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Mickey’s wet skin as their dicks rubbed together. A groan collided against his companion’s tongue and pre-cum worked to the head of his aching cock.
Calloused fingers caressed the wet skin of his back then down to the flesh of his ass. The need for release increased and he slid a hand down Mickey’s shoulder, across his solid chest, until he reached the tip of his lover’s erection. With deliberate movements, he circled the hard, thick length and ran his hand lightly over the head then down to the base. The cowboy moaned against his tongue and squeezed the flesh gripped in his strong hands.
Brady broke the kiss but continued his hand movement. Wicked fingers slid lightly over his crack to his hole, and when the pad of his lover’s finger stroked and prodded the entrance, Brady tossed his head back with a groan.
In a swift move, Mickey released his ass and turned him around. Instinctively, Brady leaned his arms against the wall of the shower and arched his back. The feel of the cock pressing against him brought the images of Felicia to mind again. He moaned when the tip nudged him and teased the spot the pad of the finger had been only seconds ago.
Hot water cascaded around them in a teaming, erotic pulse as strong hands grasped his hips a second before Mickey’s raging hard -on penetrated the entrance in a single, glorious thrust.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned with pleasure.
One of the palms, gripping his waist, slid to wrap around Brady’s throbbing dick. Hell yeah. With a slow rock of his hips, Mickey withdrew then plunged in deep while his talented hand worked him up and down with firm, deliberate strokes. Brady was bliss. He and Mickey rarely disagreed, but when they did, the makeup sex was always hot and carnal.
His lover’s strong chest came flush against his back, and the velvety tip of a tongue caressed his ear as both shaft and hand picked up speed. “I do love you,” Mickey whispered in a hoarse voice.
Brady moaned, as his sac grew heavy. His mind drifted to Felicia and her soft curves. Visions of her naked body on the large bed filtered into his thoughts. Mickey hissed then growled. His momentum increased with every thrust and his body smacked hard against Brady.
“Imagine her sandwiched between us,” Mickey rasped , as if reading Brady’s wickedest desires. “Having both of our cocks buried deep inside her.” By the ragged hoarseness of his lover’s voice, he knew Mickey’s climax was as close as his own.
Brady threw his head back and his shoulder blades slammed against his lover. The vision was too much. Fire ripped down his spine in an explosion of heat and his dick pulsed.
“Oh! Fuck!” Mickey roared and buried himself to the hilt. Hot ribbons squirted deep inside Brady’s ass while his own release pumped out in scorching spurts to the tiled shower floor. He struggled to remain standing and forced his lungs to take in air.
Mickey’s hand slipped off Brady’s now oversensitive shaft and his spent body relaxed against him. That was insane. His lover’s short, ragged breaths echoed his own, but as incredible as sex was together, tonight had been different, more urgent and carnal—bordering on off the chart.
He finally got control over his breathing as Mickey slid out of him. Brady turned and leaned his back against the wall. He hoped they hadn’t made enough noise to wake Felicia. His thoughts shifted to the tired beauty. He could only imagined how the wedding plans, Paul’s infidelity, not to mention the pressure of her mother and her feelings for the two men she had thought out of her reach, must have weighed on her.
Mickey lightly kissed his lips, then eased back and met Brady’s gaze. “You and I are better than okay?”
“We are.” He meant the words, though deep in his heart there was still the hurt over Mickey never telling him about his night with Felicia. “I worry about the doll.”
“She’ll be okay.”
Fatigue worked down Brady’s neck and shoulders then
Calloused fingers caressed the wet skin of his back then down to the flesh of his ass. The need for release increased and he slid a hand down Mickey’s shoulder, across his solid chest, until he reached the tip of his lover’s erection. With deliberate movements, he circled the hard, thick length and ran his hand lightly over the head then down to the base. The cowboy moaned against his tongue and squeezed the flesh gripped in his strong hands.
Brady broke the kiss but continued his hand movement. Wicked fingers slid lightly over his crack to his hole, and when the pad of his lover’s finger stroked and prodded the entrance, Brady tossed his head back with a groan.
In a swift move, Mickey released his ass and turned him around. Instinctively, Brady leaned his arms against the wall of the shower and arched his back. The feel of the cock pressing against him brought the images of Felicia to mind again. He moaned when the tip nudged him and teased the spot the pad of the finger had been only seconds ago.
Hot water cascaded around them in a teaming, erotic pulse as strong hands grasped his hips a second before Mickey’s raging hard -on penetrated the entrance in a single, glorious thrust.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned with pleasure.
One of the palms, gripping his waist, slid to wrap around Brady’s throbbing dick. Hell yeah. With a slow rock of his hips, Mickey withdrew then plunged in deep while his talented hand worked him up and down with firm, deliberate strokes. Brady was bliss. He and Mickey rarely disagreed, but when they did, the makeup sex was always hot and carnal.
His lover’s strong chest came flush against his back, and the velvety tip of a tongue caressed his ear as both shaft and hand picked up speed. “I do love you,” Mickey whispered in a hoarse voice.
Brady moaned, as his sac grew heavy. His mind drifted to Felicia and her soft curves. Visions of her naked body on the large bed filtered into his thoughts. Mickey hissed then growled. His momentum increased with every thrust and his body smacked hard against Brady.
“Imagine her sandwiched between us,” Mickey rasped , as if reading Brady’s wickedest desires. “Having both of our cocks buried deep inside her.” By the ragged hoarseness of his lover’s voice, he knew Mickey’s climax was as close as his own.
Brady threw his head back and his shoulder blades slammed against his lover. The vision was too much. Fire ripped down his spine in an explosion of heat and his dick pulsed.
“Oh! Fuck!” Mickey roared and buried himself to the hilt. Hot ribbons squirted deep inside Brady’s ass while his own release pumped out in scorching spurts to the tiled shower floor. He struggled to remain standing and forced his lungs to take in air.
Mickey’s hand slipped off Brady’s now oversensitive shaft and his spent body relaxed against him. That was insane. His lover’s short, ragged breaths echoed his own, but as incredible as sex was together, tonight had been different, more urgent and carnal—bordering on off the chart.
He finally got control over his breathing as Mickey slid out of him. Brady turned and leaned his back against the wall. He hoped they hadn’t made enough noise to wake Felicia. His thoughts shifted to the tired beauty. He could only imagined how the wedding plans, Paul’s infidelity, not to mention the pressure of her mother and her feelings for the two men she had thought out of her reach, must have weighed on her.
Mickey lightly kissed his lips, then eased back and met Brady’s gaze. “You and I are better than okay?”
“We are.” He meant the words, though deep in his heart there was still the hurt over Mickey never telling him about his night with Felicia. “I worry about the doll.”
“She’ll be okay.”
Fatigue worked down Brady’s neck and shoulders then
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