soon,” he soothed. “First I want to spend some time just loving you, slow and gentle and long, like I promised. Always keep my promises to you, baby. Always keep you."
Setting a steady pace, Bram drove into James again and again while he lavished kisses over every inch of skin and lips he could reach, sometimes deep and passionate, sometimes gentle, but always powerful in their intensity. His own need boiled up around him, but he forced it back, concentrating on James’ reactions, James’ needs, pushing him almost to his limits and then pulling him back for more.
By the time Bram knew he couldn't hold himself back much longer, James was writhing under him.
Hands now clenching Bram's shoulders instead of the sheets, James began to chant in time to Bram's long, deep thrusts. “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Have to. Bram! Have to!"
Bram pulled back far enough to watch James’ face twist, entranced by the way James’ small, pink tongue kept darting out to moisten the purple-mottled corner of his mouth as he panted.
Gazes suddenly locked together, Bram gave a shudder of his own when James declared, “Love you, love you so much. You always know what I need. Always know. Love you. Just you."
James closed the short distance between them and took Bram's mouth in an all-consuming kiss that sent shocks of sizzling heat and energy through every limb of Bram's body.
Engulfed by an internal fire, Bram plunged deeper, nudging James’ prostate and forcing the rim of muscle in his ass to stretch wide, knowing James liked the tiny burn. He fumbled for the dripping cock sliding between their plastered abdomens and jerked it twice. James cried out and arched up, momentarily frozen in place as his climax ripped loose and sprayed their chests.
"Ah, Christ, fuck! Love you, Jamie! Fuuuck!"
He pushed his cock through the viselike hold James’ ass had on his shaft and threw his head back, face contorted in a grimace of blinding pleasure. His cock pulsed and blew, orgasm explosive and draining.
Falling carefully to one side, Bram encircled James in his arms as he settled on his side, effortlessly tucking his lover's limp and pliant body into the protective curl of his own.
Raising his head from the cool surface of the pillow, Bram studied James’ face, pleased with the look of exhausted peace that had soothed the frown from James’ forehead and the tension from around those eyes and mouth. Bram kissed James, hard and fast.
"You okay, baby?"
Barely able to raise his eyelids, James whispered, “More than okay.” He grabbed sluggishly at Bram's wrist and Bram automatically pulled him closer. James closed his eyes, turned his face into Bram's chest and murmured, “I'm yours."
Giving James a squeeze that would have produced a protest from him if he had been awake, Bram pulled the comforter over them and turned off the bedside lamp. Once his hearing adjusted to the familiar sounds of the night outside his bedroom window, Bram barked out a chuckle and worked on blocking out the sudden sound of a very loud television set as it was turned on.
Chapter Five
Morning brought a fresh gust of autumn chill to the air. The first time James woke, the bedroom was still dark. The crisp tingle to the air in the old brick house sent a chill up his spine. He curled against the blazing furnace made of flesh at his side. Huddling closer, he practically crawled under Bram's skin, pressing the cool expanse of his bare back to the big man's unprotected and equally naked side.
His movement stirred the sleeping giant behind him. After a graceful shift and dip in the mattress that made James’ ass slide over a half-hard cock, a thick tree limb of an arm fell across his chest and moved down to wrap around his waist. A light snore ruffled his hair and the hot breath warmed the nape of his neck. Still mostly asleep, James sighed and burrowed closer. Warm and secure, he was back asleep in under twenty seconds.
The next time he woke, the room was filled with
Lesley Pearse
Taiyo Fujii
John D. MacDonald
Nick Quantrill
Elizabeth Finn
Steven Brust
Edward Carey
Morgan Llywelyn
Ingrid Reinke
Shelly Crane