When the Dead Speak by Bailey Bradford (books to read to increase intelligence txt) 📗

Laine’s waistband, Sev popped the button open, then shoved Laine back on the bed.

The big man went down without a fight, flopping fully onto his back with a bounce that sent the springs to squeaking. Sev knelt and removed Laine’s boots and socks, setting them off to the side. He let his fingers linger over one foot, then the other, tracing the high arch before cupping the heel and rubbing his cheek against Laine’s denim-clad calf. Sev had an urge to rub all over the man, which struck him as funny once he accepted that he wanted to leave his scent on his lover like some wild animal marking its territory.

Sev reached up and unzipped Laine’s jeans, tapping his thigh so Laine lifted his hips. The jeans and boxer briefs were tossed to the floor, and Sev’s kneeling position gave him a view that had his dick leaking pre-cum. Sev pushed Laine’s thighs farther apart, then stared at the fat cock and heavy balls that were only inches from his face. The dark, wrinkled skin of Laine’s sac kept drawing Sev’s gaze. He finally braced his hands on Laine’s upper thighs and bent over so he could lap at the furry globes.

The musky scent of his lover filled Sev, and Laine’s moans spurred him on. Sev sucked one nut into his mouth, pulling gently and rolling his tongue over it. Laine’s thighs trembled then tightened under his hands and Sev hummed, knowing the vibrations would send bursts of heat throughout his lover’s body. Laine bucked, his ass rising off the bed as he moaned, fists twisting in the sheets.

“Sev, shit!”

It was more of a gasp than a plea, but Sev would get him there. Sev gave Laine’s balls a last lick then pushed himself up. He took a minute to appreciate the beautiful display of Laine spread out before him, his big cockhead glistening with moisture, a string of pre-cum bridging the gap from crown to stomach. Laine’s hands were clenched tightly around fistfuls of sheets, the veins in his arms and neck standing out. Breath coming in pants, Laine lips were parted, his eyes almost closed as he stared back at Sev.

Sev scrubbed the heel of his hand over his dick, aching with the need to gorge on his lover. He forced himself to take a step back, then another.

“Move to the centere of the bed.” Sev freed his cock with a flick of his fingers. “Put your arms over your head and grab the headboard.” He waited until Laine complied, enjoying the smooth glide of muscles as the man followed Sev’s orders. Once Laine was in place, Sev removed his own clothes then walked over to the dresser, feeling Laine’s gaze on him, and picked up Laine’s handcuffs before turning back to face his lover.

Laine’s eyes flared open as a flush spread over his chest and up to his cheeks. The sound he made as he sucked in air went straight to Sev’s balls and he arched an eyebrow in surprise. He’d thought Laine was just giving him this, maybe as a way to prove that he did trust Sev. Looking at Laine, watching him tremble, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, his cock bobbing and his eyes blazing, Sev knew that this was more than just something Laine was doing for him. Laine wanted this, maybe even needed it—and he was for damn sure getting off on it.

Sev reached down and squeezed the base of his cock, afraid he’d shoot before he ever got the cuffs on Laine. The move wasn’t lost on Laine, his lips curling up on one side in a heart-stopping grin. Sev gave him a narrow-eyed look, then let go of his dick and sauntered back to the bed, smiling himself when Laine’s grin faltered, his gaze locking on to Sev’s cock.

“Damn, Sheriff, you look so fucking sexy.” Sev crawled onto the bed and straddled Laine’s hips, moaning when he moved and their cocks brushed together. He made himself focus on his plan rather than the desire to grind against Laine as he reached above Laine’s head for his wrists. Sev couldn’t resist the offer of those parted lips, though, and stopped shimmying up the hard body underneath him to devour Laine’s mouth, claiming him with tongue and teeth. Laine’s fingers buried in his hair snapped Sev out of the kiss and he sat up, slapping a cuff around the offending wrist and pulling it back up above Laine’s head.

“I don’t think so.” Sev meant to sound firm, but it came out more of a purr that flooded Laine’s eyes with need. Sev wound the empty cuff and chain through the slat in the headboard, then snapped it around Laine’s other wrist. He stroked his hands down Laine’s forearms to his biceps, then over his shoulders.

“Look at you, Laine. God, you have no idea…” Sev certainly hadn’t had any idea, but the image of his lover cuffed to the bed was giving him thousands now.

Laine arched his back and squirmed, his legs shifting behind Sev. “Sev—”

Sev scooted back until Laine’s cock was rubbing against his hole. At first contact of his thick cockhead against Sev’s opening, Laine’s arms jerked, rattling the headboard.

“Sev—”

Sev rocked against the hard flesh, the copious amount of pre-cum making a slick path in the crease of his ass.

“Sev.”Laine’s voice was strained, strung tight. “I need—”

“I know what you need.” Sev slithered farther down Laine’s body, then sucked his cock down deep as Laine bucked and yelled, thrusting into Sev’s throat. One hand circled the base of Laine’s cock, the other held his balls, tugging them away from Laine’s body. Sev wanted to tease, to slick a finger and slide it into Laine’s tight hole, but they were both too on edge. He bobbed his head, tongue swirling around the shaft in his mouth, teasing the underside of the crown as the handcuffs rattled and the headboard jostled and thunked the wall. He glanced up to see the