“Can I come in?” Trace asked.
“If I let you in, I’m not going to let you leave.”
It may have been a crude and almost disturbing statement to most, but to Brad it was completely true. His cock was beginning to throb and he didn’t think he’d ever felt such a strong need to fuck.
Trace didn’t respond to his statement. Nor did he hesitate or waste a moment of time. In a sudden flash of movement, Trace pushed the door open and came inside his room. With a kick of his foot he slammed the door shut and cradled Brad’s face in his large hands. He held still, a mere breath away from Trace’s lips as he stared into his eyes. The fire Brad had seen minutes earlier was now blazing and undeniable.
Brad’s heart was pounding through his chest, beating unbelievably fast. He could hardly believe Trace had come back, much less that he was holding him so intently. Whatever was going to happen next was in Trace’s hands. He was taking charge, taking what he wanted. It was everything that Brad could have hoped for. He just wished he would act quicker and take him.
“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you came from or why the fuck I came back here, but I need this…I need you.” Trace whispered the last words right before crushing his mouth against Brad’s.
Just as quick as their lips had touched Brad felt the rush of Trace’s tongue sweep inside and stroke along his. Brad wrapped his arms around the man who was so seducing him. He dug his fingers into the thick muscles along his back. His cock had already begun to harden and was beginning to leak from anticipation as they explored one another.
Trace’s kiss was unlike any Brad had ever experienced before. The taste was primal, like a thirst that needed to be quenched, knowing full well nothing would be enough. He hoped Trace would keep taking and leading him on whatever journey he wanted to take him on.
Abruptly, Trace spun Brad around and pinned Brad against the back of the door. The hard outline of his cock pressed firmly against Brad’s ass. He felt helpless to not want to reach around and feel it. He dropped one of his hands and reached behind, feeling between their bodies and ran his palm against the thick feel of Trace’s cock, causing the man to groan.
Trace worked his tongue along the side of Brad’s neck. He sucked and nibbled on his earlobe while both of them gasped for breath amidst the moment. His own cock was aching to be touched and erotic images flashed through his mind of what it would be like to look down and have Trace’s head bobbing up and down while sucking him off. The naughty thought only made him crave to do exactly that to the same cock he was rubbing.
Brad pulled away and turned himself back around. He ignored a protest from Trace and silenced him by laving long sensuous kisses along the column of his neck.
“I want to fuck you so damn bad,” Trace murmured.
The dirty way he spoke was Brad’s undoing. He loved a dominant lover on any day, but there was something even better about Trace saying it. His voice was sexy and deep. Dirty talk was exactly what Brad needed in order to submit to someone who understood exactly what he needed.
Pretty words may have their time and place, but he always preferred dirty talk to let the real and raw emotions to come through. Being wanted by someone as sexy as Trace only sweetened the pot for his appetite.
He didn’t want to wait anymore. Brad slid down Trace’s body, placing kisses against his T-shirt and lifting it enough to sprinkle some licks along his abdomen until he finally was able to drop down to his knees. Looking back up, Brad saw the fire continuing to build in Trace’s eyes. It made him want to see how much he could make that fire spread.
Brad hungrily tugged on the jeans and boxer briefs Trace was wearing. He pulled them down his thighs until they pooled at his ankles. Trace’s cock sprang free from its constraints and offered Brad a teasing image of pre-cum sitting on the tip of his delicious looking pink head.
He licked his lips in anticipation and was no longer able to wait a second longer. Brad grabbed onto Trace’s cock and opened his mouth. With greedy hunger he closed his lips over the head and licked the moisture that sat there teasingly until his taste buds kicked him into high gear.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Lick me. Suck me.” Trace’s fingers combed through Brad’s hair and grasped onto the back of his head.
Trace’s approval and graphic language was all the encouragement Brad needed. Closing his mouth tightly around Trace’s thick cock, Brad slid down, taking all of him in until his lips touched the base.
