Val whimpered and shoved back.
Dylan pushed him down. “Be still, baby. Gods, but you're so hot and sweet.” He dropped a kiss on Val's shoulder. “Inside you is like satin, so hot and tight around my cock. I love it. Can't wait to shoot my load in your ass."
"Do it,” Val groaned. “Come inside me. Let me come for you, come with you. I need it."
"Me too.” Dylan thrust deep, fucking Val's ass, taking them both to the edge with a series of fast, hard jabs. His rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic.
The sheet rubbed against Val's prick. Dylan's cock dragged over his gland. “Oh, God, gonna come. Can't wait."
"Come for me now.” Dylan shoved in deep, holding himself just there at the peak of his thrust as his cock throbbed, filling Val's ass with heat.
With a cry Val came, muscles clamping down, warm sticky come spilling from his trapped cock to puddle on the sheet beneath him.
Afterward they both lay still, gasping, Dylan still inside him. Back slick with sweat and front sticky with come, Val tried to catch his breath.
"I love you, my pretty Valentine.” Dylan kissed him softly, just a light brush of lips.
"I love you too, my Eros."
Laura Baumbach
Rough Ride
The world swirled, spinning out of control. James’ vision was filled with a dizzying, white blur dotted with occasional glimpses of Bram's laughing face and the dark outline of nearby trees that ringed the hilltop.
The early winter sun was just rising and its dim efforts put a warm, golden glow on the surrounding snow-covered woods and hillside. Barely sunrise on a Sunday morning, they were the only two people braving the cold and ice.
The glow spun and looped as James Justin was carried down a steep hard-packed slope at what he swore were speeds higher than his car ever achieved on the road. Seated on one side of a double inner tube, he bounced and slid, spinning and flopping along, leather-gloved hands clinging to what felt like too flimsy, rubber handles on either side of the giant tube.
The other side of the tube was amazingly steady, its high lip and deep hole filled to overflowing and weighed down with his lover, Bram Lord's massive bulk. The tall, broad, beefy man wore a dazzling grin and his pale blue eyes matched the blue threads in the Norwegian print wool sweater that was stretched over his broad, barrel chest. The ends of a red fleece scarf loosely wrapped around his neck whipped in the wind.
Bram's cheeks were a cheery red from the cold, and his honey blond hair was tousled over his forehead, creating the perfect canvas to highlight James’ favorite feature on his lover, Bram's charming and oh-so-seductive lopsided smile. James caught glimpse of that smile as he rose a foot in the air.
Soaring over a particularly big hump in the long slick trail, James bounced hard and lost his grip on the tube. Airborne, James yelped and scramble for a new hold, but his groping hands meet empty space for several long seconds before a pair of strong restraining arms plucked him from his free fall.
"Holy shit!"
He landed with a thunk and a thud sprawled across Bram's lap and chest. His breath slammed out of him, James grunted and concentrated on not smacking noses with Bram.
The tube twisted, jetted off another small ramp of snow and hit down hard. Suddenly unbalanced, both James and Bram were thrown off the rubber ring. They rolled and slid a dozen feet down the ice-crusted run, James tightly clasped to Bram's chest. They came to a stop in a mound of snow, the empty twin tube skittering pass them, a blur of twirling black.
Relieved, James rested on top of Bram's heaving chest, then unexpectedly found himself buried in the mound of snow as Bram rolled them over, pinning James comfortably under him.
Snow clung to Bram's hair and eyelashes, his breath a frosty mint puff of warmth only inches from James’ panting mouth. His pale blue eyes crinkled at the corner with laughter. His handsome, broad face was an enticing combination of light morning stubble and soft, tempting lips.
"Jesus! That was crazy. You did that as a kid?” James smacked one gloved fist into Bram's shoulder then hung on tightly to the sweater under his fist. “What were you, suicidal?"
"Nah, just tough, baby.” Bram shook his hair and snow flew in all directions, most of it into James’ face.
"Asshole.” James sputtered, chuckling. He shook his head to brush off the flakes, but only made more fall down from the surrounding snow.
