“Still tight. You fit me like a glove.”
Brock bent forwards limply, letting Kyle control the pace.
“Feels so good…”
“Feels fantastic. Love that you’re all stretched for me… I’m not hurting you, am I?” Kyle kept up a steady thrusting rhythm.
“No. Need more. Harder.”
“You really like it rough, don’t you?” Kyle pistoned his hips in and out—piercing Brock to the core. He imagined what it would feel like without the rubber. There was no question that it would be even better. Fueled by the thought of taking Brock with nothing to separate them, Kyle was overwhelmed with the sudden ferocity of his orgasm. His hold on Brock’s hips tightened. In a day or so, Brock would have ten small bruises marking his flesh and Kyle liked the idea of that. Brock needed his marks. He thrust a couple more times, muscles corded, spine bowed, wringing the last tremors of orgasm from his body. He brushed his hand up Brock’s slippery skin and tweaked a nipple, hard. Brock grabbed his dick with a moan.
“Can’t come again… Can’t.” But he did.
Kyle’s cock softened and he slipped reluctantly from Brock’s grasping channel. The water raining down on them had grown tepid and Brock shivered in his arms. Kyle helped him from the shower and wrapped him in a warm towel before disposing of the condom. Brock rubbed at himself half-heartedly. Kyle chuckled. “You look half asleep.” He slung a smaller towel around his hips and helped Brock get dry. “Can you manage to get yourself dressed?”
Brock scowled. “Funny. This is all your fault. You’ve worn me out.”
Kyle crooked an eyebrow. “My pleasure.”
Brock’s lips twitched and he smiled. He ducked his head and looked at Kyle from under his lashes, his creamy cheeks flushed with pink. He exited the room, leaving Kyle with the urge to laugh out loud from sheer delight.
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About the Author
Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.
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L.M. Somerton loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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