All of the Voices, Bailey Bradford [e novels to read .TXT] 📗

“Put your hands right here.” Carlin took Matt’s hands and guided them to the small of his back. “Feel free to reach lower and grab at any time.”

Carlin linked his hands together behind Matt’s head and Matt had a second to panic, to wonder if he was going to fall for the wrong man again, then Carlin’s sweet lips were on his. Matt groaned as he sank his tongue into Carlin’s mouth, twining his tongue with Carlin’s. He couldn’t help but pull the smaller man closer, bringing their chests together, and grinding Carlin’s ass onto his groin.

He wasn’t aware of moving his hands, but the denim clad globes he was cupping fit his palms perfectly. Matt squeezed the taut flesh and was rewarded with a whimper from Carlin, which Matt swallowed and claimed. Carlin wriggled against him, and Matt dimly realized Carlin was thrusting against him, shoving his hard dick against Matt’s stomach.

This wasn’t an act of sympathy or pity, not with the way Carlin was all over him, his sharp teeth nipping at Matt’s lips, his hands sliding from Matt’s neck to his shoulders then back up again. Carlin wanted him, was even now trying to get closer as if he wanted to melt into Matt.

The knowledge incinerated Matt. He quit thinking and lost himself in the other man, drinking in Carlin’s moans and whimpers, the feel of the man’s ass in his hands, the scent of wood and citrus, and under it, soap and sweat. Carlin shoved his hand between them and fumbled with Matt’s belt and Matt didn’t want to stop him, wanted whatever Carlin would give him.

“You never had a man suck you off,” Carlin whispered against Matt’s lips. “That’s a shame, but I’m going to fix it right now. Give you a better blow job than Rich or Deputy Dumb Shit ever could have.”

Carlin sat up and opened the door as Matt tried to keep from coming then and there. “Yes, please.” God, but he wanted to see those full lips stretched around his dick, if he could just hold on long enough to do it.

Carlin got out of the cruiser and tugged at Matt’s arm. “You want to stand up or lean back toward the passenger seat with your legs out here?”

Matt shifted around in the seat even as he finished unbuckling his belt. There was no way he’d be able to stand up right now, not when he was trembling with need and anticipation.

Carlin smiled and reached for Matt’s waistband. Matt propped himself on his elbows and moaned when Carlin unfastened his pants. In short order, Matt was lifting his hips so Carlin could pull Matt’s cock free, then Carlin knelt and ran his thumb over Matt’s leaking slit.

“Those other guys were fools, turning down a big dick like this.” Then Carlin looked at him and licked the pre-cum off his thumb, and Matt whimpered, something he’d never thought he’d do and would be plenty embarrassed about later.

“You taste so good,” Carlin purred as his lids lowered. “Fuck, Matt, I’ve never been the biggest cum-slut, but I could drink yours every day for the rest of my life.”

“I would—” Matt gasped as Carlin bent down and swallowed half his cock. Carlin slipped one hand under Matt’s shirt and cupped Matt’s balls with the other, and Matt made a sound without words that meant I’d be happy to let you do it every day for the rest of my life and Please, oh my fucking God, don’t stop!

Carlin had received more blow jobs than he’d ever be able to remember, but he did remember the excellent ones and so he applied those techniques as he sucked down Matt’s cock. Thick, long and heavily veined, topped with a broad crown and a narrow slit, it really was the most perfect penis he’d ever seen or sucked. And he’d dearly love to feel it splitting his ass wide open.

He tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves below Matt’s cockhead and was rewarded with a grunt and two big hands fisting in his hair. Yes! Fuck my mouth, Matt, do it! All the control Carlin insisted on having during sex was absent. He wanted Matt to plunge into his mouth, fuck into his throat, take the release the man so clearly needed.

And Carlin wanted to wipe the memories of those other two idiots from Matt’s mind, but he didn’t care to examine wide. Instead he hummed around the thick stalk in his mouth and tugged at the fur on Matt’s balls. Matt bellowed and gave Carlin what he wanted, shoving his dick into Carlin’s mouth and throat, bucking his hips erratically as Carlin swallowed around the fat cap.

Carlin sucked back up the length of Matt’s dick, tracing a vein with his tongue as he slid his other hand up Matt’s belly. He purred his approval of the thick treasure trail, then nearly lost his rhythm when he encountered the ridged scar on Matt’s stomach.

Matt stiffened for a moment, but Carlin kept his hand moving and delved his tongue into Matt’s slit, then Matt was gasping and pulling Carlin’s head down, filling his mouth and throat. He found the dense pelt of hair on Matt’s chest and wanted the man so bad he could have screamed.

“F-fuck, gonna…” Matt thrust hard and deep, and it was the best blow job Carlin had ever given, at least on his end. He pressed his palm against Matt’s balls and plucked at one of his nipples, and Matt’s cock spewed like a geyser into Carlin’s mouth. He swallowed the first creamy spurt, then let the second and third coat his tongue until another shot of cum made swallowing a necessity.

Matt groaned, his trim thighs quivering. Carlin glanced up and felt smug at the dazed look on Matt’s face. He laved Matt’s cock until he’d gotten every drop of spunk off it, then placed a kiss on the tip.

Now it was time to take care of his own dick