Bram's laughter was soft and carefree, the deep joyous sound echoing off the surrounding woods and vibrating through James’ body. Pressed chest to chest, each wiggle of Bram's large, heavy body on top of his pushed James deeper into the chilly snow bank.
The unexpected touch of icy cold touched James’ skin and he yelped and squirmed, rubbing their lower abdomens together in his startled frenzy.
"Shit! Get up. Snow's going down the back of my pants!” He wiggled some more to try to slip out from under his lover.
"Lucky snow.” Pinning a struggling James in place, Bram slid one muscular thigh between James’ legs and did a little wiggling of his own.
James’ cock responded despite the cold, but as he started to protest, Bram's hovering lips sealed over his own. The kiss was slow and thorough, a languid exploration of his mouth that left him much more breathless then the ride.
The snow that had worked its way down his jeans began to melt and a slow stream of freezing wetness divided its efforts between soaking into his pants and trickling down the crack in his ass. The sensation was uncomfortable, but oddly exotic and arousing.
His cock strained against the confines of his boxers, hard as the icicles hanging from the nearby branches. A thick shaft that gave the nearby tree limbs some competition for size rubbed between his legs and over his cock.
Locking his gaze on Bram's, James felt his heart slide up into his throat. God he loved this huge mountain of a man. Surrounded by the soft morning light, the sound of the birds and the shushed fall of new snow, James felt a sense of peace and security descend around him. He knew he'd never been loved by anyone else the way Bram loved him, cared for him, and understood him. This was what finding true love was really like. Looking into Bram's love-filled face, James felt his heart lock onto Bram's. They were suddenly bound forever, souls united in this single, shushed moment on this isolated park hillside. It was awe-inspiring and exhilarating. And sexy as hell.
"Want to do it again, Jamie?"
James had to swallow past the lump of emotion in his throat before he could push down his arousal to answer.
"I don't know. That was a hell of a rough ride down.” James stroked his gloved palms over Bram's shoulders, hungry to touch the man any way he could. He chuckled, arching his back to shift the snow still packed under his butt, bringing their groins into closer contact. “I'm not sure it's worth the bruises."
Bram smirked, kissed the tip of James’ chin and the corner of his mouth, a light, seductive caress. “Okay.” He let his words tumble into James’ parted, waiting mouth. “Then how about I take you home and give you a different kind of rough ride?” Bram quickly kissed him then tugged at James’ lower lip with his teeth. He released it, his stare heated. “I promise any bruises you get will be worth the ride."
"You won't even have to close your eyes if we go too fast.” Bram tossed his scarf over James’ head but, instead of draping it around his lover's neck, he used it to blindfold James. “And I'll make this ride last a lot longer than the one we just took. What do you say, Tiger?"
The outside world disappeared behind a blanket of soft warmth, isolating James, making Bram's voice his only tangible connection to it. He instinctively leaned into Bram's body. James’ pulse rocketed and his cock jerked. He panted, feeling the wisps of warm air from his mouth grow cold, their moisture condensing and clinging to his face, captured in the scarf ends that lay on his cheek.
Slowly and deliberately, he tugged the fabric loose until it fell free to his shoulders. The expression on Bram's face was hot enough to melt the entire hillside. James’ cock
hardened, chafing against the confines of his jeans. There was a tightness in his chest. A flush of warmth shot though his limbs as need flowed though his veins along with the growing desire. It only took a look from Bram to get him hard. There was no doubt he was in love.
James laced his hands behind Bram's neck and pulled his lover down for a searing kiss, overcome with the need to show some of the depth of his emotions to Bram in something stronger than mere words. He poured as much of that emotional heat into the kiss as he could, his own lips tingling, scorched with wanting. When he pulled back, Bram was panting and James could barely huff out his answer. “You're on, Caveman."
James let Bram pull him to his feet, and dust him off. Against James’ better judgment, they retrieved the evil snow tube for future excursions and then walked back up the hill holding hands.
* * * *
Chest hairs crinkling under his touch, Bram ran his hands down James’ chest, the unmarked skin smooth, supple, warmed by the heat of flames from the their bedroom fireplace. James was stretched out beside him on the floor by the hearth, lean, lithe and deliciously naked in the flickering light. The down comforter under them trapped their body heat and separated them from the drafty floor in the old house. Under the dancing, golden hues of firelight, the beige cover looked like small mounds of snow from the sledding hill.
