What Remains, Bailey Bradford [classic romance novels .TXT] 📗

Sev’s words only added fuel to the flames of arousal burning through Laine’s core. He pushed back into each forceful thrust, reveling in the sensation of Sev’s thick cock filling him. Laine rocked forward then slammed back, chasing the climax tingling in his balls.

“Mmm, God, Laine,” Sev moaned. He moved, did something Laine couldn’t see, not with his eyes squinched shut. The next inward stroke brought the tip of Sev’s cock over Laine’s gland. Laine’s moan was torn from him, searing a path from his gut to his lips as nerve endings shot to life in his ass. The tingling in his balls spread to his dick, and up over his hole and ass, settling at the base of his spine.

Sev kept his cock angled just so, each thrust milking Laine’s gland, setting his mind spinning as the tingling sensation crawled up his spine. The repeated brushing of his prostate made the fucking one long climax. Near-constant ecstasy was riding him, a low, sweet hum that was escalating to a full-scale chorus.

Laine jerked one arm from under his head and reached for his dick. He didn’t start off gentle, not when his skin kept pricking with the promise of release. As Sev fucked him with all the force of a wild thing in rut, Laine jerked his cock, matching the rough thrusts that plowed his ass.

Sev’s hips snapped faster, harder. His moans and curses mixed with Laine’s in the air. Laine inhaled and let the scents of sex and sweat fill him. Sev’s rhythm stuttered, became more of a frantic attempt to bury his dick all the way to Laine’s chest. Laine flicked his thumb over his glans then slammed his hips back hard as he delved the tip of his nail into his slit.

A white-hot ball of ecstasy burst inside him as his balls drew tight. Sev’s shout was cut short as he rammed in one last time. The first jet of cum spewing into his ass sent Laine into orbit. He couldn’t do more than keen as spunk poured from his dick. Each pulsing release from Sev’s shaft was followed by an answering one from Laine’s. Sev whimpered when one last weak spurt trickled into Laine. He ground against Laine’s butt, the sharp blades of his hips likely bruising Laine’s flesh.

Laine didn’t give a damn. He wanted Sev’s marks, inside and out. A warm, tickly trail of cum leaked from his hole as Sev carefully pulled his softening cock free. Laine shifted, intending to swipe at the stuff but remembered his hand was covered in it as well. He wiped it on the blanket then started to reach for his inner thigh before he started squirming—it felt like a spider or some other creepy crawly making a path through his leg hair.

“Nuh uh,” Sev scolded in a rough voice. “I’ll get it.”

Laine pulled his hand back, then Sev threw his already sex-fried brain into a state of total confusion.

“Mmm,” Sev hummed against his skin. He lapped up the trickling cum, then licked the trail it had left.

Laine didn’t know whether to be horrified or horny when Sev’s tongue slicked over his asshole. “Sev?” If his voice quivered, well, who could blame him? He didn’t know what to make of this at all.

“It’s all right,” Sev said before driving a startled grunt from Laine by shoving his tongue inside Laine’s opening. All Laine could think was, Oh my god, that’s…so nasty it’s fucking making me hard again! And he decided he must have liked it more than not, what with the way he was pushing his butt up in a silent plea for more.

A lewd, and likely exaggerated, slurp from behind him had Laine opening his eyes and trying to crane his head around to see what Sev was doing. He finally gave up and flopped onto his side, his chest heaving as he looked at a very self-satisfied Sev.

Sev swiped a hand over his mouth but the smirk he’d been wearing stayed in place. “Always wanted to try that, but considering I don’t top, or didn’t until recently…” He shrugged, his cheeks darkening.

Laine furrowed his brow as a question prodded at him. “Is that… Do you want me to do that? Because I don’t know if I can.” It kind of made him feel queasy even if his dick did seem to like the idea.

“No, I don’t ever want you to do something that you don’t want.” But Sev averted his gaze. “It didn’t, um, I didn’t gross you out or anything, did I?”

As tempting as it was to lie, Laine wouldn’t, not to Sev. “Once my mind slammed back down to Earth, kind of, but…” Laine swallowed his embarrassment and pushed aside his prudish side which, luckily, didn’t come out very often. “I liked it. Just didn’t expect it, you know?”

Sev looked at him, studied Laine for a second or two, then beamed at Laine. “So, you wanna kiss me?” He puckered his lips and made smacking noises.

Laine wrinkled his nose. “Sure—right after you brush your teeth and gargle.”

Sev’s laughter chased off the last of the worry in his pale eyes. It also made Laine’s chest swell with the strength of his love for Sev.

It didn’t, however, make him any more amiable to a kiss just then. That would wait until Sev’s bathroom jaunt was over, then he’d go about showing Sev just how much his sexy little ass was loved.

Chapter Five

The weather had done another one-eighty by morning. The grass and truck windows were edged in glistening white frost, adding a layer of beauty to McKinton Sev had seldom seen. Not that he thought the town was horrifically ugly or anything. It was just a quaint little town, full of more good people than bad. But the summers were brutally hot, and they seared their miserably hellacious temperatures and droughts into Sev’s brain so that he was always startled to find winter approaching.

Sev watched people walking past the big window of