Ascension by Bailey Bradford (best e books to read txt) 📗

idea. “No, I want you to fuck me. It’s been a while, remember?” He decided he had to risk being tacky when Ro gave him an exasperated look. “Longer even, because I didn’t top, not with Laine.”

Ro jerked back a little at that. “I don’t— I’ve never topped, Conner. I’d rather have you in me this time. Please?”

Conner started to argue and Ro reached behind himself, doing something that Conner couldn’t see.

“I told you, I was hurt,” Ro said after a moment. “But I’m not now, and I don’t want that…time to be in my mind, to have any power over me.”

Like Conner’s last memory had held him prisoner for so long. Conner got it.

Ro blanched and scrabbled to sit on him, peppering Conner’s face with kisses. “Crap, I didn’t mean anything bad, I just know how I am. I’ll wallow, like I had been for months since Mom passed away.”

Conner caught a handful of Ro’s hair and began winding it in his fist. He cupped a round, soft butt cheek with his other hand. His fingers brushed over Ro’s pucker and Ro froze before moaning. They’d talked enough, he thought.

When he kissed Ro again, Conner put every bit of his need into it. Years of pent-up and ignored desire flowed from him as he hungrily claimed Ro’s mouth. Ro whimpered and clutched at his shoulders, then rocked so that Conner flipped them over again, pinning Ro beneath him.

Conner thumbed Ro’s jaw, pushing his head back. It exposed more of Ro’s long neck and Conner took advantage immediately. Possessiveness soared through him as he saw that even in this form, he left marks on Ro’s skin, purple love bites that he hoped remained for days. He worked his way down to Ro’s collarbone, nibbling and dotting Ro’s body with hickies.

Ro panted for him, cursed and urged him on. When Ro stared begging and tried to reach for his own cock, Conner caught his wrist and pulled Ro’s hand up to hold it above Ro’s shoulder. “Leave it there unless you’re gonna touch me.”

Ro immediately buried his fingers in Conner’s hair. “Please. Fuck, God, please, Conner!”

Conner licked his way to one dark, taut nipple. It looked almost black in the night, like rich dark chocolate. Conner nipped it first, and Ro groaned, holding his head there as if demanding more.

The bittersweet taste of Ro’s skin was the strongest aphrodisiac. Conner straddled Ro’s body, planting a knee between Ro’s legs, right up against Ro’s balls. His other knee was beside Ro’s left hip. Ro began rubbing and humping away as Conner worked his tit into a hot, swollen peak.

Then Conner went after the other one. He used his hands to trace patterns down Ro’s sides, up to his neck then over his biceps to his forearms. Back and forth Conner went as he loved on Ro’s nipples. When he was satisfied and Ro was begging him for more, Conner reached down and palmed Ro’s balls. They were snug in their sac, pressed close to Ro’s body.

“You gonna be able to wait until I’m in you?” Conner asked, forcing the words past his lust-dried throat.

“If you hurry,” Ro gritted out. “Hurry!”

Conner looked at the long, thick length of Ro’s dick. He wanted to taste it, to try to take it all the way into his throat, but he’d have to wait. Ro wanted him in a different way, and Conner was going to see to it that Ro got what he needed. Conner maneuvered himself into a better position, kneeling between Ro’s thighs, then he slid down onto his belly. He got his hands beneath Ro’s ass and pushed. Ro grabbed the backs of his legs and pulled them up, raising his hips and spreading his ass for Conner.

“I don’t have lube, but…” Conner used his thumbs to spread Ro open more, then he licked over the tight little swirl nestled between Ro’s cheeks. “Oh, oh hell.” Fuck, he’d missed this, how had he not realized? Conner dove in, rimming Ro like he was starving for it, sucking and laving that little hole until it was wet and gaping, slicked with saliva and almost ready for him.

Conner sucked two fingers, coating them well before letting off and pushing them slowly into Ro’s pucker. The velvet warmth of the man, the way his ring clenched and his inner walls rippled around Conner’s fingers, was almost too much. The need to be inside Ro was like a weight pressing down on Conner, threatening to steal his breath unless he hurried.

Hurting Ro wasn’t going to happen, though, not in any way. Conner rotated his wrist, stretching Ro’s guardian muscle, preparing him for what was likely to be a short, hard ride.

“Please,” Ro gasped. “Fuck me already, Conner. In me.”

Conner gritted his teeth, telling himself to hold on another minute. He found the little nub inside Ro, rubbed over it gently.

“Ah!” Ro twisted on his fingers, shoving his butt down. He wailed and pinched his own nipples as Conner watched. That broke Conner’s restraint, and he pulled his fingers out. He lapped at Ro’s pucker a few more times, getting it as wet as he could, then he slicked his own shaft with saliva.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Ro opened his eyes and took a hold of his knees again, pulling them clear up to his ears just about. Conner lined his cock up, letting the tip touch Ro’s opening. “Keep them open,” he whispered, “please.” See me. Let me see you.

As if he heard Conner’s thought, Ro nodded. “Yes.”

Conner braced a hand where he’d placed Ro’s earlier, above Ro’s shoulder. He canted his hips and hissed as the crown of his cock sank into Ro, stretching that wet pucker around it.

Conner had to fight to keep his own eyes open at the incomparable pleasure that filled him from toes to the top of his skull. It made him tingle all down his spine, over his own hole and down to his balls. An incoherent sound spilled from