Brad held him there, deep in his throat and began sucking on him with no intention of stopping until he made Trace explode in his mouth.
Chapter Eight
Trace attempted to steady his breathing, but he was way past being calm. He had felt the pleasure of Brad’s sweet mouth taking him for only seconds and already felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. A mixture of anticipation and impatience plagued him simultaneously. He wanted so much to drive into Brad, fucking his mouth with every thrust. Still he held back. It had been so long since he’d been with a man that he was afraid to move even the tiniest bit, for fear he would come too soon.
Of all the stress and self-doubt that he’d been dealing with lately the last thing he had been looking for, much less expecting to find, had been a hookup. Damn if he could help himself with Brad though. There had been a definite spark between them, one that he couldn’t deny, and one that he didn’t want to.
He looked down at the sight below him, his fingers holding Brad’s head still, loving the expert way in which he worked his cock with nothing but his lips, mouth, and tongue. Trace’s cock had gotten thick and hard when he’d stood drinking his second beer. It got even harder when Brad had touched him, pushing him to stay. Each time Trace thought he was going to die, but this…oh fuck, this was something different altogether. Without moving his head up and down or making any attempts to pump him with his hand, his cock was pulsating in ways he hadn’t felt in far too long.
Trace continued to massage Brad’s scalp as he dropped his head back and groaned aloud from the wonderful sensations that Brad was creating. The constant worry of what he was going to do with the rest of his life no longer consumed him. The only thing in his mind was how much he wanted to take Brad.
Thoughts of their positions being reversed raced through his mind and he was unable to control his body’s reaction. He thrust his hips and gagged Brad. He hadn’t meant to. The last thing he wanted was to do a single thing that made him stop. His own conscience made him stop and pull away when he heard Brad struggling to take him in.
Brad looked up at him through his watery eyes. Despite their obvious distress, Trace could still see the hunger in them. He didn’t release Trace’s cock, he held it in his mouth dutifully.
“I’m sorry.” Trace gently rubbed his fingers along Brad’s jawline. “I got carried away.”
Brad opened his mouth, releasing Trace, and licked his lips. “It’s okay. I liked that you got carried away.”
“Yeah?”
Brad smiled. “Yeah. So, maybe I should go on?”
It would have been easy to say yes and selfishly allow Brad to suck him off until he came, but Trace realized he wanted more than that. He wanted to touch Brad, to see his body, and hopefully, get him off too.
“Maybe we both can?” Trace asked.
Brad cocked up an eyebrow and grinned sexily. He then pushed himself up off his knees and stood before Trace. Their eyes met one another’s and Trace finally got a good look at Brad’s gorgeous green eyes. They were dark, not like most eyes that could be compared to an avocado or grass. Brad’s were different, like the hues of a forest on a moonless night. They held depth and so much damn passion that Trace was ready to burst.
Looking at him close up, Trace could now see the Manhattan in him. His skin wasn’t like most. He didn’t have years of abuse from the sun and elements aging him. His skin was smooth, almost making him look years younger than the thirty-four years he’d admitted to earlier.
After years of living his life around t
he alpha male types of the U.S. Army, it was a refreshing change to see someone who took time out to care for himself in such obvious ways. In some ways it made Brad all the more appealing that he was the opposite of every other man he’d been with.
“Both of us, huh? What pray tell, did you have in mind?” Brad asked.
Trace cupped the sides of Brad’s face with his hands and brushed his thumbs along his smooth skin. “Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking, me…you…that bed over there and one hell of a lot of fun.”
Brad smiled at him revealing his near perfect teeth. “I like the way that you think.”
Trace grabbed onto Brad’s belt loops and pulled their bodies closer together. His lips hovered just a whisper away from Brad’s and Trace could smell the lingering scent of his own cock on Brad’s breath. It was a sudden punch to his gut and kicked his libido into overdrive.
“After you.” Trace released Brad from his hold and motioned toward the bed.
