Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance by Bailey Bradford (poetry books to read txt) 📗

enough—Rory needed more. He reached around and grabbed a handful of Chance’s ass, tugging the man closer, wanting to crawl into his lover’s skin. The hands holding his head gripped tighter, pulling his hair almost painfully as Rory clamped his teeth down on the turgid nipple he’d suckled.

“Fuck! Rory!” Chance’s whole body bowed as he smashed Rory’s face against his chest.

Rory bit again, pinching and twisting the nipple he held between his thumb and forefinger at the same time. Chance roared and shook beneath Rory’s mouth and hands. Rory stood and locked his arms around his lover as he took Chance’s mouth in another demanding kiss. He wanted nothing more than to shove down Chance’s jeans and bend the man over, to bury his cock so deep inside Chance that he would still feel Rory tomorrow—

but visions of Art fucking him roughly and without preparation, the remembered pain of that violent penetration, held Rory in check.

“Need you now.” Rory started to push Chance backwards then paused, suddenly afraid of the violent strength of his need. He took half a step back and looked at Chance, worried he had been too forceful but only saw the same achingly raw desire that was consuming his own soul.

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A curt nod from Chance had Rory reaching to pull the battered denim shirt from his lover’s torso. Keeping his eyes locked on Chance’s, Rory tossed it aside and then reached for Chance’s belt. He unbuckled it and grabbed the ends, using it to tug Chance down the hallway to the bedroom.

As soon as they cleared the door, Rory snapped it closed and spun Chance away from him. Using his body, Rory leant against Chance, pushing him so that chest was flush to the door. He grabbed his lover’s thick wrists and pulled his arms above his head, palms flat on the smooth wooden surface.

“Stay just like that, don’t move,” Rory ordered softly.

He stepped back and took in the sight Chance made, tanned skin against the dark wood, his head turned to the side with eyes shut and lips slightly parted as stuttering breaths slipped out. Long muscular arms spread up and out, leading down to broad shoulders that could carry more than their share of burdens. The way Chance’s broad, sculpted back tapered down into lean hips and that taut, perfect ass had Rory’s mouthwatering. Pre cum soaked through the denim of his jeans and had Rory scurrying to grab the lube.

He was back behind Chance in two long strides, slipping his hands between Chance’s waist and the door to unfasten his pants. Rory couldn’t wait long enough to pull them and his lover’s boots off any more than he could take the time to remove his own clothes. He knew he would be doing well to make sure Chance was stretched enough before Rory took him.

With Chance’s jeans shoved down and out of the way, Rory popped the cap on the lube and slicked up his shaking fingers. He put the lube in his shirt pocket then grasped an ass cheek in each hand and spread Chance wide open, sucking in a breath at the sight of that tight little knot of muscles hidden between the firm globes.

“Rory.” Chance’s voice was rough and urgent as he pressed his ass back into Rory’s hands. “Please, I need you filling me up…ahh, God!”

Rory twisted the finger he had inserted inside Chance’s resistant hole, pushing until he couldn’t go any further. The heat from Chance’s rippling channel sent a shudder through Rory—he had to get his cock buried inside that satiny vise as soon as possible. Still, he made himself slow down, fucking Chance with just one finger until he heard a whispered plea for more. Only then did Rory push against Chance’s snug hole with another finger, applying firm pressure until the clenching ring relaxed enough to allow entry.

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Rory’s cock leaked and throbbed painfully, the need for release making him relinquish his grasp on Chance’s ass to unfasten his own jeans. His other hand kept a steady rhythm, thrusting and twisting his fingers, curving them to brush over Chance’s prostate. The moans falling from Chance’s lips each time Rory rubbed that gland were addictive; Rory knew he would never get enough of them any more than he would ever get enough of the sight before him. Chance spread open, taking Rory’s big callused fingers and loving it, his whole body begging for more…

Rory slid in a third finger rougher than he would have wished, unable to be gentle. He felt like his entire body was on fire—sweat slicked his skin, his muscles were quivering and his balls ached with the need to come. Chance still felt so tight, his inner muscles clamping down so hard on Rory’s fingers that sometimes he was forced to hold them still.

“Damn, Chance, I need in. Too tight, maybe—” Rory gritted his teeth. “God, fuck!”

Chance arched his back and pushed, rotating his hips in a circular move that Rory knew, if done while his cock was buried deep inside, would bring him to his knees. “Do it, baby. Fucking need it.”

Rory reached for the lube and tried to open it with his injured hand, not daring to pull his fingers from Chance’s warmth for fear the little opening would snap back tight and become damn near impenetrable. He finally pulled the cap off with his teeth, then poured a glob right onto his cock before snapping the cap shut.

He tossed the lube carelessly behind him, too focussed on what was happening between him and Chance to worry about where the tube landed. Rory quickly slicked on the viscous stuff and pulled his fingers out of Chance. He lined his cock up to the wrinkled ring of muscles and pushed, unsurprised at the resistance encountered.

“Just do it, Rory,” Chance ordered, eyes closed, arching his back to push his hole against Rory’s cock.

Feeling almost brutish, Rory locked his arms around Chance’s waist and thrust hard.

He