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

the underside of Matt’s chin, and Matt looked up at him with such a loving expression that Carlin couldn’t bear it. He let his lids drift shut and wished he were stronger.

Warm, wet lips closed over the tip of his cock and Carlin cried out. His balls were cupped and rolled, then Matt engulfed Carlin’s shaft. Carlin tried to keep from thrusting, but the tight suction and the feel of his crown pressing into Matt’s throat demolished his restraint. He reached for Matt’s head, his shoulders, any part of the man he could touch and sobbed with relief when Matt let him thrust farther into his throat.

Matt’s throat muscles squeezed around Carlin’s cock, and a roar filled Carlin’s head. He didn’t realize the sound he’d heard was his own shout until Matt swallowed again, then Carlin was coming in an embarrassingly short amount of time, his dick pumping bursts of spunk into Matt’s mouth. Matt laved and suckled Carlin’s shaft, keeping him hard as he squirmed and pleaded for Matt to fill him.

Carlin grunted as Matt pulled off his cock with a lewd slurping sound. His legs were pushed up until his thighs pressed against his chest, then Carlin howled as Matt licked a line down from the base of his dick to his hole.

“Matt, please, oh God, honey, please,” Carlin pleaded as pleasure flooded him from his ass to his brain. His cheeks were spread wide then Matt’s tongue rasped over his opening again and again until Carlin could do nothing more than beg. Only then did Matt spear his tongue into Carlin’s hole, and Carlin roared again as his balls drew tight to his body.

Matt tongued him until Carlin was on the brink of coming again, then he sat up and Carlin opened his eyes as he whimpered in protest.

“Now,” Matt said, and Carlin nodded. Carlin reached for one of the condoms he’d set on the nightstand while Matt picked up the jar of petroleum jelly. Neither of them had a problem with the thick stuff, and soon Carlin had the condom opened and was rolling it down Matt’s cock.

Carlin lay back down as Matt gently nudged his chest. He gripped the backs of Carlin’s thighs and pulled his legs up until his knees were almost beside his ears, offering himself to his lover completely.

“Look at you,” Matt murmured, then sank two fingers into his hole. Carlin moaned and tightened his grip on his legs, needing something to hold onto as Matt expertly demolished him, tearing down all the walls Carlin had built to shield his heart.

He felt Matt begin to press another finger into him. “No more,” Carlin rasped. “Just you. I need you.”

“You have me,” was all Matt said, but it was everything to Carlin, and when Matt covered him, sliding his thick cock into Carlin’s body, Carlin knew he’d never be able to give himself to another man, not like he was giving himself to Matt. Matt owned him, though Carlin would never—could never—tell him so.

Matt pushed at Carlin’s legs and Carlin released them, instead winding them around his lover’s waist. He surged up to kiss Matt hungrily, biting the thin lips until Matt pressed him down into the mattress and plundered his mouth. Carlin cupped the back of Matt’s head as he met Matt thrust for thrust, driving Matt’s cock as deeply into him as possible. Carlin felt a desperate need to drive Matt wild, to ignite his passion to the point Matt couldn’t be careful. Carlin wanted marks, bites and bruises, mementos to take with him when he left.

“Harder.” Carlin grunted as he said it because Matt had started pummeling Carlin’s ass as soon as he started to speak. Carlin tugged at Matt’s head, setting his lips against Carlin’s. “Mark me, please, please.”

Matt moaned and fucked him harder, biting and sucking on Carlin’s neck, his shoulder. Carlin turned his head to the side to give his lover more skin to torment, and Matt set upon the revealed flesh with an eagerness reflected in each battering slam of his hips against Carlin’s ass.

Carlin’s erection was treated to the fierce friction caused by Matt’s furry belly rubbing against it. The combination of teeth sinking into his skin, Matt pounding his ass relentlessly, and that thick, crinkly hair covering rock-hard muscles was too much. Carlin howled as he came, the first burst painful in its intensity, spewing cum between his and Matt’s stomachs.

Matt thrust erratically, short jabs as Carlin clenched his butt and more semen shot from his dick.

“Oh, God, Carlin, oh,” Matt rasped, then tossed his head back, his mouth dropping open on a shout as he ground against Carlin’s ass. Carlin came until he thought his balls were dried out, each hot jet Matt released in him Carlin matched until the two of them could hardly do more than tremble and try to carefully dislodge Matt’s cock without losing the condom.

Matt finally managed to grip the base of the condom and withdraw. Carlin knew the empty, aching feeling inside him was going to grow until he was a walking ball of misery, but he’d deal with that when it happened. Right now he could do nothing more than cling to the man who’d so thoroughly stolen his heart.

Chapter Nine

Matt listened to the funeral director telling the story of Mrs. Hawkins’ life. The quirky things that had made her so unique weren’t mentioned, which was ridiculous since everyone in McKinton knew about her calls to the Sheriff’s Department and the way she greeted the deputies. A glance around the room showed more people were looking at him and Carlin than at the man speaking. Matt shrugged it off and turned back to listen. He squeezed Carlin’s hand and his heart ached when he heard Carlin sob softly.

Matt put his arm around Carlin’s shoulder and hugged him. The funeral director concluded his dull recitation and said a few words Matt supposed were meant to be comforting. They came across as a trite to Matt, but