Bram traced the line of chest hair down the center of James’ rib cage, following the trail over his lover's taunt, concave belly to the dip of his navel. Gooseflesh erupted on James’ abdomen and Bram watched it ripple outward to cover every inch of pale skin. Then just as quickly, it melted away.
Bram used one fingertip to draw circles around the shallow dip of navel, his eyebrows rising as a tiny shudder and a breathy moan resulted. He loved how responsive and open James was in bed, how easily affected his lover was by a single touch. Even now, months into their relationship, he found it difficult to grasp just how amazingly fortunate he had been in pursuing James after the first night. Casual sex in a back alley way with a stranger didn't often lead to long-term commitment and love. But it had for him. For them.
As emotionally shy as James was, James would never have pursued him. If he hadn't asked James out a second time that night, he'd have lost out on the man who was rapidly becoming the center of his world. The cold, empty loneliness he'd come to accept as the way his life was going to be had drained away after the first night James had spent with him. It changed everything forever as far as Bram was concerned.
After his parents’ deaths and his only sister's debilitating accident, Bram was certain his future held only work, friends and the occasional one-night stand. Now his life held the promise of so much more, all of it at his fingertips right now, quivering, needy and waiting for his touch.
He straddled James’ slim hips, his own naked ass and thighs delighting in the warmth that radiated up off his lover. He settled over James so their cocks bumped, the majority of his weight resting on his knees and calves. His scrotum nestled up against the base of James’ jutting cock.
"Christ, Bram!” It was that breathy, strained moan that always made Bram's passion burn impossibly brighter.
"Tell me what you want, baby. You know all you have to do is ask."
"Jesus!” That struggling, growly sound was going to be the death of him yet. The first droplets of precum oozed from the tip of his cock.
"Sorry, can't give you that. He's busy. Try again."
James groaned and writhed, unable to move more than a twitching wiggle. The scarf from earlier was again over his eyes, but this time his wrists had been captured in the long ends as well, tied behind his skull so his head rested on the soft bonds. His elbows were bent, arms high, drawing the flesh of his torso taunt and leaving him open for exploration. Bram had been doing just that for the last half an hour or so. Exploring, touching, tweaking, tasting and teasing.
Bram watched James pull in his lower lip and bite it, hips bucking under his ass. Bram knew his lover was struggling to ask for what he wanted, still fighting his insecurities and natural shyness. Bram wasn't going to make it easy for him. Far from it. Time to speed up this joy ride just a little.
"I want to taste you, Jamie. But do I want this hole?” He curled over to lick the tip of James’ cock, lapping the bead of cum off it in a slow, wet stroke of his tongue, wiggling the tip of the wet muscle into the leaking slit. “Or do I want a taste of this one?” He paused just long enough James would be left guessing where he was going to lick next, then dropped forward and sucked the edges of James’ belly button. James gasped and jerked, a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat.
Bram slid his hands up James’ sides, his hand span wide enough to cover a large portion of James’ ribs, holding his lover down. He loved the feeling of James moving under him, squirming with want, burning with need, vulnerable and open. He was always conscious of the size difference between them, aware he dwarfed the shorter, slender man, his own iron muscles and ripped, construction worker body shouting power and strength.
He could easily crush James, force his will on him, dominant and subdue with bruising strength. And James would let him. James’ own craving for rough domination in the bedroom was intense. But Bram instinctively knew how much James needed and could handle, and he gave it willingly, lovingly. Neither of them was into whips, chains, servitude or humiliation, but James craved strength and Bram had plenty to share.
He rimmed the shallow navel, mixing sharp, quick nibbles followed by slippery strokes of his tongue, teasing its edges until James’ arms jerked up and the muscles of his abdomen fluttered in protest.
James finally moaned a low, hesitant, “Suck me, please ... just ... God, Bram, suck me!"
