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

and Laine quickly got the hint, tumbling them both to the bed, Sev sprawled on his back and Laine straddling him, better able to fuck Sev’s mouth like they both preferred. Sev sucked and licked and opened his throat for every hard drive of Laine’s dick, ignoring the throb of need in his own groin. He gripped one of Laine’s ass cheeks and pulled hard, opening him as much as he could while still fucking and twisting his finger into the needy pucker.

“God, fuck,” Laine snarled, his hips slamming hard, his need and guilt driving him to be rougher. Sev knew this man, knew his heart and how he believed he was responsible for everyone and everything he cared about. He knew how Laine ached when he thought he failed, he knew how many nights Laine lain awake worrying or castigating himself, thinking Sev was asleep right up until the moment Sev tackled him and let Laine fuck them both senseless. He knew there were times Laine needed it rough, needed to hurt, but he’d never hurt Sev, which was why he had no problem letting the man hammer into his mouth, shove into his throat. He loved this as much as Laine did, seeing his lover come undone and lose himself and all his worries while he filled Sev’s body.

Sev was as addicted to being Laine’s release as he was to the man himself. And Sev wanted Laine in a way he hadn’t expected to. Laine’s grunts were coming faster, short, choppy sounds that made Sev’s cock leak onto his belly. He hit Laine’s cock with a bare scrape of teeth as he pinched the rim of Laine’s hole, one finger inside and the other out. Laine gasped then howled, a sound Sev hadn’t heard from him before but damned if he wouldn’t be hearing it again soon. He swallowed the salty spunk that seemed to pour from Laine’s cock rather than shoot out in jets while Laine held himself up on trembling arms and rapidly slipping knees.

A hard suck and swipe of the tongue to make sure he had every bit of Laine’s spunk, then Sev rolled them both so Laine was on his back. Then Sev dropped his head low to suck Laine’s sac into his mouth. It’d taken practice—which had been fun for both of them—but Sev had finally got to where he could get both of his lover’s balls in his mouth. Laine let out a raspy yell as Sev plunged his finger in deeper and rubbed against Laine’s gland. Sev’s dick was so hard he could drill a hole in the mattress, and he was trying to, rubbing and humping until he was on the verge of coming. He gave Laine’s balls one last lick then crawled over the man to grab the lube he’d stashed under his pillow. Sev had the cap off and his fingers and cock coated in record time, then he was back between Laine’s bent legs, sliding two fingers into his tight entrance.

Laine hissed and shoved his hips down, demanding more, a stronger penetration, deeper thrusts. Sev gave him what he needed, his own urge to be gentle set aside as he worked his fingers in and twisted his wrist. Laine’s breath came in short, shallow bursts, his inner muscles constricting around Sev’s digits. Stretching his lover for this first joining took almost more patience than Sev had, but he didn’t want Laine to hate it, and he sure knew more about receiving than his partner did. Assured as much as he could be, Sev pulled his digits from Laine’s gripping channel and quickly hitched the man’s legs over his shoulders.

“You ready for this?” Sev asked, hesitating with his cock pressing against Laine’s hole. He could still stop if this wasn’t what Laine wanted. He hoped.

Laine answered by grabbing Sev’s biceps and rocking up, forcing the first inch of penetration. Sev’s brain melted and he plunged in, filling Laine’s ass with his cock.

“Shiiit!” Laine hissed, hands bruising Sev’s arms as his ass squeezed Sev’s dick so hard he felt light headed. Sev swiveled his hips from side to side and Laine cursed again and ordered him to move!

Sev did, all his plans to take Laine slow and sweet trampled by the need that flared between them. Topping was something Sev hadn’t particularly cared to do before Laine, but with this man, he wanted everything, wanted to be inside every part of him and feel Laine owning him in return. Sev bent down, bending Laine almost in half, but he needed to taste those parted lips, sip the moans and curses and pleas escaping their lush flesh. He drilled Laine’s ass like his tongue drilled his lover’s mouth, demanding, claiming, seeking out depths he hadn’t known to reach for before.

Laine met him stroke for stroke, tongue and hips thrusting and undulating. Sev tried to grip Laine’s dick, needing to bring him off again before filling him with his seed, but Laine snarled and bit Sev’s lower lip hard enough to sting. Sev canted his hips and aimed for the spot his fingers had found, and Laine bucked and jerked his head aside, shouting as strings of cum splattered his chest and belly. His ass constricted around Sev’s cock so tightly Sev couldn’t do more than lean into his lover, trying to meld into him as his climax tore through him, heat and ice swirling down his spine and spewing from his body into Laine’s.

Afterwards, Sev wasn’t sure how, but he ended up under Laine, pinned by his lover’s thick thigh and strong arm. Sev thought he might have lost consciousness or something, because he had no idea how he got from point A, coming so deep inside Laine he thought he’d become a permanent part of him, to point B, being a living pillow for his heavier lover. Sev closed his eyes and debated whether he wanted to snuggle or breathe, but an urgent tugging on his hair had