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

its light coating of hair made Chance’s mouth water with need, then there was the tight pink hole that clenched as he looked at it.

Need so strong he thought it would bring him to his knees shot through Chance. He made himself finish, taking note of the defined muscles in Rory’s thighs and calves, and the long, narrow feet that held such a strong man.

Bringing his gaze back to Rory’s, Chance began removing his clothes, feeling his lover’s stare like a physical caress. He’d planned to be smooth and steady, but anything that kept him from being inside Rory suddenly seemed foolish.

Chance kicked off his boots and peeled down his jeans and underwear. He unbuttoned his shirt far enough to get it over his head then pulled it off, cursing when the buttons at the wrist kept him from removing it easily. Chance got them undone, though he thought he heard one or two of them hit the floor. He toed off his socks and climbed onto the bed between Rory’s thighs.

Reaching behind him, he grabbed Rory’s calves and tugged until Rory’s legs were bent at the knees and his feet flat on the bed.

“Damn, baby, you are so perfect, your cock hard and dripping.” Chance couldn’t pull RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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his gaze away from the vision before him. “Your balls already pulling up tight, and here—”

He ran a finger from Rory’s perineum to his pink hole. “Here you fucking take my breath.”

Rory moaned and started to sit up, reaching for Chance. “Please, Chance, I need you to fuck me.”

Chance chuckled and evaded Rory’s grasp. “I am. I’d wanted to do more, but not this time, not with you looking at me like that. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

Rory was nodding vigorously, the movement jerky enough that it made his cock bounce. Chance rubbed his finger over Rory’s hole, pressing firmly but not penetrating.

“Lube. Rory, I need—” Chance snatched the tube out of the air. Rory must have tucked it under the pillow last night, Chance thought, then let his brain shut off and his body take over.

He popped open the cap and poured a thin line lube straight onto his dick. He rubbed it in quickly, too eager and needy to trust himself. Another dollop for his fingers, then he poured some right below Rory’s balls, letting the liquid slide down to Rory’s puckered opening.

Chance couldn’t wait, didn’t have the strength to play. He rubbed a knuckle over Rory’s hole then pushed the tip of his index finger in. Rory jerked his hips and pushed down trying to take more. Chance thrust his finger in Rory’s clenching heat and twisted his wrist, dragging his finger across the spongy gland and causing Rory to gasp and writhe on the bed.

He pumped his finger into Rory until he felt the little ring of muscles loosen enough for him to slide a second finger in. Chance worked Rory’s ass, corkscrewing his fingers and rubbing Rory’s prostate until Rory was almost sobbing with need.

He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Rory’s legs. Chance put his hands on the back of Rory’s thighs and pushed his lover’s legs up until they nearly lay on Rory’s chest. Rory reached down and held his legs, spreading himself. Chance lined up his cock and began pressing in. He leant over Rory, holding himself up on his forearms as Rory locked his legs around Chance’s waist and squeezed.

Chance got the hint. He lowered himself and slid his hands under Rory’s back, latching on to his shoulders from the underside. Then he thrust hard and sunk balls-deep into his man. Rory’s back arched and his inner muscles clamped down hard and Chance knew he wasn’t going to last long at all. He started to push himself up enough for Rory to slip a hand between them and jack himself but Rory shook his head and pulled Chance down firmly RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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against him. Chance looked into Rory’s slitted eyes and felt the heat from those midnight depths skitter down his spine.

“Just like this, it’s all I need.” Rory licked Chance’s lips and Chance decided his lover knew what suited him best.

Chance drew his hips back, almost withdrawing entirely before slamming back into Rory’s tight ass. He tried to get a rhythm going but he was too far gone and Rory was too damn intoxicating. Chance’s thrusts were erratic and rough and Rory met him each time, hips rising to take as much of Chance’s cock as he could.

The sudden widening of Rory’s eyes was all the warning Chance got before his lover cried out and wet heat spread between their bodies. Rory’s channel squeezed painfully tight around Chance’s cock, milking it of spurt after spurt of cum.

Rory was panting as hard as Chance was by the time their orgasms passed. Chance let himself lay on Rory, knowing the bigger man could handle his weight for a while. He sought a gentle kiss from his lover and got it, revelling in the fact that this man loved him and was his. His eyes burned and he clamped his lids down tight until he got his emotions under control. Chance rested his head on Rory’s shoulder and murmured soft words of love in the younger man’s ear, smiling when he realised his lover had fallen asleep.

Rory had opened up and given Chance everything. Despite the trauma of his past, he loved Chance and wanted to be with him. He didn’t know how or why he’d got so lucky as to have a man like Rory by his side, but Chance was going to do everything he could to keep him.

Rory understood the whole cup running over thing now. Ever since Chance had said those three little words, Rory had felt like he was floating, his head in the clouds and his heart spilling over with love and so much happiness—

He snorted almost as loud as one of the horses. Gushing