Brad took a step back and pulled his T-shirt over his head before dropping it to the floor. Trace was taken aback and struck with the surprising perfection he saw in Brad. His chest was well-defined, not in an overly muscular way, but with just enough sinewy muscle to tell Trace he worked at his results. They offered peaks and valleys along the canvas of his upper body, right down to his abdomen, which was flat and defined with a subtle washboard appearance.
His arms weren’t large, but they didn’t disappoint anymore than the rest of his upper body had. His shoulders were wide, but not overly done like so many of the muscle heads he’d met in the military. Brad’s body was the polar opposite of what he would normally seek out and that was part of the attraction.
Brad walked toward the bed and slowly finished undressing with every step that he took. Trace stared at his lean, slightly muscled back as he followed the man’s lead. Despite the appetite Trace knew that he had, he didn’t see one ounce of fat hanging off of Brad’s body.
Trace kicked off his shoes and finished removing his jeans and underwear which held him constrictively at the ankles. Once he finished, he looked up to find Brad already naked, lying in the bed and waiting for him.
Brad’s cock was long and thick, thicker than most he’d seen. It excited him to wonder how it would feel to have that cock filling his mouth. Trace didn’t want to wait to find out. He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, joining the pile of clothes that already laid there.
Once he was as naked as Brad, Trace stood there stroking himself and staring at Brad while he did the same. It had been a long time, too long since he had given into his desires on such a whim, but he couldn’t resist himself with Brad. There was something about him. Not to mention that he made his cock rock hard and ready to fuck.
“Are you going to stand there all night? Or are you going to climb into this bed and let me finish what I started?” Brad asked with a mischievous grin.
Trace took a couple steps forward until he stood over the bed. Stroking his cock, he took in the beauty of Brad’s body. Even his thin legs were sprinkled with contours of muscle that might be invisible to those not really looking.
Trace had no idea how many hours a day Brad spent working out, but it was done to perfection. He somehow had found the fine line between meathead and toned perfection.
“Lie down on the bed, put your head on that pillow.”
Trace climbed on the bed and hovered over Brad who moved from his side to his back. Trace wanted to explore his body. He wanted to taste his kiss again. There was so much that he wanted to experience.
Dipping his head down he crushed his lips against Brad’s and slid his tongue inside. He felt that spark reignite. The pungent taste of his own cock still lingered inside his Brad’s mouth. It was a tease to his taste buds, enticing him to continue on, taking all that he wanted.
Trace reached down between their bodies and took Brad’s cock in his hand. Brad moaned as Trace began to stroke it slowly, learning the feel of it while continuing to kiss him. The skin moved freely up and down his length. A droplet of pre-cum hit his palm as he continued stroking him. Trace pulled his hand up and licked the mixture off of his hand. It tasted better than he ever could have imagined and made him crave the taste of Brad’s cock that much more.
Trace broke away from their kiss, ignoring the whimper of protest Brad offered as he quickly turned himself around. There was no time for pretty words or sweet sentiments. He was beginning to think that he’d never felt this turned-on in his entire life. Trace jolted and froze when he felt the warm glide of Brad’s tongue lick against his balls.
Trace forgot everything around him and like a wild animal dove in, focusing in on the erection staring him in the face. He dipped his head down and closed his lips tightly over the head. Then with one quick movement Trace had Brad exactly where he wanted him, buried deep in his throat.
The taste that filled his mouth was better than he’d anticipated. It had been far too long since he had the pleasure of sucking off a gorgeous looking and tasting cock. So long that he almost forgot how much he ached for the rich taste it provided.
Trace inhaled through his nostrils and let the aroma of Brad’s sex fill his entire being while Brad continued sucking him off. Taking part in the sixty-nine position had always gotten Trace hot, but there was something much better about doing it with Brad.
After several seconds of deep throating Brad, Trace brought his lips up to the very tip of his cock. He played it with his tongue, teasing and trying to see how crazy he could make him. Flicking it with his tongue, he worked himself around Brad’s entire length until he had him moaning and bucking his hips with every swipe.
