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

couldn’t get his body to do anything other than writhe as he moaned.

His dick filled back up and he wanted to beg for Chance to touch him but he couldn’t form the words. Every time he opened his mouth to try, Chance thrust in hard enough to have him slide up the bed. Rory finally managed to work his hands free and flung one up to RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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brace himself against the headboard while the other grasped his dick and started stroking himself furiously.

Chance’s fingers dug into his thighs with a bruising strength that Rory loved. It sent heat skittering from the base of his spine to his balls, then he was screaming as he came again, black dots dancing behind his eyes, in front of his eyes—hell, he didn’t know. He squeezed his ass hard and felt Chance’s cock swell as the man’s head flung back.

A strangled yell came from Chance then Rory felt hot bursts of his lover’s cum squirting into his channel. Chance ground against Rory’s ass as he shook with the force of his orgasm.

He released Rory’s legs, and Rory let them flop down, sprawled wide open as he sat up enough to grab Chance and pull his lover down on top of him.

Rory buried his nose in Chance’s dark hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo, the faint tinge of sweat, and that indefinable scent that was always Chance. He chuckled, thinking that if he and Chance could ever find a way to bottle that scent, they would be two wealthy men.

Chance stirred, pushing himself up on one elbow to look down at him.

“What is so funny? I’m not sure I like the way you’re laughing right after we just had some shout-down-the-walls sex.”

Rory tried to keep a straight face, but seriously failed. “‘Shout-down-the-walls sex?’ I think you melted my brain, boss.”

Chance eyed him for a second then shook his head. “You can speak in sentences—and so can I. We’ll just have to try harder in a few minutes.”

“Now I know you lost some brain cells.” Rory slid his hand down Chance’s back to cup a perfect, taut ass cheek. “I just came twice; I’ll need more than a few minutes until I can go another round.”

“Really?” Chance tucked his hips in, burying his prick deeper inside Rory. Rory’s eyebrows flew up as he felt Chance’s erection bump against his gland. “So what were you laughing about?” Chance moved his hips in a circular motion that had Rory’s eyes trying to cross. And his dick twitching. The things this man could do to him…

A pinch to his hip drew Rory’s attention back to the question.

“Oh! Nothing bad, I swear.” And maybe he should have kept Chance dangling for a while but the way that man could move his hips… Rory bit back a moan as Chance swiveled again. “Just that if we could bottle your scent, we’d be rich.”

Chance stilled and looked at Rory like he was nuts. “My scent?”

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Rory nodded, enjoying the confused look on his lover’s face. Actually, Chance looked like he couldn’t decide whether to be offended, confused, or amused. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of Rory’s channel and Rory slapped his hands down on both of Chance’s butt cheeks, digging his fingers into the firm flesh to hold the man in place.

“You smell really, really good.” Rory tried to hold back the smile at Chance’s startled look. The man had jumped when Rory slapped his ass, but that startled look was turning into something else rapidly.

The gleam in Chance’s eye, as well as a small grin on his full lips, made Rory think maybe he shouldn’t have smacked his lover’s ass quite so hard.

“I just didn’t want you to stop,” he offered weakly, excitement at the look on Chance’s face coursing through him.

“Oh really?” Chance reached down and twisted Rory’s nipple ring hard enough that the pleasure-pain made him gasp. Chance did it again to the other nipple, pulling his cock from Rory’s body when Rory’s hands dropped down to clutch at the sheets.

“No,” Rory protested when Chance’s cock left his body.

“Yes.” Chance moved and grabbed Rory. Before Rory knew what happened, he was flipped over and Chance was pulling at his hips. Rory tucked his knees under himself and moaned when Chance penetrated him and began slowly sliding his thick cock into his welcoming passage.

“Chance, please, fuck me already,” Rory pleaded, trying to work in more of Chance’s prick. A stinging slap to his ass didn’t discourage Rory one bit. He tried to rock back and get more of his lover inside him.

“Like that, huh?” Chance’s voice was rough with desire. Rory nodded and another stinging slap landed right on top of the spot the first one hit. He felt his cock leaking and glanced back as best he could at Chance.

“Chance…” Rory almost growled it out. If the man didn’t fuck him soon, Rory was going to—

A third stinging slap came down and Rory had to grip the base of his prick hard to keep from coming. He felt Chance pulling back and heard his lover’s swift intake of breath.

“Fuck, baby!” Chance’s voice sounded nearly reverent.

Rory hissed as Chance’s hands slid over the heated skin of his ass. He pushed his hips back when the caresses stopped, wanting more of the soft touch. Instead, Chance covered his RORY’S LAST CHANCE

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body, slipping his hands under Rory’s chest and giving both nipple rings a hard tug. Rory moaned and squeezed his dick harder. Chance’s hands slid up until they were gripping Rory’s shoulders from the front.

“Better hold on,” Chance whispered in his ear.

Rory was going to ask what he should hold on to, but then Chance began fucking him just like he needed and Rory forgot what he wanted to ask. The only thing that mattered was Chance, and him, and the way they felt together.

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