Love Lies Bleeding, Remmy Duchene [moboreader .TXT] 📗

Leo groaned and pressed his hands behind his back. Weeks of pent-up frustration peaked within him. By the time the song finished, Anderson was fully naked and climbing over him. He allowed his lover to ease him back into the bed and kneel astride him. His cock lodged itself against Anderson's ass crack and he pushed his hips upward.

"We're going to make up for lost time," Anderson spoke huskily.

His mouth closed over Leo's nipple, causing him to cry out. He grabbed the sheets by his side, tightened his fist, and lifted his chest. Biting his lower lip, he pressed his eyes closed, trying desperately to hold onto the little control he had left. This was sheer, sweet torture. Every inch of his body shivered beneath Anderson's tongue.

They rolled against the bed, Leo trying to hold Anderson down and take what he wanted. Anderson smirked and pushed against Leo's chest. He landed on his back and laughed softly before lurching upward to bite Anderson's left nipple.

"Damn, baby!" Anderson called.

His moment of weakness gave Leo the upper hand he needed to pin Anderson to the bed on his stomach. "Lube?"

Anderson pointed and Leo got to work.

When he was finally slick and buried deeply in Anderson's ass, he had to stop and hold his breath for a moment or he'd come. Anderson was so tight it felt as though his dick was caught in a vise. He caressed a hand up Anderson's back to his shoulder, braced himself then rolled his hips slowly.

Anderson groaned.

"Push it back on me," Leo spoke vulgarly. "Give me that ass."

To his pleasure, Anderson slid his knees up sending his ass in the air. He smiled, pushed to his tip toes and sank deep. "Oh, that's it."

Leo was still not satisfied. Though he was balls deep in the only ass he'd ever wanted to possess, he just couldn't soothe the insatiable ache within him. Bowing forward, he kissed Anderson's back. "Fuck me."

"Leo…"

"Are you saying no?" Leo slowed his hips, withdrew until only the tip was still in Anderson then drove his hips forward with full force.

"Oh!"

"What was that, Andy baby?" He gyrated his hips, grinding slow. "Was that a no?"

"No! I'm going to come! Drill me!"

Bracing his palms against Anderson's back, pressing him into the bed, Leo drove into his lover. Over and over he felt his thighs connecting with Anderson. When Anderson went stiff, he pulled back slightly and groaned as Anderson's ass clamped down tighter on him. His eyes rolled into his head. His knees trembled and he slumped forward as his body gave out to the perfection that was Anderson.

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Coming after so long was blissful. It was even better with Leo shooting inside the condom in him. But Anderson wasn't finished. The moment he felt as if he could move, he eased his ass from Leo's cock and rolled over. Scooting up, he pressed his back to the head board, reached for the tube of lube and a condom. He touched himself, stroking his cock with one hand and pinching at his nipples with the other. Leo was watching him with that cool stare he always used when he was contemplating mauling Anderson. Licking his lips, Anderson closed his eyes and released himself to the sensations floating through him.

"You want it?" Anderson asked.

Leo nodded.

Anderson dressed himself then added lube. He held the base of this dick and smiled. "Sit on it."

Leo climbed to the bed. He towered beautifully over Anderson, who watched this delicious ass backing toward him. Instead of sitting on his dick like he wanted, Leo shoved his ass into Anderson's face and swayed slightly. Taking a hint, he pierced Leo's hole with his tongue, sinking it as deep as he could before pulling it out and licking. He enjoyed himself feasting on the hole before him and listening to Leo squirm and grunt. There was something so damn sexy about a muscular man who could kick your ass making such dangerous sounds.

"Oh shit, baby!" Leo called out before slipping to his knees panting.

"That's what you get for making a detour," Anderson smiled.

He was eating his words then, for Leo paid him back by impaling himself on him. Anderson held his breath. If he exhaled, he would come too fast. Leo wasn't as patient. He began riding Anderson, slowly at first then as if his life depended on it. He knew Leo was jerking himself and though he wanted to watch Leo make himself orgasm, he simply gripped Leo's hips, eased him forward, and pulled to his knees. Slamming into his lover, Anderson closed his eyes. The sounds Leo made and the tightness of his ass washed over him. The taste of Leo's ass was still fresh on his lips so he licked them and lost his mind.

"I love you, Anderson!" Leo called, voice raspy from desire. "I love you so much!"

His words were like the biggest aphrodisiac to Anderson. Every syllable turned him on even more, especially the word love.

Dragging his nails down Leo's back, he fucked him mindlessly until all he could feel, taste, or even smell was Leo. The scent of their sweat-covered skin, of raw man-love, filled the room and overpowered him. He wrapped an arm around Leo's stomach and pulled him up. When their bodies smashed together—back against front—Anderson grazed Leo's ear with his teeth and climaxed.

Leo pulled his body away then faced Anderson. With a kiss to the nose, Anderson pulled Leo into his body, lifting a leg over Leo's hips. He fused his lips to Leo's, sucking at his tongue and moaning. To heighten his pleasure, Leo came then, pressing hot, thick cum between both their bodies.

"I love you too—I didn't ask for you, Leo. But I am so damn glad I got you."

Still panting and shaking, Leo kissed Anderson chin. "Oh, you've got me, Anderson—all of me."

The End

About the Author

A Jamaican, living and working in Canada, Remmy Duchene spends too much time watching baseball