Laird's Choice, Remmy Duchene [superbooks4u .txt] 📗

"So tell me…"

"I—ah… can't."

Laird sighed. "You know, guys always say stuff like that—trying to be ominous. Then when they finally reveal what they were hiding it's not that horrid at all."

A sad smile traced Race's succulent lips—the same lips that had just done so many wonderful things to Laird's body. "Trust me, Laird. This is horrid. But I know your secret."

"You do?"

"You like it rough… rough in ways you think I don't understand and will never accept. Am I right?"

Laird bowed his head, feeling the wind fall from his sails.

"And I think if you could, you would have bitten me. I think I'd let you try."

Laird thought about it, and the idea of sinking his teeth into Race turned him on again. His aroused cockhead brushed the sheet and he groaned.

Chapter Five

Laird sat on the windowsill and watched Race as he looked around the home. For a moment, he disappeared into another room and Laird tilted his head trying to catch a glimpse of the cowboy. But all he heard were footsteps.

Smiling, he turned and looked out the window at the rolling waters of the ocean off in the distance. He could hear the water crashing into the rocks, and periodically a seagull would screech. Other than that, it was quiet, peaceful; precisely what Race had asked for.

"This is perfect," Race's voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked around to see Race leaning against the doorframe of the living room. "After all the searching, I think this one is perfect."

"Do you want to put in an offer?"

Race smiled, walked over to him, and leaned over.

Laird closed his eyes and helplessly offered up his lips. A sigh escaped as Race skillfully kissed him until his mind screamed with pleasure and his body trembled. He pulled his mouth away only for air but when he opened his eyes, Race was looking at him in that way that made his heart swell and his cock jerk with excitement.

"Race, no," he protested, half-heartedly. "Another agent could be coming in to show the place!"

"Think of the surprise," Race whispered, fingers busying themselves undoing Laird's shirt. "And the thought of getting caught?"

"Turns me on."

"Now, Mr Anatolis. I am a big believer in

perfecting the art of the quickie."

Laird couldn't help the laughter rippling from his body. Shaking his head, he eased up a little so Race could get his shirt off. Slowly, Race slid to his knees and Laird watched with baited breath as Race's mouth moved closer and closer to his flesh. The cowboy roamed his body, leaving a hot, wet trail from his shoulder, down slightly then captured a nipple. As Race's tongue flowed over the tender bud, Laird wrapped his legs around Race's back, tossed his head back, and moaned. The heat surging up his spine sent Race's name tumbling from his lips, especially after Race moved across to the next nipple before drifting downward to plunge his tongue into Laird's belly button.

He felt Race's hands against his zipper and though a faint voice told him they should stop, he buried his fingers into Race's long hair and guided Race's mouth to his exposed dick. With his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, Laird watched, breathing stopped, as Race inched closer and closer. When the head was engulfed in his lover's mouth, Laird pushed down against the back of Race's head, feeling every glorious bit of him slip between Race's beautiful lips. He could finally breathe again but now the air was pulled in when Race sucked him deep and pushed out when Race lifted his head. He'd thought he couldn't feel any better with Race—that the novelty would wear off once he'd had a taste of the delicious cowboy on his knees before him. But that was blown out of the water when Race released him and backed away to the far wall.

He slowly peeled his shirt off. To Laird's delight, Race caught his nipple rings between his fingers and tugged. The view of Race's muscular body, twitching with desire, and the way his head fell back, hair spilling over his shoulders, left Laird feeling like a runaway train. His heart raced. His cock pulsated with the beauty before him.

Laird instantly leaped from the window and crawled on hands and knees across the space, wanting to wrap his lips around those wonderfully tortured peaks. But Race stopped him by lifting a foot gently into Laird's chest. A smile passed Laird's lips as he struggled around the foot and gripped Race by the shoulder. Together the two men wrestled around on the dusty floor. At one point Race had Laird pinned.

"Come on, Laird," Race growled, leaning in to bite Laird on the shoulder. "How badly do you want it?"

Laird's only reply was a grunt as he lurched upward.

Race pinned him again, slid up his body, and pressed a pierced nipple into Laird's mouth. But before Laird could pick up suction, Race pulled away.

This time Laird shoved upward and rolled them

over, dust swirling lightly around them. He didn't care. He simply grabbed Race's shoulder, hefted him onto the floor, and took his pleasure; feeling those sterling silver sticks swirl over his tongue followed by the hard hotness of the nipple.

"Laird!" Race shouted. "Shit."

"Does that answer your question?"

"I can't—damn—remember what my question was."

Laird laughed and moved his mouth to the other

nipple, relishing the cold metal in his hot mouth. He sucked on his lover's nipples, locking his teeth over the nipple rings and tugging.

* * * *

Race could feel each time his eyes rolled into his

head. He knew if he didn't hurry, he'd make a mess in his pants. "Laird you're going to make…" his words trailed off into a groan. Even as his mind left his body to deal with the bliss, he fought with the front of his pants to get his penis out. It was as if Laird could read his mind for his lover eased back while sucking on a finger. The wet finger was used to impale