A Subtle Breeze, Bailey Bradford [year 2 reading books .txt] 📗

someone as amazing as you,” Brendon said as he lay down on the bed. He parted his legs, offering himself to Zeke.

“We have to talk about this low standard of amazing that you have,” Zeke teased. “Brendon, you are everything to me. I don’t think I’d be able to feel anything if you hadn’t come into my life.”

Brendon sighed happily and bent his legs, planting his heels against the mattress. “Why don’t we show each other how amazing we both are?”

Zeke didn’t need any more prompting. He got the lube and tossed it on the bed. Then he joined Brendon, and pulled the man into his arms.

Zeke started with kisses, building up the embers of desire between them until it was raging and they were trying to touch each other everywhere. He had to pull back for a second and breathe, then he was diving back in, plundering Brendon’s mouth as he rubbed at his nipples.

Brendon moaned and rutted against him. The wet, slippery tip of Brendon’s cock left sticky kisses of its own on Zeke’s skin.

Zeke trailed his lips over Brendon’s collarbone then down to his left nipple. He licked and bit at it until Brendon was squirming and begging for more. Then he moved to the other one and scraped it with his teeth.

Brendon clutched at him, vibrating with need, tossing his head and demanding that Zeke fuck him now!

Zeke lipped and tugged Brendon’s nipples for another minute or two, then he surged down and, with one hand on Brendon’s cock, guided it into his mouth.

“Zeke!” Brendon shouted, kicking the mattress as he bucked.

Zeke sucked Brendon’s shaft and fondled his balls. He rolled Brendon onto his back and took Brendon’s dick in deeper with every bob of his head.

Brendon keened and pulled at his hair. Zeke felt Brendon’s balls draw tight, the skin of his sac wrinkling up. He left off sucking Brendon’s length and maneuvered Brendon onto his side once more, this time with Zeke behind him. Zeke found the lube and coated his cock and two fingers. He pushed those digits into Brendon’s hole slowly, biting gently at Brendon’s nape while doing so.

Brendon’s ring clenched around Zeke’s fingers. His soft, hot inner walls rippled and clamped down as Zeke stroked them.

“Zeke, I need,” Brendon panted.

Zeke added a little suction to his bite, and Brendon jolted, inside and out.

Zeke pumped his fingers in deeper, harder, and curled them so that he rubbed the tips over Brendon’s gland.

“God,” Brendon rasped, arching his neck and back.

Zeke sucked up a dark purple mark while he fingered Brendon, and when he felt that Brendon was ready, Zeke withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock. He clamped a hand around Brendon’s hip, and growled when he thrust in, not stopping until his balls were pressed against Brendon’s.

Brendon whimpered and hitched his leg up, opening his ass more to Zeke.

Zeke took it for the offering it was. He held Brendon firmly in place and began to drive in and out of his tight ass.

Brendon rocked back as much as he could, but Zeke was commanding every movement. There was a roaring in his head, a buildup of ecstasy that made his pulse pound and his vision haze.

Zeke took over holding onto Brendon’s leg, feeling his climax rapidly approaching.

Brendon reached for his own cock. “Zeke, Zeke,” he repeated over and over, until finally he shouted wordlessly, his entire body going tense, his ass especially, the grip there so tight Zeke had to cease thrusting and give in to the orgasm demanding its release.

The blissful sensations washed over Zeke and kept him a willing prisoner as he jetted cum into Brendon.

Eventually, Zeke became aware of the ebb of pleasure and the rising need for sleep. “Jesus, Bren,” he whispered, pulling Brendon closer to him.

Brendon grunted, then wiggled.

Zeke’s cock slipped from his ass, and Brendon rolled over to face him.

There was no need for words. Zeke saw the love shining in Brendon’s eyes, and knew Brendon could read the same emotion in his.

It was a perfect moment, capping a perfect night, with the perfect man. Zeke snuggled up to Brendon, and let himself drift to sleep, holding his love in his arms.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

“Wow, I don’t know about this,” Troy muttered, looking out of the passenger side window. There were freakin’ mountains. They made Troy feel small and he didn’t like that at all.

“I think it’s beautiful,” Will said, leaning against Troy. Will, lithe guy that he was, always sat in the middle of the truck’s bench seat. Will loved being in the middle, whereas Troy only loved it in certain situations—like when he, Will, and Carlos were all naked and fucking like bunnies. Troy pulled his gaze away from the intimidating ginormous mounds and cast it towards the stoic, chiselled cowboy driving so competently.

Carlos could be a mountain, Troy decided. Their mountain, his and Will’s. It had taken Troy a while but he’d come to believe he could depend on Carlos—and Will. Sometimes he thought he was the weak link in their relationship, but he tried not to let his insecurities get the best of him.

“I missed this when we were in Texas,” Will continued, and he began to stroke Troy’s thigh, just teasing at the inside seam of his jeans. “South Texas is so damn flat, and dry, God, it’s awful. Nice people though.” Will shifted and nipped Troy’s jaw, drawing every bit of Troy’s attention then. Will’s eyes gleamed with the knowledge that he’d just made Troy’s dick so hard he was surprised it didn’t drill right through his jeans. Troy knew Will’s expressions better than he knew his own.

“Sexy men,” Will added, dragging fingers across Troy’s rigid length.

“You two gonna put on a show, I might just have to pull over,” Carlos rumbled, and Troy’s dick got just that much harder. Carlos was still looking straight ahead, watching the road, as far as Troy could tell. He