When the Dead Speak by Bailey Bradford (books to read to improve english txt) 📕

All that beautiful, lightly tanned skin, firm muscles still quivering underneath, and Sev couldn’t touch it. He bucked his hips and hissed as his shaft slid along Laine’s.

“You touch me and this’ll be over before it gets much further. Been a long time, this morning aside.” Laine lowered his hips and rubbed his leaking dick on Sev’s stomach, letting him feel the intensity of his desire. “I need inside you.”

Sev nodded and wiggled his hips. “Yes, God yes!”

Laine kissed him, claiming his mouth all over again, then lifted his head. “Keep your hands up, or grab the sheets. I’ll let you touch all you want next time…or maybe the time after that.”

This time, Sev’s moan had nothing to do with the hands that were stroking his chest. Laine’s words, more than words, a promise that there would be more of this, more than a one-night stand, sent a trickle of fear through Sev that was quickly blotted out by something warm and soft and right. For the first time, Sev wanted something more, wanted it badly enough to ignore his own fears and attempts at self-preservation.

Sev opened his eyes enough to watch Laine tear open the condom package. He almost drooled as Laine slide it down his thick cock. Watching Laine coat his shaft with lube was sheer torture, because Sev wanted nothing more than to touch that steely length. Then Laine’s fingers found his hole, and Sev decided that he did want something more than to get his hands on Laine’s dick. A thick, slick finger pressed in and Sev ached with need. A whimper slipped from his lips as he tried to get more, then a second finger filled him, twisting and pumping, stretching Sev in an erotic way that left him gasping in a manner too close to a sob.

“Laine, please!” Sev broke off as his prostate was massged. His hips bucked and he bit his lip to keep from screaming. Another deep thrust then he was empty, groaning in protest until he felt Laine push his legs up, feet braced against Laine’s chest, and that heavy cock he needed began sliding into him.

Their moans mingled and filled the air as Laine pushed in until his balls pressed against Sev’s ass. The burning stretch of his inner muscles sent a chorus of pleasure-tinged pain from Sev’s channel to his balls, then Laine was moving, thrusting in deep and hard, filling Sev over and over. He felt Laine shift, then Sev screamed, back bowing hard as Laine’s cock zeroed in on Sev’s gland. Sev’s balls sucked up against his body and his dick throbbed as cum burst free onto his chest. Laine’s harsh breaths seemed to burrow in Sev’s ears as that hard cock pounded into him, rhythm gone, nothing but need and frenzied lust fueling the grinding fucking. Laine shoved in deep, his hips swiveling as though to bury his cock so far inside Sev that neither of them would ever be free. Sev watched in awe as Laine flung his head back and yelled, gripping Sev’s thighs bruisingly, muscles clenching and veins protruding as Laine pumped his release into the condom.

Laine’s head dropped forward, chin on his chest, as he struggled to breathe. Sev felt as though something had been permanently altered inside himself, his world tipped and thrown off balance. Laine’s hands loosened and began rubbing Sev’s bruised flesh with a touch so gentle he found himself having to fight to stay awake.

“Jesus, Sev.” Laine chuckled softly, and Sev wanted to look at the man but his eyelids were too heavy. “That was…”

“I know,” Sev mumbled, hoping he’d actually spoken the words but unsure since his body felt like it was floating on a cloud of satiated bliss. He quit trying to fight it and let himself doze off, unable to deny his body and mind the rest they needed.

* * * *

Laine stood in the bathroom doorway and tossed the damp cloth he’d used to wipe his lover clean over his shoulder in the general direction of the sink, unwilling to turn away from Sev’s sleeping figure long enough to be sure of his shot. Maybe he shouldn’t have jumped the man so soon, but he hadn’t been able to turn away from the hurt he’d put in those beautiful eyes. Laine snorted softly and rolled his eyes. Who was he trying to kid? Yeah, he wanted to take that pain away, but he’d also wanted to bury his cock so deep in Sev that he’d never feel the need to leave, never want another man inside him. He’d planned to seduce Sev, take his time and make love, stretch it out for hours and show Sev how good it could be between the two of them. Instead, he’d plowed into that tight, silky heat like a horny teenager. Well, he had a bit more finesse than a horny teenager, but still.

And now that he’d had Sev, Laine was very much afraid he’d been ruined for other men. Sure, he hadn’t ever intended to take another lover any time in the near future, but he hadn’t intended to die a lonely old man, either. Now, there, lying in his bed, was someone Laine knew he not only wanted but needed, and it scared him as much as it thrilled him. He didn’t know if he could convince Sev to stay—then again, once the people of McKinton found out that their sheriff was gay, staying here was probably not going to be an option. It pained his heart to think of leaving his job and his friends—the only two people he would really call his friends—behind.

But as Laine took one last long, lingering look at the warm, sexy man sleeping in his bed, he knew he’d do whatever he had to in order to keep Severo Adulio Robledo.

* * * *

The sauce had been simmering on the stove long enough that the scent of oregano and basil filled the house. Laine