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

access to the front, the crystals go back. You want me on my knees or side so you can fuck me until I can’t breathe for a week without feeling you, I move them to the front.”

“God, Chris!” Rich didn’t hesitate as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He was a little less enthusiastic about removing his jeans and boxers until Chris reminded him he’d already seen it. “Not quite,” Rich muttered then stripped the rest of his clothes quickly. He tensed and scooted to the edge of the bed, then stood and turned his back to Chris.

Chris had to bite his cheek hard enough to draw blood in order to keep back the cry that threatened to burst free. There were so many scars, and shapes that maybe were supposed to be letters or something but they were nothing but jumbles of painful memories for Rich. Shoulders, spine, ribs, lower back, and his beautiful ass—all were cut and marked with thin lines, thicker lines, smooth and jagged. A particularly nasty one ran from inside the cleft of Rich’s ass to the divot in his right cheek. Chris vowed then and there to find a way to vanish McAlister, and if it were possible to make a ghost or spirit or demon, whatever the fuck McAlister was, if Chris could make it painful for the son of a bitch to be exorcised, then he’d do it. Gladly.

“Come here, sweetie,” Chris crooned before the silence could be extended too long. Rich looked doubtful as he crawled onto the bed. Chris wanted to ask about the scar that delved into Rich’s crease, but he’d find out in time hopefully. If Rich couldn’t take him anally, there were plenty of other things they could do. Fun things, like— “So you’ve never blown anyone with a PA? Wanna try? Because I have to say, your mouth on my dick felt pretty spectacular yesterday. Almost made me come too quick.”

I should say no. I should leave if he won’t. I almost killed him! But Rich could see Chris wanted this, needed it as much as he did, and he wasn’t a good enough man to deny either of them this pleasure. He eyed the fat cock and the piercing through the glans and urethra. “Fuck, that’s so sexy.” And he couldn’t wait any longer, but— “Can I, um, turn?”

Chris’ face lit up like the New Year’s Eve ball dropped in Times Square. “Oh, definitely, I love simultaneous sucking.” Chris winked and helped Rich slide into place, then Rich was faced with the bounty of Chris’ thickly veined cock and his big furry balls.

“Mmm,” Rich hummed as he nuzzled Chris’ balls. Musky and sweat-tinged, the scent set fire to the need in Rich, spurring him into action. He lapped and sucked first one nut then the other as he squeezed and pumped the base of Chris’ dick. Chris’ answering volley of several slow licks from the crown of Rich’s shaft to the soft skin right behind his balls nearly distracted Rich from his prize. He whimpered at the firm flick of tongue over his frenulum then set about sucking the cum from Chris’ dick. The hoop piercing was fascinating, as was the way Chris’ rhythm stuttered and even completely died when Rich stuck his tongue through the hoop and tugged. The rougher he was with it, the louder Chris’ cries were, and Rich found himself addicted to the sounds his lover was making.

Rich sucked the pre-cum leaking from the tip, rolling the tasty liquid over his tongue. Truthfully the piercing intimidated him and turned him on, but he wasn’t sure about having it in his throat. He fisted the base of Chris’ shaft and slid his lips around the crown, tonguing the hoop then the small sensitive bundle of nerves that set Chris to pleading for more. Rich thrust his own cock forward, plunging into Chris’ mouth and moaned around the plump glans. He cupped and rolled Chris’ balls as he worked more of Chris’ length into his mouth. He lost himself in the act of pleasuring his lover, not caring when Chris’ mouth went slack around his shaft as Rich pushed a spit-slicked finger into Chris’ tight opening.

“Fuck it, Rich, please, I need you!”

Rich smiled around his mouthful of cock and sucked harder, his tongue tapping a rapid beat over the thick veins pulsing under it. He used to be good at this, sex and driving his partner over the edge—why had he thought he wouldn’t still be? Rich curled the finger he had buried in Chris’ ass, catching the spongy gland inside. He pumped the base of Chris’ cock faster as he bobbed and slurped, a firm believer that a messy, wet blow job was always the best kind. Saliva ran down the length of Chris’ penis, spilling onto his balls and dripping lower still. Rich nudged his thumb against the bottom of Chris’ balls as he worked a second digit into his lover’s pucker.

Chris thrashed and undulated, his hand loosely fisting Rich’s dick. Rich pumped his fingers in a series of short jabs, twisting the tips around the inner rim, loosening the tight muscle stroke by stroke. Chris’ moans were louder now, his shouts and pleas inescapable to anyone in the house and likely in the yard. Maybe even the surrounding mile, Rich thought smugly, as he grazed the underside of Chris’ crown with his teeth. Chris’ ass clenched around his fingers in warning and Rich pushed a third one in as hot cum spewed into his mouth. He swallowed and lapped at the treat, seeking every drop.

When he was certain he had it all and Chris’ dick was too sensitive for him to continue suckling, Rich released the softening length and laved a path from Chris’ balls to his stuffed hole. Chris bellowed and almost unseated him when Rich nipped the stretched ring. He sucked hard on the soft skin right above, applying pressure to the spot inside and