Love in Xxchange: Miles to Go by Bailey Bradford (best e reader for android TXT) 📗

Opening eagerly for Bo, Max shivered as his dick leaked pre-cum. He teased Bo’s

tongue with his own, and the taste of Bo exploded in Max’s mouth, sweet and tangy, like chocolate and oranges, and something Max couldn’t describe but knew he was now addicted to.

Bo sucked on his tongue and Max felt the pull all the way to his balls. He groaned and clutched at Bo’s shoulders as he chased Bo’s tongue, suckling it in return. He wanted to do that to Bo’s cock, suck and lave that fat length, feel it push into his mouth, stretch his jaw wide and cover his tongue with cum…

MILES TO GO

Bailey Bradford

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Max broke the kiss, gasping for breath and trying desperately to keep his fears and insecurities at bay. He’d spent too much of his life being scared already. And Bo had liked it, hadn’t he, when Max had taken over in the barn?

Max sat up and tugged at Bo’s shirt. “Let’s get these off, all of ‘em.”

Bo’s lips looked thoroughly plundered but his eyes blazed with carnal hunger as he sat up and pulled off his shirt. Max zeroed in on the tiny peach coloured nipples with their thick pointy tips. God, he wanted a taste of those, too.

“You sure about these?” Bo rasped. Max dragged his gaze away from the tempting

buds to find Bo’s thumbs sliding under the waistband of his sweats.

“Oh yeah,” Max ground out, his throat tightening with lust. Bo still hesitated, and Max narrowed his eyes. “Take ‘em off.”

Bo did this quivering thing, his entire body shaking bit by bit like a wave rolled over him from head to toe. He lifted his hips and shoved the sweats down his thighs, then kicked and twisted until he got them off completely. Max should have helped, but he couldn’t look away from the heavy, fuzzy balls or the plump red crown smeared with pearly fluid, or the thick veiny stalk that he couldn’t possibly swallow much of. Not yet, anyway.

“Max?” Bo’s cock bobbed when he spoke, a fact Max found utterly fascinating.

“Yeah, Bo?” Max answered, watching a drop of pre-cum slide from the narrow slit and form a thin bridge to Bo’s belly.

“Could you maybe…” Bo’s breath hitched and Max hissed as Bo’s shaft twitched. “Take your clothes off?”

Max’s gaze jumped up to meet Bo’s. “Oh yeah, I can do that.” Bo gave him a hungry smile and Max quickly pulled his boots off and stripped. He didn’t feel any of the embarrassment he thought he would have when standing naked in front of another person, not when Bo was looking at him like that, like he was everything good and perfect in the world. He just wished he knew how to live up to that look.

Bo rolled to his side and patted the bed. “Come here, honey. Tell me what you want.”

Max lay down facing Bo, the affection in those warm eyes the only thing keeping Max from panicking over his fear of disappointing this man. Bo caressed his cheek, each stroke leeching the anxiety from Max until he felt nothing but the aching desire of moments before.

Max wrapped his hand around Bo’s left biceps and, using his weight, rolled them both so he wound up lying on top of Bo, bracing his body on one elbow.

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Bailey Bradford

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“This okay? I ain’t hurting you?” The full-body contact was firing all the nerve endings in Max’s body, pulling his mind into a state of erotic bliss, but he needed to know that Bo was okay before giving in to his body’s needs.

Bo thrust up, rubbing his cock against Max’s, causing them both to gasp and groan.

“Fucking perfect, Max. Please, do something, touch me, suck me, fuck me, God, something please!”

Images of each one of those acts spun through Max’s head, maybe not in the clearest detail but it was more than enough to drive out rational thought. Max cupped Bo’s jaw, loving the feel of the rough stubble against his palm, and took Bo’s mouth in a kiss that left his head spinning. Bo whimpered into the kiss, clutching at Max’s shoulders, his back, finally clasping his ass cheeks and grinding up while pulling Max’s hips down. Their cocks were pressed together, slick and hard and aching, and Max couldn’t do anything other than drag his lips down Bo’s jaw. He nipped and licked, sucking hard on the firm column of Bo’s neck as he began thrusting, matching Bo’s tempo. Max buried one hand in Bo’s hair, keeping his weight up on that arm while his other hand slid between their chests, searching out one of the peach nipples. Bo keened when Max’s thumb and forefinger pinched the turgid bud. His fingers dug into the globes of Max’s ass, pulling him down harder, faster.

Max felt his orgasm boiling up from his balls as his dick slid against Bo’s. The head of his cock caught the underside of Bo’s crown, and heat exploded inside Max. He tugged at the nub, pinching more from the spasm of ecstasy that caused his entire body to clench than from any intention. Bo screamed and bucked beneath him, spraying liquid heat between their stomachs. His fingertips brushed over Max’s hole and Max didn’t have time to wonder if it was intentional or not, that fluttering touch threw him right over the edge.

Max felt that first shot of cum spewing out like a punch to the gut. He howled with the intensity of his release, his vision wavering as jets of cum burst from his dick. He thought Bo’s finger’s feathered over his asshole again, but Max wasn’t sure, couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the ecstasy flowing from his shaft as he ground furiously against Bo’s willing body.

When Max finally came out of his orgasmic haze, he was lying on his back with Bo tucked up against his side. Bo’s head rested on Max’s shoulder, and Bo had an arm and a leg