"Okay, baby.” Bram licked his way up James’ torso to latch onto a taut, dusky nipple standing tall and swollen. “Love it when you beg like that. So hot. Needy. Love when you tell me how much you need me."
James gasped and jerked again, trying to raise his knees, but Bram's ass effectively pinned him in place.
Pulling the teat out from James’ chest, Bram let it slip from between his teeth, scraping it as it popped of his mouth with a wet, sucking sound. James tossed his scarf-encased head and groaning, rolling his hips in frustration, but said nothing. Bram grinned and worked a trail of wet kisses across to James’ other teat and treated it to the same. His hands caressed the tender flesh of James’ underarms and sides.
Hunched over, Bram's cock slid alongside James’ shaft in an irregular dance of missed steps and fleeting touches that had James’ arching his back in an apparent effort to gain more contact. Bram ignored the unspoken request, waiting for James to voice his passions. Bram knew this was the hardest part of communicating in their lovemaking for James—asking for what he wanted with words.
"Bram?” Head thrashing on the comforter, James pulled his arms outward, the small gesture tightening the knot that kept his eyes blindfolded and his wrists restrained. Sweat covered his skin, making it glisten, the firelight shimmering in the beads of moisture that pooled in the curves of his upper lip and throat. Sweat trickled down his temples into his dark curls, matting them and adding a freshly fucked look to his appearance that made Bram's breath catch in his throat.
"Say it."
"You know!"
James was begging. Blindfolded, bound, flush and writhing under him. The way Bram liked his passionate, shy lover. Needy, erect and desperate for Bram was also a nice plus. But James had to ask for what he wanted.
"What? Not what you wanted sucked?” Bram mouthed the areola around the swollen nub he'd just released, teasing the dimpled tip with his tongue. His chewed the stiff peak roughly, gauging his pressure by how fast James’ groin lifted to slam into his ass.
"You have to tell so I get it right, Jamie.” Still astride James’ stretched-out body, he tightened his thighs and captured James’ hips, stilling them. Groans of frustration filled the air and Bram noticed James’ fingers were clenched in his hair. “Tell me, baby. Let me hear y
ou say it."
"God!” James bit his lower lip then choked out a raw, “Suck my cock! Eat me! Damn it!"
A flush rippled through Bram's chest, sending a glow of warmth all the way to his toes. Every time James let a little of his reluctance to ask for his own needs during sex fall away, Bram felt a burst of pride. James was an amazing man. The perfect man for Bram.
He ran his hands lovingly over James's body, then leaned over and kissed James’ parted, panting mouth. A soft kiss that was meant to be nothing more than a simple reward, but James responded with a hunger that fanned Bram's barely contained passions. Suddenly it was an all consuming kiss, full of stroking tongues, gasped breath and low, needy moans from both of them.
Pulling back, Bram let his lips brush over James’ mouth and chin as he said, “Suck your cock. Oh, yeah. I can do that."
He uncurled from over James’ body, using his hands to propel backward, sliding on his knees until he was comfortably positioned to take James’ cock in his mouth. His knees gripped James’ thighs tightly, forcing them closed when he knew James’ wanted to spread wide for him. A rush of savage power and possessiveness surged through him, the urge to take, claim and own his lover, but he tempered it. By the time the primal emotions flowed out in his touch, it was muted from savage want to a firm confidence.
He took a moment to take in the sight of James stretched under him, James’ cock straining up to curve over a quivering belly, skin slick and warm, bound and vulnerable, but most importantly, trusting. A sharp pressure squeezed his chest and stole his breath. His cock ached with the need to take what was his, but his heart ruled. Pleasuring James came first. Without another word, he grabbed a small ice chip from the wine cooler by end of the bed, slipped it into his mouth and sucked the head of James’ cock in after it. He was rewarded with a bellow of surprise and three more inches of cock shoved down his throat.
God, he loved his man.
* * * *
Surprised his back could arch that far off the floor with his legs trapped by Bram's weight, James unlocked his spine and melted down onto the comforter. Bram's mouth followed him, lips retreating to the head of his cock then swallowing it to its base. Icy cold slid along his cock's length, the extreme temperature difference searing the moment into his fevered brain.
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