When the Dead Speak, Bailey Bradford [new ebook reader .TXT] 📗

cuffs biting hard into Laine’s wrists, his lover straining as he writhed on the bed. Sev pulled off Laine’s cock with a lascivious slurping sound, releasing his grasp with his hands as well.

“Laine, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Sev’s stomach pitched as he saw the deep red marks on his lover’s wrists. He’d intended to play, not hurt the man! “Let me get the key before—”

“No!” Laine’s harsh command stopped Sev before he got off the bed. “You fucking finish this, Sev. Now!”

“But—” Sev shut up when he flicked a glance at Laine. There was no sign of pain, only the same clawing need that Sev felt. The fact that Laine had just snatched back the control with his snarled demand didn’t bother Sev once he saw that Laine was hurting in the best way possible. Sev reached across to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and a condom. He popped the top open on the lube and slicked a light coating over Laine’s cock before ripping open the condom package and rolling it down the hard length. Another dollop of lube, spread over the condom, then Sev coated the fingers of both hands. One trailed down, over Laine’s balls and lower still until he traced the wrinkled ring of Laine’s hole.

He checked and saw Laine sucking on his lower lip, the flush still high on his chest and cheeks. Sev teased the puckered opening, pressing and rubbing until the tip of his finger slipped in. Laine drew his legs up, bending them at the knee until his heels rested by his ass cheeks. Taking the move for the request that it was, Sev spread his own knees and reached behind himself, working two fingers into his hole as he penetrated Laine deeper with his other hand.

The sounds coming from Laine were twisting Sev’s guts with the need to fuck. The tight clench of Laine’s ring around his finger was stealing Sev’s ability to think. Sev pumped his fingers into his own ass as he carefully pushed another digit into Laine. The resultant yell from Laine as well as an ominous popping sound from the headboard told Sev it was enough, yet not. He slipped his fingers free from Laine first, then himself, and pushed Laine’s legs down.

“Sev, please…” God, could Laine’s voice sound any rawer?

“Just sit back, I’ve got you.” Sev lined Laine’s cock up to his hole and bore down, his back arching as he took the big cock into his ass. Sev ran his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples, knowing the image would drive Laine wild, shatter his control, and that was what Sev wanted.

Knees spread, Sev rode Laine slowly, his inner muscles clamping down, trying to keep Laine’s thick length buried deep inside. Pleasure coursed from Sev’s channel to his balls, then coiled in his stomach as he slid back down, the crinkly hairs surrounding Laine’s cock rubbing against Sev’s ass. He kept the rhythm deep and easy, almost rocking until Laine whimpered. The sound shot straight to Sev’s dick, which spurted out a warning.

“Now.” Sev arched his neck, pushing down to take that big cock inside again.

“Yesss.” Laine hissed the word as Sev’s ass swallowed Laine’s dick. Laine pulled against the cuffs, his own neck arching until only his shoulders and the crown of his head rested on the pillows. “Sev, God, please…”

Sev hadn’t known how much he wanted to hear Laine beg until it happened. With a throaty groan, he fell forward, arms braced on Laine’s shoulders, and began riding his lover hard and fast. Sweat slicked their skin, making for a slippery ride as Sev’s hands lost their grip more than once. Laine bent his legs, the position providing him with the ability to thrust harder. Sev’s eyes rolled back in his head as Laine’s hip bones slammed against Sev’s ass, driving Laine’s cock in deep. It was unlike anything he’d ever imagined, raw and rough—and perfect.

Thighs burning from the strain, Sev took Laine again and again, fueled by his lover’s coarse words and breaths, his own burning need. His passage rippled around Laine’s length, squeezing and clamping so tight Sev couldn’t move as cum spewed from his dick. The sight of the first creamy rope on Laine’s neck short-circuited Sev’s brain. All he could do was feel the pulsing in his ass, the swelling of Laine’s cock as his lover shouted, eyes wide instead of closing. Another burst of spunk hit Laine’s chest, an answering throb from Laine’s dick inside Sev, and Sev felt his vision dim. It seemed that he came and came, each jet of seed matched by the shaft in his body, and when it finally stopped, Sev found himself collapsed on Laine’s chest, his body trembling as he gasped for air.

The rattle of metal on wood registered in the recesses of Sev’s mind, and he pushed himself up on shaky arms. Laine’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving and his lips parted—

“Oh God. Laine, your wrists…” Sev was up and moving, at least having enough forethought to grab the base of the condom before he dismounted from Laine’s cock. He pulled the condom off, tied it and tossed it in the small trashcan by the dresser. Sev found the key for the cuffs and hurried back to the bed, his hands shaking when he saw the red marks on Laine’s wrists.

“Laine, I didn’t mean for you to be hurt. Fuck.” Sev’s throat tightened until the last word came out as a squeak. He unlocked the cuffs and reached for Laine’s arms and quickly found himself on his back, held tight as Laine stole whatever words Sev had intended to speak with a bruising kiss. Something hot and wet tickled his temples, but it wasn’t until Laine drew back and pressed soft kisses from the corners of his eyes, tracing the wet paths there, that Sev grasped what had happened. He squeezed his eyes shut, mortified at being such a pussy, wishing he’d never cuffed Laine in