Brad’s groin was shaven, exactly like Trace liked. It was almost like a fairy godmother had reached into his subconscious and created the perfect sex partner for him. There was nothing like the feel of smooth skin stretched against a hardened cock. It was all Trace could do to keep his composure and focus on what he was doing to Brad. His lover’s mouth was sucking him like a pro and wreaking havoc on his restraint. Maybe it was their positions, but somehow it felt better than it had just minutes before as he stood by the door.
Brad’s hips were moving faster and wilder with every second that passed. He was obviously getting close to climax, and one thing that sent Trace on fire and intensified his orgasm was swallowing his partner’s cum right at the same moment that he lost control.
Trace thrust his hips down against Brad’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he heard him gag. The head of his cock was sensitive and chills shot up the back of his spine when he felt the back of Brad’s hot throat enveloping him.
Despite Trace’s intrusion, Brad didn’t hesitate as he continued to thrust and fuck his face. From the way his body was reacting and the noises being made, Trace would almost bet that Brad liked to be taken this way, a little rough and with Trace in control.
Trace continued his quest for nearly a minute. He thrust himself hard and fast into the deepest parts of Brad’s throat. Each time he hit the back and felt Brad’s lips closer tighter around him.
Trace dropped his head down and continued to take Brad’s cock. Moans and heavy breathing filled the room as the two men fucked each other’s mouths.
A familiar sensation worked its way up Trace’s spine. It was clawing at him, like a wild beast trying to break free. Suddenly in a flash of quick silver, Trace’s balls drew up unbelievably tight just as hot pleasure shot through his veins. A deep and unrelenting scream tore from Trace as he felt that first pulse of his orgasm rip through his body.
At the same moment, Trace felt Brad swell inside his mouth. He closed his lips firmly around Brad’s cock and waited for what was to come. It came only a second later as the hot, thick essence that he had craved came shooting out into his mouth. Brad’s release had been relentless. It filled his mouth faster than he could swallow.
As remnants of Brad’s climax spilled past Trace’s lips it dribbled down his chin. He was trying desperately to keep control whi
le his own euphoria took hold of his body. His own cum shot fast and unforgiving into Brad’s mouth for several seconds as he felt Brad also try to take in all that Trace gave him.
Seconds passed as Trace rode the wave of his climax. He lost all track of time as he floated on some faraway cloud. His body hovered over Brad’s. Both of them still held each other’s cocks in their mouths. They were gasping for breath despite their full mouths.
Brad was the first one to speak, releasing Trace from his mouth and breaking their postorgasmic silence. “Wow. That was…amazing. Are you okay?”
Trace lifted his head and started to move. His body had tensed up severely when he came and his joints were protesting any movement at all. Eventually he was able to get up and off of Brad and lie down beside him on the bed. With their heads side by side, Trace draped one of his hands on Brad’s.
He nodded his answer, completely void of any energy to form any kind of intelligent response as he tried to come back down from his climax.
“You sure? You’re pretty quiet.”
Trace smiled a sleepy grin. “I’m better than okay. That was fantastic. I really needed that.”
“Truth is, so did I,” Brad said.
Trace raised his brows and waggled them. He lay back down and looked up at the ceiling. “Hard to believe I had you pegged as a serial killer just a few hours ago.”
“Hey, who says I’m not. Maybe I’m just luring you into a false sense of security. Sucking you off and making you come right before I kill you.”
Trace chuckled and turned his head. “Well, it would be worth it.”
“That good, huh?” Brad asked.
Trace couldn’t help but notice that twice in as many minutes Brad had sought some sort of verbal approval over what they’d just done. He was obviously insecure. It was a trait that normally turned Trace off, but for some unknown reason, he wanted to assuage Brad’s worry.
“You always this insecure after sex?” Trace asked him.
“I don’t know. I guess so, yeah. The truth is I haven’t been with anyone in quite a while. I’m still trying to get over being burned pretty bad.”
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