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Authors: Marilu Mann
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smoothly shaven cheek and he knew he’d have some beard burn when they left this room.
Ramey smiled even as he nipped at Harte’s jaw again.
The kiss wasn’t unexpected at all. Ramey had been hoping for another one. Harte kept one hand on Ramey’s lower back, his other gripped the nape of Ramey’s neck, holding him right where he wanted him for this kiss. Ramey let his own hands wander, sliding around Harte’s back, up to his shoulders and then moving around between them to stroke Harte’s chest and pinch at his nipples. Harte made a rough sound in his throat and dove back in for another kiss.
This time when Harte let him up for air, Ramey stepped back. They were both breathing like they’d run a marathon. Harte’s eyes practically glowed and Ramey reached up and touched Harte’s lips, then his cheek, then his forehead. Harte’s eyes closed briefly as he tilted his head toward Ramey’s caress, then he snared Ramey with another smoldering look.
“How much longer can we count on being uninterrupted?”
“Probably another half hour. The crowd’s not that big tonight.” Ramey swallowed hard then stepped forward. “Do you want me, Sir?”
“Good God, yes. But what I want from you will take longer than thirty minutes, Ramey.”
“But thirty minutes is what we have, Sir. May I suggest we make the most of it?” Ramey dropped to one knee in front of Harte, his hands going immediately to Harte’s belt. He kept his gaze down until Harte cupped his chin and tilted his head up.
“Is this what you want, Ramey? I thought we’d talk first.”
“We can talk later.” Ramey succeeded in getting Harte’s belt undone and his jeans open.
The dark boxer briefs weren’t a surprise though Harte hadn’t worn anything under his leathers the other night. Ramey had just figured Harte for a boxer brief kind of guy. Leaning forward, he ran his open mouth over Harte’s cock, blowing warm air through the soft cotton fabric.
“Ah, sweet….suck it. Suck my cock.” Harte’s hands threaded through his hair and Ramey quickly pulled the briefs down so that Harte’s hard dick sprang free. Ramey didn’t waste time, but took Harte into his mouth and then deep throated him. Harte’s hips jerked convulsively and Ramey heard, “Fuck!” and then Harte was thrusting forward, fucking his mouth.
Ramey slid his hands around to Harte’s butt, shoving Harte’s clothes farther out of his way. He loved Harte’s smell, his taste and especially his cock. He could suck him for hours.
Harte pulled away much too soon, yanking Ramey to his feet and tugging at his clothes. “Off, now.”
Loving that he’d reduced Harte to one-syllable words, Ramey quickly stripped out of his faded jeans and slipped his feet out of his shoes before jerking his shirt off over his head. Before he could move closer again, Harte spun him around and pushed him toward one of the couches. Ramey started to kneel on the couch, presenting his ass to Harte, but couldn’t stop his gasp of surprise when Harte spun him around again.
A second push, this one to his chest, had Ramey landing breathlessly on the couch. Harte leaned over him, tonguing his nipple before sucking hard on Ramey’s chest. Ramey ran his hands over Harte’s short hair and down his neck, loving the feel of Harte’s teeth and tongue.
“Ahhh. That feels so good, Sir.”
“Master. You called me that last night. I like the sound of it.” Harte kissed him hard as he pinched Ramey’s neglected nipple.
“Yes, Master.” Ramey arched up into Harte’s mouth, then gasped again as Harte released his nipple with an audible pop and curled his fingers around Ramey’s throbbing cock.
“You’re damn good at sucking cock, sub, and I loved fucking that tight ass. Now I want to know how long you can keep from coming. If I suck your cock, if I lick your balls and ass, will you come, Ramey?”
“N-n-no, Master.” Ramey stuttered out an answer, his brain having gone completely numb with the
Ramey smiled even as he nipped at Harte’s jaw again.
The kiss wasn’t unexpected at all. Ramey had been hoping for another one. Harte kept one hand on Ramey’s lower back, his other gripped the nape of Ramey’s neck, holding him right where he wanted him for this kiss. Ramey let his own hands wander, sliding around Harte’s back, up to his shoulders and then moving around between them to stroke Harte’s chest and pinch at his nipples. Harte made a rough sound in his throat and dove back in for another kiss.
This time when Harte let him up for air, Ramey stepped back. They were both breathing like they’d run a marathon. Harte’s eyes practically glowed and Ramey reached up and touched Harte’s lips, then his cheek, then his forehead. Harte’s eyes closed briefly as he tilted his head toward Ramey’s caress, then he snared Ramey with another smoldering look.
“How much longer can we count on being uninterrupted?”
“Probably another half hour. The crowd’s not that big tonight.” Ramey swallowed hard then stepped forward. “Do you want me, Sir?”
“Good God, yes. But what I want from you will take longer than thirty minutes, Ramey.”
“But thirty minutes is what we have, Sir. May I suggest we make the most of it?” Ramey dropped to one knee in front of Harte, his hands going immediately to Harte’s belt. He kept his gaze down until Harte cupped his chin and tilted his head up.
“Is this what you want, Ramey? I thought we’d talk first.”
“We can talk later.” Ramey succeeded in getting Harte’s belt undone and his jeans open.
The dark boxer briefs weren’t a surprise though Harte hadn’t worn anything under his leathers the other night. Ramey had just figured Harte for a boxer brief kind of guy. Leaning forward, he ran his open mouth over Harte’s cock, blowing warm air through the soft cotton fabric.
“Ah, sweet….suck it. Suck my cock.” Harte’s hands threaded through his hair and Ramey quickly pulled the briefs down so that Harte’s hard dick sprang free. Ramey didn’t waste time, but took Harte into his mouth and then deep throated him. Harte’s hips jerked convulsively and Ramey heard, “Fuck!” and then Harte was thrusting forward, fucking his mouth.
Ramey slid his hands around to Harte’s butt, shoving Harte’s clothes farther out of his way. He loved Harte’s smell, his taste and especially his cock. He could suck him for hours.
Harte pulled away much too soon, yanking Ramey to his feet and tugging at his clothes. “Off, now.”
Loving that he’d reduced Harte to one-syllable words, Ramey quickly stripped out of his faded jeans and slipped his feet out of his shoes before jerking his shirt off over his head. Before he could move closer again, Harte spun him around and pushed him toward one of the couches. Ramey started to kneel on the couch, presenting his ass to Harte, but couldn’t stop his gasp of surprise when Harte spun him around again.
A second push, this one to his chest, had Ramey landing breathlessly on the couch. Harte leaned over him, tonguing his nipple before sucking hard on Ramey’s chest. Ramey ran his hands over Harte’s short hair and down his neck, loving the feel of Harte’s teeth and tongue.
“Ahhh. That feels so good, Sir.”
“Master. You called me that last night. I like the sound of it.” Harte kissed him hard as he pinched Ramey’s neglected nipple.
“Yes, Master.” Ramey arched up into Harte’s mouth, then gasped again as Harte released his nipple with an audible pop and curled his fingers around Ramey’s throbbing cock.
“You’re damn good at sucking cock, sub, and I loved fucking that tight ass. Now I want to know how long you can keep from coming. If I suck your cock, if I lick your balls and ass, will you come, Ramey?”
“N-n-no, Master.” Ramey stuttered out an answer, his brain having gone completely numb with the
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