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Authors: Jamie Craig
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to the tree limb, winding it around his hand in order to have something to better hold onto. It forced his body to stretch even more, finding new patches of skin to rub against the rough bark. “What happened to wanting to hear me beg?”
“I will hear you beg before we part ways.” His teeth closed over the tendon in Leon's neck as he slid his fingers from Leon's body. The head of Grady's cock, sticky with pre-come, dragged down his ass to press at his hole. “One way or the other.”
“Never.” He would deny even more, but Thomas was gnawing at his neck like he wanted to eat him alive, each bite sending a fresh array of goose bumps down Leon's exposed skin. Reaching around, he bypassed Grady's cock to go straight for his balls, cupping and squeezing with the same sort of force Thomas exerted on his erection. “Now fuck me before we both explode.”
“You will,” Thomas said, pushing the head of his cock into Leon.
He wanted to deny Thomas again, to insist that it would never happen, but for the moment, he couldn't speak. He squeezed Grady's balls, his fingers tightening with every slow, unbelievable inch. He pulled harder on the rope, rising off his heels as Thomas continued stretching him. When Thomas finally stopped, Leon's flesh burned.
He panted for breath, and when that wasn't enough, tipped back his head until it rested against Grady's shoulder. It cleared his throat, but only for a few seconds before Thomas reached up and caressed the sinew almost gently. Each brush was hotter than the last. He didn't know what to do with it, how to respond, whether he could relax or force him to do more.
The choice was taken away from him when Thomas shoved him forward, using his hips and the thick length buried inside his ass, to grind his cock into the tree.
Leon screamed. Fire laced through him, but it must have been all Thomas was waiting for because he chose that moment to start moving.
Leon knew Thomas was capable of being slow and thorough, but Thomas apparently wasn't interested in either at that moment. Once he began, he snapped his hips in a sharp rhythm, barely leaving Leon's body before filling him again. He pulled on Leon's length, his palm traveling from the base to his tip, with each stroke. His mouth never left Leon's neck, and he could almost imagine the blossoming bruises on the sensitive skin below his ear, and beneath his hairline, and on his nape. Even on his shoulder, and the side of his throat.
He didn't bother holding back. He rode Grady's cock as much as his limited mobility allowed, relishing the sting of skin slapping against skin with every stroke. Sounds escaped his mouth—moans, whimpers, words—but the only indication he had that they meant anything at all to Thomas was the growing ferocity of his thrusts. The man moved as if he wanted to crawl into Leon's body and never come out. Frankly, Leon thought he could spend hours with Thomas buried inside him. For a brief, vivid, shattering moment, he wondered what it would be like to fall asleep like that.
Too good. That's what it would be like. He thought he might even be willing to consider begging if he could experience it, just once.
Thomas covered Leon's bound hand with his, entwining their fingers as he continued his harsh speed. At that point, Leon was thankful for the rope, because he didn't know how either of them would remain standing without it. It cut into his skin, rubbing his wrist raw, but each time the rough rope scraped against him, it sent a jolt straight to his cock, and he flexed, his body tightening around Thomas. Thomas moaned in response, his breath coming in hot, deep gasps.
Leon's hole burned. Everything about him burned. Eyes, skin, cock. The world swam around him, but all Leon knew was the man at his back, the teeth savaging his neck, the drives ravaging him elsewhere. An unyielding grip stripped his erection, angling it every other time to drag the sensitive head across the harsh tree bark.
But it was when
“I will hear you beg before we part ways.” His teeth closed over the tendon in Leon's neck as he slid his fingers from Leon's body. The head of Grady's cock, sticky with pre-come, dragged down his ass to press at his hole. “One way or the other.”
“Never.” He would deny even more, but Thomas was gnawing at his neck like he wanted to eat him alive, each bite sending a fresh array of goose bumps down Leon's exposed skin. Reaching around, he bypassed Grady's cock to go straight for his balls, cupping and squeezing with the same sort of force Thomas exerted on his erection. “Now fuck me before we both explode.”
“You will,” Thomas said, pushing the head of his cock into Leon.
He wanted to deny Thomas again, to insist that it would never happen, but for the moment, he couldn't speak. He squeezed Grady's balls, his fingers tightening with every slow, unbelievable inch. He pulled harder on the rope, rising off his heels as Thomas continued stretching him. When Thomas finally stopped, Leon's flesh burned.
He panted for breath, and when that wasn't enough, tipped back his head until it rested against Grady's shoulder. It cleared his throat, but only for a few seconds before Thomas reached up and caressed the sinew almost gently. Each brush was hotter than the last. He didn't know what to do with it, how to respond, whether he could relax or force him to do more.
The choice was taken away from him when Thomas shoved him forward, using his hips and the thick length buried inside his ass, to grind his cock into the tree.
Leon screamed. Fire laced through him, but it must have been all Thomas was waiting for because he chose that moment to start moving.
Leon knew Thomas was capable of being slow and thorough, but Thomas apparently wasn't interested in either at that moment. Once he began, he snapped his hips in a sharp rhythm, barely leaving Leon's body before filling him again. He pulled on Leon's length, his palm traveling from the base to his tip, with each stroke. His mouth never left Leon's neck, and he could almost imagine the blossoming bruises on the sensitive skin below his ear, and beneath his hairline, and on his nape. Even on his shoulder, and the side of his throat.
He didn't bother holding back. He rode Grady's cock as much as his limited mobility allowed, relishing the sting of skin slapping against skin with every stroke. Sounds escaped his mouth—moans, whimpers, words—but the only indication he had that they meant anything at all to Thomas was the growing ferocity of his thrusts. The man moved as if he wanted to crawl into Leon's body and never come out. Frankly, Leon thought he could spend hours with Thomas buried inside him. For a brief, vivid, shattering moment, he wondered what it would be like to fall asleep like that.
Too good. That's what it would be like. He thought he might even be willing to consider begging if he could experience it, just once.
Thomas covered Leon's bound hand with his, entwining their fingers as he continued his harsh speed. At that point, Leon was thankful for the rope, because he didn't know how either of them would remain standing without it. It cut into his skin, rubbing his wrist raw, but each time the rough rope scraped against him, it sent a jolt straight to his cock, and he flexed, his body tightening around Thomas. Thomas moaned in response, his breath coming in hot, deep gasps.
Leon's hole burned. Everything about him burned. Eyes, skin, cock. The world swam around him, but all Leon knew was the man at his back, the teeth savaging his neck, the drives ravaging him elsewhere. An unyielding grip stripped his erection, angling it every other time to drag the sensitive head across the harsh tree bark.
But it was when
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