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

as the kiss turned fierce and Lee palmed Darren’s cock through his jeans.

Lee sucked on Darren’s lower lip as his jeans were unfastened then Lee’s hand was on him, fisting Darren’s rod with strokes so perfect Darren’s eyes opened and crossed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Lee asked as he ended the kiss. “You’re already so close, your dick is dripping. I bet your balls are already hard and tight. Let’s see.” Lee shoved his other hand in Darren’s jeans and hummed as he cupped Darren’s sac. “Yeah, nice and snug.”

Lee did something that had Darren’s back bowing and his hands searching for something to hold onto. He settled for clutching at Lee’s thighs as Lee laughed. “Hm. You liked my nails scratching you.” He did it again, leaving a stinging trial over Darren’s balls that kicked his climax into gear.

“Lee,” Darren managed to gasp as his vision went bright white and cum shot from his slit. Darren jerked and panted, his balls aching with each spurt. Once he slumped against Lee, sated and sluggish from coming so hard, he became aware of the hard dick jabbing at his backside.

Trying to turn around enough to get to Lee’s zipper, Darren asked, “What can I do?”

“Stand up and put your hands flat on the table.” Lee was already pushing Darren up.

He hoped his legs would hold him. Darren stood and put his palms on the table then lowered his chest until he was lying half on the scarred wood. Spreading his legs was only logical, but canting his hips so his butt stuck up and his cheeks parted was something he did to stoke the lust he’d glimpsed in Lee’s eyes.

“This what you want?” Darren shook his butt, glad Lee couldn’t see his flaming face with the way Darren had propped his forehead on his folded arms.

Something wet and cold dribbled into his crack. Darren yelped and lifted his head, trying to see over his shoulder to what Lee was doing.

“Your cum,” Lee rumbled. Darren dropped his head back onto his forearms as Lee rubbed the mess between Darren’s cheeks. “Now I’m gonna ride this pretty ass, rut right here”—Lee rubbed a path down Darren’s crack—“until I come all over your ass, your back—everywhere I can.”

“Do it,” Darren urged. “I’m already getting hard again. See if you can make me come.” Lee wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge.

“You so fucking will.” Lee’s hot thick cock pressed into Darren’s crease. One of his hands found Darren’s erection while the other covered Darren’s crack, pinning Lee’s cock in the snug sheath he’d made. “You’re young, you can come again and again, can’t you?”

“Yeah,” Darren grunted, his hips slamming against the table as Lee started humping him without restraint.

“Better hang on, I’m just getting started.”

Darren took it for the warning it was and rested his head on the table, gripping the edge of it tightly with his hands. “Go for it.”

Lee did, with more force than Darren had thought possible. His hips and the tops of his thighs even, not to mention his butt, would likely be bruised all over. A hard jerk to his cock had Darren panting. He pushed back using his arms to power the movement then snapped his hips forward, pumping into Lee’s hand.

The tip of one of Lee’s fingers pressed deep into his slit and Darren saw stars. His orgasm boiled up from his balls as Lee prodded his slit again then Darren was coming, tumbling further into bliss with each gush of cum that jetted from his dick.

“Yeah, fucking scream for me, baby!” Lee rammed his cock in Darren’s crease and moaned as Darren felt the first warm splatter hit his lower back.

He savored every sound Lee made as more cum coated his skin, purred when Lee finally stopped thrusting and started rubbing the cooling spunk over as much of Darren’s butt and back as he could.

“You looked good like this, covered in my cum.”

Darren shivered upon hearing Lee’s gravel-rough voice and thought his dick would be hard again in no time if Lee kept talking. And he couldn’t see how that would ever be a bad thing.

Chapter Ten

It was less difficult than Lee had thought it would be to not only accept the fact that spirits were, however odd it sounded, real, but also to get used to one hanging around off and on. He did wish he could actually talk with Stefan. Lee talked to him, more so as each day passed, and he got over feeling silly for talking to someone he couldn’t see or hear—unless Stefan knocked something over.

He did that sometimes, nothing major, but the day he’d pulled at the back door and sent it slapping shut Darren had been ridiculously thrilled. Once he’d explained to Lee about the incident that had Darren cracking his chin on the floor, Lee understood why his lover was so pleased to find it had been Stefan paying him a visit.

However, the story drove home to Lee the fact that Darren was out here alone, or had been before Lee joined him. And he would be again, if Lee decided not to stay. Lee didn’t have anywhere he had to be, and since he’d sold his parents’ home in Jackson, he didn’t even have a place of his own. He really had spent almost two years trying to find Darren, driving around from one town or city to another, checking whatever leads he turned up—none of which had panned out except the last.

After having spent so long looking for Darren, was it any wonder Lee didn’t want to leave him? Lee sat on the porch and watched Darren shake a finger at Red and scold the rooster. After the third time Red had tried to maul Lee, and succeeded to a small degree, Darren had banned Lee from going anywhere near the chicken coop.

Darren turned and began walking toward the porch. Lee’s dick firmed up as he started thinking of the quickest way to get Darren