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

his boots, grunting then grumbling about needing his damn boot jack, then he shoved his jeans and boxers down and Bo forgot to be worried. The sight of that fat cock slapping against Max’s stomach brought the liquid back to Bo’s mouth, making it water as he hungered for a taste of the pre-cum beading at the slit. Max shrugged out of his shirt then fisted his shaft, pumping it leisurely despite the passion simmering in his eyes. Bo quivered as he trailed his gaze over Max’s enticing form. Broad-shouldered and leanly-muscled, he was the epitome of male perfection, everything Bo could have asked for in a lover, and Bo needed Max now before his doubts and fears could claw back to the surface.

Propping up on one elbow and clutching the blanket, Bo felt for the lube with his other hand. His fingers brushed against the plastic bottle just as Max let go of his dick.

“Let me,” Max ordered softly as he stepped onto the blanket. Bo nodded and pulled his hand back. “Spread your legs wider.”

Bo had spread his legs for more men than he could count and never so much as thought twice about it—even though he should have. But something about Max’s expression, the wonder and hunger, the way he looked at Bo as if he were the most perfect gift Max had ever MILES TO GO

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been given, brought a warm flush to Bo’s skin. It was humbling and intoxicating at the same time, and Bo felt more than a little shy as he bent his knees and parted his legs, opening himself for Max’s viewing.

Max sucked in a rattling breath and knelt on the blanket, his knees only inches from Bo’s ass. “Look at you,” Max murmured as he trailed his fingertips over Bo’s lightly furred thigh. “Ain’t a part of you that ain’t perfect.”

Bo knew better. If he’d been perfect, his mother wouldn’t have ran off and left him to die when he was a baby. He wouldn’t have been passed around and told what a burden he was by family members who took him in only to keep from looking bad. He wouldn’t have let men use him just to feel like someone cared for a few minutes. He wouldn’t have got the shit beaten out of him for being stupid and lonely and scared of both of those emotions.

But he couldn’t say any of that, not when Max was looking at him like that, not when Max was touching him, smoothing his hand over Bo’s stomach, his fingers teasing at the crease where Bo’s thighs and torso joined. All Bo could do was shiver and moan and thrust his hips as he tried unsuccessfully to get Max to touch his aching cock.

“Please, please, Max!” Any other time Bo might have cringed to be so needy, but he couldn’t do anything else, couldn’t think or plan or measure his words. “I need you, aching for you—”

“You got me.” Max leaned over Bo and grabbed the lube. Bo took advantage of the

position to wrap an arm around Max’s waist and pull himself up to suck at Max’s nipple. He laved the nub, loving the surprisingly soft hair that circled the sweet flesh, the way it tickled his upper lip. Max hissed and palmed the back of Bo’s head, pulling him closer. Bo took it for the demand it was and nipped the erect bud, rolling it gently between his teeth. He pinched and twisted the other nipple, mimicking the movements of his mouth, teeth and tongue as best he could. Max’s fingernails bit into Bo’s scalp, a little twinge of pain, as Max moaned and pressed into Bo’s ministrations.

“Enough or I’m gonna come all over you,” Max threatened, spacing his words out

between gasps. He loosened his hold on Bo and leaned away, forcing Bo to give up the tasty treats he’d been enjoying.

Bo laid down and grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling his legs up to his chest.

“Another time. Right now I need you to fuck me.”

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Max’s expression turned thunderous and he stopped pouring the lube into his cupped hand. He glared at Bo with so much anger that Bo squirmed. “It ain’t fucking, are we clear?”

Ashamed of himself, Bo nodded. He should have known Max wouldn’t care for that,

not yet at least. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to…” …it being anything more than fucking. “I’m sorry, okay? You’re right.” Now please, hurry up! Bo did his best to plead with his eyes, his mouth, his body. Max gave him a look that said they’d be discussing what Bo wasn’t used to in the near future.

Max dipped his fingers into the lube he’d squirted into his hand then hesitated, all of a sudden looking nervous. “I don’t want to do this wrong,” he confessed.

Bo thought it was sweet and wanted to tear his own hair out. “Max…please, either do it or let me. You won’t screw up, I promise, just make sure there’s plenty of lube then… ahh!

Ohmygod! ” The feel of Max’s fingers pushing into his ass nearly made Bo blow his load. The nerve endings in the tight ring of muscles pulsed with ecstasy, sharing it with his balls and every cell in Bo’s body.

“Is that a good ohmygod or a bad one?” Max asked as he began to withdraw his fingers, looking at Bo worriedly.

Bo let go of one of his thighs and grabbed Max’s wrist to keep him from pulling all the way out. “That’s an I’m gonna die if you don’t hurry up and f—finish this! ”

Max grinned and began stretching Bo again. His fingers grazed Bo’s prostate and Bo jolted, squeaking as he struggled not to come. Max’s grin widened and his eyes took on a wicked gleam as he bumped that spot again.

“Unngh! Max!” Bo nearly swallowed his tongue the next time his gland was stroked.

His stomach tightened as his hole clenched and rippled