Aftermath by Bailey Bradford (most important books of all time txt) 📗

wasn’t all there was between them. The more he got to know Darren, the more fascinated he was by him—and with each moment they spent together, Lee was sinking deeper and deeper into the attraction between them.

He glanced up when Darren’s hand stilled on his arm. Lee’s gaze met Darren’s in the mirror above the sink. Darren’s brown eyes softened, the irises appearing almost liquid in the reflection. He licked his lips, slicking the pink skin, making it glisten.

“Dar.” Lee wasn’t sure he’d actually spoken or if he’d only mouthed the word. He started to turn and Darren was there, meeting him halfway. Darren cupped the back of Lee’s neck then crushed his mouth to Lee’s. Lee didn’t know where the assertive streak in Darren came from, but he liked it. A lot. Lee opened for Darren’s tongue and let his lover take the lead.

After a surprisingly good night’s sleep, Darren had woken up to the realization that, once he told Lee he suspected there’d been a spirit in the motel room with them, Lee might very likely leave him. Darren had been overwhelmed with the need to make Lee his, much like Lee had done to him yesterday. Darren had to claim at least some part of the man as thoroughly as possible, and if all he could have was Lee’s body he’d take it even though he wanted so much more.

Darren had swallowed his nerves then swallowed Lee’s cock. Lee had woken with a rumbly moan that had Darren’s balls drawing tight. Sucking Lee off had hurt a little—Darren’s chin was still sore but nothing like it had been. Even if he’d been in agony, though, Darren would have continued blowing Lee after hearing the sounds the man made. And watching him, seeing the utter lack of control as Lee writhed and thrashed, ragged breaths cutting the air—Darren had felt like a god for those brief minutes.

Now the chickens were taken care of and Lee’s arm was doctored, and Darren did not want to talk about what happened in the motel yet. He wanted another chance to bind Lee to him, even if it was only until Lee moved on to somewhere else.

Darren shoved his hands under the waistband of Lee’s sweats, filling his hands with warm, wonderfully firm butt cheeks. He lifted his mouth from Lee’s and trailed kisses across his jaw. Lee murmured and gripped Darren’s hips, tugging to bring their hard cocks into contact through their clothes. Darren squeezed the flesh under his hands, delighting in the soft fuzz that was sprinkled on Lee’s butt. He nipped Lee’s earlobe and the man shuddered. Hot spot. Darren sucked the lobe into his mouth as he tickled Lee’s crease with his fingertips. He moved his hands down, searching for and finding Lee’s puckered opening.

“I want in here,” Darren rasped, his cock growing even harder. “Let me.”

Lee’s hands clenched bruisingly hard on Darren’s hips. “Anything, whatever you want, I want.”

Darren tapped a finger against Lee’s hole, delighting in Lee’s ragged moan. “I want to make you mine, just like you did to me.”

“Fuck, Dar.” Lee pressed his forehead to Darren’s, his gaze steady. “I am yours, but I want you to fuck me.”

They kissed and groped their way to the bedroom, somehow managing not to trip as they shed their clothes. Lee started to get the supplies they needed but Darren stopped him with a one-handed push that sent Lee sprawling onto his back on the bed. Lee’s mouth gaped open, surprise widening his eyes. Darren laughed, pleased with himself for having done something to throw Lee off.

“Stay right there, I’ll get what we need.”

When Lee didn’t protest Darren assumed it was okay for him to open Lee’s duffle bag and paw through it for the condoms and lube. He found them quickly then strode back to the bed and gave Lee an appreciative look. Lee had said Darren was perfect, but he wasn’t.

This man, with his thickly muscled thighs spread wide, his furry balls heavy and hanging low, covering the spot Darren ached to fill, was as physically perfect as a man could be. His long, fat dick nearly reached his belly button, and the beads of pre-cum slicking the bulbous cap made Darren’s mouth water with the need to taste.

Darren swept his gaze up Lee’s body, marveling at the deeply etched ridges in his stomach. The firm swell of his pecs were topped with small, erect, copper-colored nipples ringed with swirls of hair. His shoulders were broad and stacked with muscle, his neck long and thick. Lee’s hair was spread out on the pillow, framing his gorgeous face. His green eyes were nearly closed, his lips parted as he panted softly.

Lee was, Darren knew without a doubt, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.

Darren crawled onto the bed and knelt between Lee’s thighs. He set the supplies down and ran his hands down the insides of Lee’s legs, noting the way Lee’s skin prickled with goosebumps. Darren hooked his hands behind Lee’s knees and pushed. Lee raised his legs then grabbed the backs of his knees, bringing them to his chest.

Lee’s willingness to open himself in such a way set Darren’s heart stuttering in his chest. The trust the position implied was a gift that warmed him and sent Darren toppling ever closer to the dangerous emotions he was afraid to accept. Darren dragged in a shaky breath, his lungs suddenly desperate for air. His gaze was drawn to Lee’s balls. Darren cupped them, loving their weight in his hand. He rolled them gently then bent down and sucked one into his mouth.

Lee’s body shook hard enough that the mattress vibrated with it, or maybe that was from the long, drawn-out moan that rent the air. Darren laved the furry nut, sucking it in deep then pushing it back with his tongue. He let it slip from his mouth then promptly took the other one in, giving it the same attention he