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

kid after hearing about Zeke Matthers’ assault, and I will not hesitate to teach you a lesson about dogging yourself when you should be proud of that scar.”

Matt didn’t know what shocked him the most, the fact Carlin had black belts, the fact he’d threatened to whip Matt’s ass, or the fact he obviously wasn’t repulsed by the ugly scar. He didn’t know how to handle any of those revelations and so decided to tease Carlin instead of even trying.

“You do realize you just threatened a deputy, right? I could haul you in, put you in one of our nice cells…”

Carlin laughed!

Matt felt the dent to his manly pride and growled at the man. Carlin only snickered then Matt gasped as he was flipped onto his back. He hissed as his scrapes and gouges smacked against the mattress.

“Oh shit! I forgot!” Carlin looked at him with a panicked expression and tried to scoot off him but Matt grabbed his trim hips and held him in place. “I’m sorry, I swear I was just teasing.”

“It’s fine,” Matt assured, “just a little sting is all, but since you’re already on top of me…”

Carlin went from repentant to smug in a heartbeat. “Well, if you’re sure you can handle it.”

Matt responded with a grunt as he thrust his cock against Carlin’s.

“Yeah, you can definitely handle it.” Carlin sat up and reached for the petroleum jelly. He removed the lid then scooped out a couple of fingers full of the jelly. “Here, you get to put the lid back on.”

Matt took the container and the lid and quickly sealed the stuff back up. He sat it on the bed then gave it a shove, sending the petroleum jelly rolling off toward the pillows. When he turned back from watching the container roll away, Matt’s breath rushed from his lungs like he’d been kicked in the gut by his sister’s horse. Carlin had his head tipped back, his mouth gaping open, his legs spread as he kneeled over Matt—and a finger shoved deep into his ass.

Matt’s mouth and throat dried out as if he’d swallowed a mouthful of sand. “Can you…?” he croaked, then gave up and made the same twirling gesture he had earlier.

Carlin grinned and repositioned himself so Matt had an unobstructed view of the action. He’d never been any good at just watching when there was something fun to do, and now wasn’t any exception. Matt sat up and grabbed Carlin’s hand, pulling his finger out of his opening.

“I want to do that.”

Evan as Carlin agreed, Matt was already swiping his fingers over Carlin’s, coating his fingers with the petroleum jelly. He brought the tip of his finger to Carlin’s hole then glanced from the tempting dimple to Carlin’s face.

“You’ll tell me if I fuck up?”

Carlin snickered and thrust his hips back, sinking Matt’s finger into that tight, hot ring. “I’ll tell you before you can fuck up. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, then get them out because I’ll be on your dick as soon as you’ve stretched me.”

“Good enough.” Matt slid his index finger as deep inside Carlin as he could and moaned as silky hot walls rippled around the digit. To think his cock was going to be buried in that tight heat very soon… “Damn, I didn’t know it’d be like this.”

Carlin wiggled his hips and clenched his buttocks and Matt’s desperation to be inside the man nearly overwhelmed him. He pumped his finger in and out, nearly stopping when Carlin hissed.

“What’d I do wrong?” Matt asked, trying to quell his disappointment. If he’d hurt Carlin…

“Nothing. You did it right, found my prostate, mmm. Do it again, two fingers this time.”

Matt’s balls snugged up to his body, Carlin’s throaty purr nearly undoing him then and there. He slowly worked two digits into Carlin’s hole and tried to remember where he’d touched that had made Carlin feel so good. Curling his fingers, he brushed over a small nub about the size of a walnut and Carlin bucked and moaned.

“Fuck yes! Right there! Oh my God!”

Matt grinned as Carlin continued to babble and curse. The man was too cute for words, not that Matt would tell him so. Carlin was likely to do something painful to him.

By the time Matt had three fingers in Carlin’s ass, Matt’s amusement was gone, replaced by a need so intense he was flushed and sweating from the effort it took to restrain himself from flipping Carlin onto his back and fucking him senseless. Carlin rocked back hard, filling himself with Matt’s fingers with enough force Matt felt the impact all the way up to his shoulder.

“Now, now, now! Get them out!”

Matt tried to remove his fingers gently but Carlin wasn’t having any of it. He scrabbled forward over Matt’s knees then flipped around and straddled Matt’s groin. Matt gripped Carlin’s slender hips as Carlin lined Matt’s dick up with his hole. He was torn between watching Carlin’s expression and watching the joining of their bodies, but lust overpowered the gentler emotions and he stared, holding his breath as Carlin slowly lowered himself onto Matt’s dick.

“Uhn,” Matt grunted as his cockhead stretched Carlin’s guardian muscle wide then sank into the tight velvety heat. Matt’s eyelids fluttered, his eyes crossing as Carlin’s ass enveloped his shaft entirely.

“Gonna ride you hard and fast, make you scream,” Carlin promised, and Matt could do nothing other than believe him because Carlin rose up, his inner muscles clamping and massaging Matt’s dick all the way to the crown, then Carlin promptly slammed his ass down, his balls smacking Matt’s bush. “You better hang on, honey.”

Matt tried, but Carlin’s skin was as sweaty as his own, and Carlin was doing as he promised, fucking himself on Matt’s dick with quick, hard bounces that were rapidly shoving Matt toward climax. Matt closed his eyes and screamed, just as Carlin said he would, when Carlin’s clever fingers pinched and twisted Matt’s nipples. Matt grabbed at Carlin’s hips, his thighs, finally found his long,