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bobbing in front of him.
“You’ll be ready, baby. Get in the middle of the bed.” Chance stroked himself while Rory watched enviously. He sat up and slapped Chance’s hand away.
“I’ve been waiting to get my hands, and other parts, on that for a while now. I have dibs.” Rory flopped back onto the bed as Chance burst out laughing.
“You have dibs? Dibs ?” Chance started laughing harder, but he left his cock alone as he crawled onto the bed. “All right, it’s all yours, what with you laying first claim and all.”
The teasing smile on Chance’s full lips was too much to resist. Rory leaned up and licked until the other man opened for him, sucking on Rory’s tongue like he’d sucked another part of Rory earlier.
He groaned and pulled Chance down on top of him, needing skin-to-skin contact. The man felt too right laying on top, pressing against Rory’s body. Chance ran his hands down Rory’s arms, clasping his wrists tightly and bringing Rory’s hands up to the slatted headboard.
“Hold on like your life depended on it, baby.” Rory’s fingers reflexively clutched at the slats before he realised it.
“Wait. I want to touch you—” Chance shook his head.
“I’m too close, want you too much and waited too long. After, okay? Because if you touch me now, I’m gonna come and I want in you before that happens.” Chance stared at him, suddenly so serious that Rory felt a moment of fear. Not for his safety, but at whatever words were fixing to be spoken. Chance shook his head.
“None of that. There isn’t anything wrong. Just…I figured maybe you should know I’ve never had sex without a condom before.” A flush swept over Chance’s cheeks. “Probably won’t last long, not with how bad I want you and not wearing… Damn it!”
Rory would have replied and told Chance this was a first for him, too, but the man was fast. His lips latched on to Rory’s right nipple ring and tugged while he used his hand to do the same to the other nipple, and Rory went wild.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
46
He hadn’t had a lover since he’d got them and hadn’t had any idea how much better it would feel for someone other than himself to toy with the hoops. Rory white-knuckled the headboard and tried not to buck too hard and dislodge Chance. He couldn’t keep still no matter how hard he tried—his body was squirming and rubbing, trying to get more of the sensual torment Chance was dishing out.
“Shit! Please, Ch…Chance, please!” Rory didn’t even know what he was begging for—
he didn’t want the man to stop what he was doing, but he needed more. Chance’s words were true for him as well—he’d wanted Chance so badly for so long, he couldn’t take much more. Jesus, the need was so bad he could feel tears of frustration pricking at his eyes. Rory squeezed them shut. He wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t fear he’d do something stupid, something that would make Chance think of him as being too young again.
Chance slid down his body, tonguing his way through the near-white hair that ran down the centre of Rory’s belly. Closing his eyes seemed to magnify each touch, each lick against his skin to the point that Rory was afraid he would come and embarrass himself. He started to let go of the slats and reach for his balls. Chance’s growl of displeasure vibrated up Rory’s body and had him reaching for the headboard once again.
“Don’t want to come yet, not yet.” Rory tossed his head, trying to fight the need building inside him as Chance’s chuckle sent sparks straight to the kill zone. Oh, God, he was going to make a fool of himself!
“Don’t. Don’t fight it. You don’t know how fucking sexy you are, burning under my touch. You don’t know what it does to me to see you, feel you so responsive. You’re fucking beautiful, baby, don’t ever think different.”
Rory couldn’t speak to argue, couldn’t do anything except scream out his release as Chance
“You’ll be ready, baby. Get in the middle of the bed.” Chance stroked himself while Rory watched enviously. He sat up and slapped Chance’s hand away.
“I’ve been waiting to get my hands, and other parts, on that for a while now. I have dibs.” Rory flopped back onto the bed as Chance burst out laughing.
“You have dibs? Dibs ?” Chance started laughing harder, but he left his cock alone as he crawled onto the bed. “All right, it’s all yours, what with you laying first claim and all.”
The teasing smile on Chance’s full lips was too much to resist. Rory leaned up and licked until the other man opened for him, sucking on Rory’s tongue like he’d sucked another part of Rory earlier.
He groaned and pulled Chance down on top of him, needing skin-to-skin contact. The man felt too right laying on top, pressing against Rory’s body. Chance ran his hands down Rory’s arms, clasping his wrists tightly and bringing Rory’s hands up to the slatted headboard.
“Hold on like your life depended on it, baby.” Rory’s fingers reflexively clutched at the slats before he realised it.
“Wait. I want to touch you—” Chance shook his head.
“I’m too close, want you too much and waited too long. After, okay? Because if you touch me now, I’m gonna come and I want in you before that happens.” Chance stared at him, suddenly so serious that Rory felt a moment of fear. Not for his safety, but at whatever words were fixing to be spoken. Chance shook his head.
“None of that. There isn’t anything wrong. Just…I figured maybe you should know I’ve never had sex without a condom before.” A flush swept over Chance’s cheeks. “Probably won’t last long, not with how bad I want you and not wearing… Damn it!”
Rory would have replied and told Chance this was a first for him, too, but the man was fast. His lips latched on to Rory’s right nipple ring and tugged while he used his hand to do the same to the other nipple, and Rory went wild.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
46
He hadn’t had a lover since he’d got them and hadn’t had any idea how much better it would feel for someone other than himself to toy with the hoops. Rory white-knuckled the headboard and tried not to buck too hard and dislodge Chance. He couldn’t keep still no matter how hard he tried—his body was squirming and rubbing, trying to get more of the sensual torment Chance was dishing out.
“Shit! Please, Ch…Chance, please!” Rory didn’t even know what he was begging for—
he didn’t want the man to stop what he was doing, but he needed more. Chance’s words were true for him as well—he’d wanted Chance so badly for so long, he couldn’t take much more. Jesus, the need was so bad he could feel tears of frustration pricking at his eyes. Rory squeezed them shut. He wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t fear he’d do something stupid, something that would make Chance think of him as being too young again.
Chance slid down his body, tonguing his way through the near-white hair that ran down the centre of Rory’s belly. Closing his eyes seemed to magnify each touch, each lick against his skin to the point that Rory was afraid he would come and embarrass himself. He started to let go of the slats and reach for his balls. Chance’s growl of displeasure vibrated up Rory’s body and had him reaching for the headboard once again.
“Don’t want to come yet, not yet.” Rory tossed his head, trying to fight the need building inside him as Chance’s chuckle sent sparks straight to the kill zone. Oh, God, he was going to make a fool of himself!
“Don’t. Don’t fight it. You don’t know how fucking sexy you are, burning under my touch. You don’t know what it does to me to see you, feel you so responsive. You’re fucking beautiful, baby, don’t ever think different.”
Rory couldn’t speak to argue, couldn’t do anything except scream out his release as Chance
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