Wait Until Dawn by Bailey Bradford (chrysanthemum read aloud txt) 📗

Rich bucked beneath him when Chris pressed the ball into his slit, and Chris began to insert a second finger into his lover.

Rich spread his legs wider, offering himself to Chris. He moved carefully into the space, not wanting to dislodge his fingers or the fat cock in his mouth. Rich undulated, the move sucking Chris’ digits deep into his lover’s ass. He tapped Rich’s gland and received a cry of pleasure and a hard thrust that sent Rich’s cockhead into his throat. Chris hummed around the veined length, pressing his tongue flat, getting a good rub of metal against dick. He swallowed, wishing he could see Rich’s expression when he made such arousing noises.

Chris raised his head, keeping the suction tight as he worked the glans. Rich grunted and shoved his head back down. That was such a turn on, Chris could hardly stand it. He began sucking and finger-fucking Rich, no more teasing, although he kept his digits to small movements, no twisting, no hard shoves. Rich’s cock, however, could take it all. Chris enveloped the entire length in his mouth, swallowing rapidly, knowing the quick squeeze-release would push Rich close to climax. Rich’s guttural shout proved him right, as did the tangy jet of cum that hit the back of Chris’ throat. Chris pulled back enough to grip the base of Rich’s cock while he slipped a third finger in Rich’s hole, then Chris let Rich fuck his mouth, pumping into him in short, hard jerks.

A few strokes over Rich’s gland had his dick firming up again quickly. Chris placed a kiss on Rich’s crown then rolled Rich onto his side. “Oh yeah, love this,” Rich murmured, his speech slurred in the way it was after an orgasm wrecked him.

“Me too,” Chris admitted as he gently lifted Rich’s top leg, hooking the back of Rich’s knee with his elbow. Chris straddled Rich’s other leg and slid his fingers along Rich’s crease. When he reached the stretched opening, Chris spread Rich’s cheeks, inspecting the scar there. Before Rich could chastise him—or bitch, which tickled Chris every time—Chris lined up his dick and slowly began entering Rich’s ass.

Rich swore and scrabbled for a hold on the sheets as he tried to arch into the penetration but Chris hitched Rich’s leg just a little higher, taking what leverage Rich had.

“My way, honey,” Chris reminded his lover. That had been the only way he’d agreed to this in the first place since he wasn’t as certain about it as Rich was.

“Your way is gonna get us busted by your mom,” Rich threatened. He sounded so sure of it Chris’ hips jerked before he could stop himself. Since Rich’s third death, Chris toyed with the idea the man had developed some sort of prescience. There was nothing concrete, just Chris’ suspicions. It didn’t seem that someone could go through all the things Rich had and not be changed by it. Or maybe I’m just desperate to have him. Chris slid his dick into Rich’s ass with a steady glide. He held perfectly still with his balls resting against Rich’s butt cheek as those inner muscles caressed his shaft with heat.

“Jeeeee,” Rich gasped, squirming down, “Ssuuss! Move!”

“Gladly,” Chris grunted, withdrawing until his cockhead tugged at Rich’s rim. Chris watched the way his dick stretched Rich’s hole. He traced a finger around the skin pulled tight around his girth. The scar didn’t look irritated. And Rich was cursing, demanding he move. Chris thrust in, his balls slapping against taut flesh. Rich arched, his spine sinking in to divide his back. “Fuck, honey, I can’t—” He bit his lip and withdrew his cock before quickly surging forward into the tight, tugging heat.

“That’s it, fuck me, come on, Chris, do it,” Rich rasped.

Chris couldn’t do anything but obey his lover and the demands of his own body. He had to trust his lover to tell him if his strokes were too much. Chris gave up trying to retain any semblance of control. His ass flexed and clenched as he filled Rich’s channel over and over. Rich moaned and grabbed his dick, stripping it with rapid jerks as Chris fucked into him harder, hitting the spot guaranteed to make Rich come.

“Rich, Rich.” Chris couldn’t get anything else past his throat, as if only his lover’s name were allowed to pass. He gripped Rich’s hip, pulling him back with each thrust. Rich’s hand was a blur as he brought himself off, his scream loud enough that Laine and Severo would have been banging on their door were they here. Chris’ yell quickly followed as the scent of Rich’s cum, the sight of it spraying onto his chest, sent Chris spiraling into orgasm. He slammed his hips hard for the last thrust, stilling as his cock was held snug in Rich’s body. His thighs shook and his stomach quivered as burst after burst of spunk shot from his dick. “Rich,” Chris whispered, his gaze locking with Rich’s sex-dazed one. His lover looked satiated and well-fucked, which was exactly how Chris felt.

Despite the desire to collapse and sleep for hours, Chris carefully pulled free of Rich’s body. Rich grumbled and tried to twist away as Chris spread his cheeks.

“Stop it. It’s not just the scar I want to see.”

“What?” Rich propped himself up on one elbow but quite fighting him. “You want to see how fucked I am?”

“Of course, makes me horny.” He pushed at Rich’s hip until he flopped onto his belly.

“Well, if it’ll get that big dick back in me soon, have at it.”

Chris figured he had to have the smuggest grin in the world just then. He had the sexiest man in the world in bed with him, and they were beginning a journey that would, hopefully, last a lifetime—or longer.

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