Wait Until Dawn by Bailey Bradford (chrysanthemum read aloud txt) 📗

told him, nudging him further into the living area. “But we don’t need one for this.” He spun Rich around and pushed him lightly. Rich hadn’t realized his legs had apparently turned to jelly. He plopped down on the couch, grunting with the impact.

Chris unbuckled his belt then opened his fly. He shoved his jeans and briefs down to the top of his thighs then fisted his big cock. Rich shivered as he watched Chris stroke the heavily veined shaft, then the glint of metal drew Rich’s gaze.

“Holy shit, that had to hurt!” He would have crossed his legs in sympathy if he could have done so without damaging himself.

“This?” Chris fingered the hoop spearing his glans. “A little, but you wouldn’t believe how much more sensitive it makes me.” Chris shuddered as he tugged on the piercing. “And I’ve been told it feels amazing to be fucked with.”

Rich’s ass clenched, though he wasn’t sure whether it was from fear or the desire to feel that thick pierced dick inside him.

“Give me your hand.” Chris held out his hand and stepped between Rich’s spread legs, giving him a much closer view of the tempting cock.

Rich placed his hand in Chris’, eager to touch. Chris huffed as he put Rich’s hand on his dick. “Pull it, just—ahh fuck!”

Rich plucked at the hoop, riveted by the way Chris’ hips jerked, causing his large, furry balls to swing. Rich cupped the sac with his other hand, rolling the orbs in his palm while he tugged at the piercing again. Pre-cum oozed from the wide slit and Rich’s mouth watered. He scooted to the edge of the couch and started to lower his mouth to lap at the glistening moisture, only to have Chris stop him.

“Don’t, honey, I’ll blow before you get any closer.”

The desperation in Chris’ voice was a temptation in itself. Rich leaned forward and lapped at the leaking slit. Chris yelped and crammed his hand over the tip of his cock. Now it was Rich’s turn to grin smugly as he licked the seams between Chris’ fingers. One taste had not been enough and, truth be told, he could come just from sucking the man off. That would save him from having to expose his scarred dick.

“No,” Chris rasped, prying Rich’s hands from their treasures. “Sit back and pull it out.”

Rich was so close to coming it hurt to move, but he did so with trepidation. He fumbled with his fly, unable to look at Chris and his flawless package. The piercing only emphasized the beauty of that fat cock. Rich’s erection started to wilt as his stomach burned with anxiety.

“I’m not like you,” Rich mumbled, watching his fingers twitch over the first button on his jeans.

Chris dropped to his knees and put his hand over Rich’s. “I don’t care if you’re pierced or not. I want you.”

Pierced? Yeah I was pierced all right, and there wasn’t a goddamned enjoyable thing about it. I was terrified and wanted to die, and was terrified to die.

“Rich?” Chris cupped his chin, lifting Rich’s face until he couldn’t avoid looking at the man. More of that compassion Rich had seen earlier, and it made him hate what he’d become. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I really do want to suck you off, feel you thrust into my throat, come in my mouth, want to see your face when you climax, hear the sounds you make, see if your body trembles or your muscles clench tight. I know you don’t have anything to be ashamed of in this department—” Chris stopped talking so suddenly, his eyes widening as the tips of his ears darkened. “He… Rich, did he…”

“Everywhere,” Rich whispered, feeling the shame of each cut burning into him. “I told you I’m gro—”

“No!” Chris snapped, anger making the word sharper than a blade. It cut Rich’s protests right off. “You do not talk like that about yourself!” Chris batted his hand away then jerked the fastenings open before Rich could protest. “You do not let that fucking bastard hurt you any more, you hear me?” Chris was almost shouting, but his touch was gentle as he pushed at the waistband of Rich’s boxers.

“Hard not to.”

“Lift up.”

Rich hesitated until Chris growled and shoved his hands under Rich’s ass. He hooked his hands into the back of Rich’s underwear just as Rich lifted his hips. Rich closed his eyes when his dick sprung free. He didn’t want to see Chris’ expression once he saw the scars.

The soft press of lips above his pubic hair had Rich snapping his eyes open. Something too close to a sob burst from his chest as Chris’ soft lips traced a long scar there. His eyes were closed, not that Rich could blame him. Chris glanced up at him then and Rich gasped as if he’d been punched in the gut. Nothing but need burned in those whiskey-colored eyes.

“I told you, you’re beautiful,” Chris whispered with a sincerity that Rich had a hard time dismissing. “This here—” Chris traced another scar with the tip of his tongue. “And here—” He lapped at a jagged scar high up on the inside of Rich’s thigh. “And here—” Chris cupped his semi-soft dick before sucking the glans into his mouth. Rich arched his back so hard he felt like a bow being strung with an arrow. His cock hardened fully when Chris stabbed the ball of his tongue piercing into Rich’s slit.

Chris responded with perfect suction. A quick jerk and Rich found himself sitting with his pants around his ankles. Chris drew his shaft in further while pulling at Rich’s shoes. Rich’s fears that his scars were going to disgust Chris were rapidly evaporating with each swirl of tongue. The tip of Rich’s cock bumped the back of Chris’ throat at the same time Chris got Rich’s jeans and boxers off. Chris’ hum of approval caused Rich to pant and squirm as he tried to keep from thrusting.

Chris ran his