Love in Xxchange: Miles to Go, Bailey Bradford [the reading strategies book txt] 📗

“Ohmyfuckinggod! Bo!” Max had never felt anything like that before. It was as if every nerve ending was supersensitised and swelling under an onslaught of ecstasy. His cock hadn’t even had the chance to fully soften, and as it slipped from Bo’s mouth, Bo rubbed at that spot deep inside Max again. Max clutched at the blanket as his head spun and his eyes rolled back.

Max panted and moaned as Bo went back to suckling at his balls. His legs fell open wider, and soon the tender skin on the insides of his thighs was licked and sucked. Max’s skin prickled and his thighs quivered as Bo sucked at one particularly sensitive spot. The scrape of teeth over it made Max’s eyes cross. There’d likely be a bruise there tomorrow. Max hoped so; he liked the idea of Bo marking him somewhere only the two of them would know.

Bo purred and nuzzled Max’s balls. “Love this, love the way you smell, the way you taste, the sounds you make, how your body responds just for me…”

Max’s body was responding, all right. He felt flushed from head to toe and his skin tingled and prickled with goose bumps. That finger working in and out of his opening was making him feel heated from the inside out, and every time Bo brushed over his gland, Max’s cock jerked and thumped his belly.

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“Look at you, giving yourself to me so beautifully. Nobody’s ever given me so much, Max, no one but you.”

Bo’s words were every bit as stimulating as his touch, and Max wanted to say

something back, tell Bo how much he loved him, how he’d do anything for the man, but Max’s tongue seemed thick, his mouth and throat dry as pleasure suffused his body. A bite to the underside of his thigh where ass and leg met had Max arching, fireworks exploding in his vision.

“Uuungh!” Blood rushed to Max’s shaft, bringing him to full, aching hardness. There was a burning sensation as another finger was pushed into his hole. Before Max could focus on the burn, Bo found that magic spot again and all Max could do was pant and moan and shove his ass towards those fingers. Max lost himself in the sensation of being filled. He forgot to be scared, forgot about pride, instead thrusting and pleading for moremoremorenow!

Bo’s fingers slid out of Max’s ass and Max started to protest. “I’ve got you, baby,” Bo murmured. “Need to get ready to take you.”

Max craned his neck and watched as Bo plucked up a condom. He opened the package and sheathed his cock quickly then pumped his length a few times. Max snarled with impatience as Bo popped open the lube and poured a dollop into his hand. Bo gave him an amused, needy look. “Trust me, you’ll be glad I spared a few seconds for the lube.”

Max opened his mouth to argue the point then thought better of it. As aroused as he was, now Bo’s fingers were out of him, Max could actually think. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing, because while he agreed with Bo, he was now feeling a bit of apprehension. Bo’s dick was a hell of a lot thicker and longer than two or three fingers. His worry must have been evident because Bo picked up on it immediately.

“It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” Bo said. “Can you scoot to the middle of the bed? Or, it’d be easier for you if you lay on your stomach or—”

“I’ll move,” Max interrupted. Being on his stomach might be easier, but he wanted to be able to see Bo this first—and maybe only—time. He positioned himself in the centre of the bed. It was hard for Max to spread his legs, knowing what was about to happen, but the memory of Bo’s fingers filling him and brushing over that spot was all the encouragement he needed. Max stuffed down his fear and spread his legs as wide as he could make himself.

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Bo crawled onto the bed and sat on his heels between Max’s thighs. He leant forward and grabbed a pillow. “Lift your hips.” Max did and Bo slid the pillow underneath him.

“Now, where were we? Oh yeah.”

Bo sprawled on top of Max and sought his lips. Max opened for his lover, spearing his tongue into Bo’s mouth as he grabbed a double handful of Bo’s ass. Bo moaned and bit at Max’s lips. He ground down and rubbed his sheathed dick alongside Max’s. The feel of that thick length on his had Max’s hole fluttering and he was ready to beg all over again.

“I know,” Bo whispered against Max’s lips. “Makes you ache so good, doesn’t it?”

Max nodded and shifted his legs. “Please, Bo…”

Bo kissed him again, sweet and possessive, then rose and nudged Max’s legs. He

helped Max hook them over Bo’s shoulders, then Bo was spreading his own legs and guiding his dick to Max’s ass. The first press of Bo’s fat crown against Max’s opening had Max trying to clench his body shut even as he yearned to feel Bo take him. Bo murmured softly and stroked Max’s thighs even as he forged forward. Bo’s cockhead plunged into Max’s opening, stretching the guardian muscle wide.

It burned all the way up Max’s rectum and Max gasped, thinking maybe he couldn’t do this after all. His muscles clenched before Max could stop them and Bo’s cock slid in deeper, chasing away the first burst of pain and filling Max with a strange sensation of being filled near to bursting. It didn’t hurt, exactly, and Max thought he might even come to like the feeling.

“You doing okay now?” Bo’s worried voice had Max opening eyes he hadn’t even been aware he’d closed.

Max put his hands on Bo’s where they gripped his thighs. “Doesn’t hurt much now, just feels…kinda weird. But