt’s erection—“inside me. The sooner the better.”

Matt let go of him and looked everywhere but at Carlin. “I want to, but…”

Carlin waited, studying Matt for clues to the man’s sudden discomfort. Was it too soon, or was Matt balking because he felt the act of anal sex would leave him unable to deny that he was gay, or bi? Though he rather thought, given the way Matt had so eagerly sucked and stroked Carlin’s dick earlier, it was a little too late for Matt to be having such doubts now.

Unable to wait any longer as his mind spun out different scenarios, and unwilling to give Matt any more time to change his mind, Carlin pulled the man to him for a scorching kiss. Matt opened for him instantly, and Carlin licked into his mouth, flicking his tongue over Matt’s.

Matt groaned and grabbed Carlin’s ass, lifting him off his feet. Carlin wound his legs around Matt’s waist and plundered the man’s willing mouth as he realized whatever held Matt back, it wasn’t worries over his sexuality. Not when Matt was thrusting against him and kneading his cheeks while making the most exquisite sounds as Carlin ground against him.

Carlin’s eyes really wanted to close, but he wasn’t willing to look away from Matt’s blue gaze. The room spun as Matt turned and carried Carlin to the bed. Their teeth clacked together as Matt dropped onto the bed. Carlin was pinned under the man’s greater weight and it stoked his lust up to new heights.

He cradled Matt’s face in his hands and licked at Matt’s lips. His pulse raced, arousal sensitizing his skin, and nerve endings throughout his body were pinging, clamoring with the need to feel Matt inside him.

“Have to get naked,” Carlin said between nips along Matt’s jaw.

Matt growled and rolled off of him before sitting up. “I’m nervous,” he admitted as he gave Carlin a sideways glance. “I don’t want to do anything wrong, and I want this so badly I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Carlin melted inside, his raging lust tempered by an emotion he couldn’t bear to examine. He sat up and brushed the backs of his knuckles over Matt’s cheek, enjoying the prickly stubble rasping against his skin.

“You won’t hurt me,” Carlin assured. “I’ll show you how to make sure of it.”

Carlin stood and toed off his shoes before stripping off his clothes. He stood and let Matt examine him, noting