All of the Voices by Bailey Bradford (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📗

“Might want to check that out before getting your heart set on a ring.” Matt gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Let me get us some tea. I’m so thirsty, my throat could give the Sahara a run for the money when it comes to dry.”

Carlin didn’t want to argue about the expense of their rings. Whatever they chose would last them a lifetime, and would be worth the cost they paid for them.

They discussed their options for where to get married—Carlin and Matt agreed the easiest thing would be to do it in the nearest available state—and whether or not to take their honeymoon immediately after.

The conversation turned Carlin on so much, his cock was hard as could be by the time he pushed his empty plate aside. “Who knew commitment would be so arousing?” He stood up and palmed his erection through his trousers.

“We should talk about it more often.” Matt scooted his chair back then patted his lap. “Grab the lube then come sit on my lap, sexy.”

Carlin eyed the chair. “The arm rests are going to be a problem.”

Matt sighed. “Yeah, they are.” He stood up and unfastened his belt. “And you did mention something about a shower and sex.”

“Yes, I did.” Carlin took the time to put their plates in the sink. “I’ll wash them later.”

Matt led the way to the bathroom. The shower wasn’t huge, and the tub itself was very old, porcelain with metal claw-feet. Someone, at some point, had stuck yellow duck anti-slip grips on the bottom of the tub. It made for uncomfortable baths if a person forgot about them and slid down, but they worked great when it came to bathtub sex.

Carlin stripped Matt down, kissing and touching his gorgeous body. He loved on Matt’s nipples, working them into stiff peaks while Matt cursed and moaned softly. “Every inch of you,” Carlin said. “Going to love on every inch of you.”

Matt pulled him up for a long kiss that left them both breathless, then Carlin went down again, licking and sucking up little purple marks until he reached Matt’s cock. He took a hold of the thick length at the base, then looked up through his lashes at Matt while sucking the tip into his mouth.

“Jesus,” Matt rasped, his hands trembling where they rested on Carlin’s shoulders. “I’m gonna— I can’t—”

Carlin pressed his tongue against Matt’s slit. At the same time, he palmed Matt’s balls.

Matt’s hips bucked and he shoved his dick in deep, breaching Carlin’s throat.

Carlin pushed Matt closer to release, but stopped when Matt tugged on his hair. Carlin left off sucking Matt’s cock and dipped lower to lap at his balls.

Matt murmured encouragement, spreading his legs to give Carlin room to play.

Carlin slid his hands around to grip Matt’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

“Touch me,” Matt said, his voice gritty with desire.

Carlin licked two of his fingers, then pressed them against Matt’s hole. That tight muscle clenched, then loosened, and Carlin sunk his digits in to the first knuckle. He turned and twisted them around, giving Matt the pressure he loved.

When Matt was gasping, Carlin withdrew his fingers. He stood slowly, his knees a little sore from him having been down on them for so long.

“Carlin, I want…” Matt swallowed then licked his lips. “I want you.”

Carlin flushed cold then hot with need. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Matt started for the bathroom door.

Carlin stopped him. “Shower first. I’m going to take my time with you, Matt.”

He was true to his word. Carlin washed Matt’s body and hair, kissed him all over, and stroked his gorgeous body until Matt was shaking with the force of his arousal.

Only then did Carlin take him to bed and lay him down. Carlin sprawled on top of Matt, keeping his weight on his elbows. “Love you,” he said.

Matt brushed his knuckles over Carlin’s cheek. “Love you, too.”

Carlin dipped down for a kiss, losing himself in Matt’s taste for a little while before asking Matt to roll over.

Matt’s breath hitched but he went without an argument.

“Hips up,” Carlin urged, reaching for a pillow.

Matt arched and Carlin pushed the pillow under him. Then he moved in between Matt’s legs and parted Matt’s cheeks.

Matt gasped when Carlin licked down his crease, and he purred like a big, happy cat when Carlin lapped at his hole.

But when Carlin pushed his tongue in past that tight ring, Matt keened and came up on his knees, head down, body begging for what he wanted.

Carlin had to move fast to keep up with him. He rimmed Matt until his pucker was wet and loose, until his fingers could glide in and out easily. Then he got the lube and stretched him some more.

Matt was babbling, his words short, sentences incoherent by the time Carlin pushed his cock into that silky grip. Matt’s body heat was incredible, his inner walls rippling and clenching as if to pull Carlin’s dick in deeper and deeper. They’d dispensed with condoms after their test results had come back, and now it was only them, skin on skin, as Carlin thrust in balls-deep.

Matt managed one word—Carlin’s name, then he moaned and closed his eyes, one hand gripping the sheets while he shoved the other underneath himself to grab his shaft.

Carlin covered Matt, his chest to Matt’s back. It limited how much he could move, but the body contact was perfect. Together they found an amazing rhythm for their love making, and when Matt cried out, his body going taut as the scent of his cum hit the air, Carlin’s heart swelled with more love than he’d ever thought he’d feel.

This one man was his heart, his life, and Carlin would never take him for granted. He swore it, out loud for Matt to hear before spiraling into his own orgasm.

There were perfect moments in time, perfect feelings and words. When Carlin eased down beside Matt, both of them sated and happy in love, when Matt murmured