A Subtle Breeze by Bailey Bradford (libby ebook reader .txt) 📕

arms around Zeke’s shoulders and his legs around his lover’s waist, grinding their cocks together. The friction had him groaning into the kiss, everything inside him burning with the need for release.

Pulling his lips away, Zeke latched onto Brendon’s neck, to the purple bruise already there, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. Brendon’s head fell back, thumping against the door hard enough to make him see stars, or maybe it was from the pleasure shooting throughout his body. Zeke’s hands were everywhere—stomach, cock, ass, back—Brendon couldn’t keep up and didn’t even try, the lips tugging at the skin on his neck taking the last of his senses. All he could think about was how good it felt, and how much he needed Zeke inside him.

“Ah, fuck, Zeke, need you in me now!” Brendon needed so badly he was trying to seat himself on Zeke’s dick, lube and a condom the last things on his mind. Zeke’s arms clamped around him, stopping Brendon from accomplishing his goal. “Goddamn it! Zeke!”

Zeke just grunted as he started walking, Brendon wrapped around him. Zeke fumbled for the lube on the nightstand, bringing it to his mouth to flip the cap open, and Brendon finally found a measure of relief as two big lubed fingers pushed into his hole, burying deep and bringing a burn of pleasure-pain.

“So fucking tight.” Zeke added a third finger and brushed against Brendon’s prostate. Brendon howled and jerked his hips. “More, baby?” Zeke asked through gritted teeth, lowering them both to the bed before he removed his fingers from Brendon’s tight channel.

“Zeke, yes. Please.” Brendon reached for his lover as Zeke pushed himself back up and stepped away. A firm shake of Zeke’s head had Brendon dropping his arms back down by his sides. He watched impatiently as his lover dug a foil package out of the nightstand drawer. The package was ripped open and the condom rolled down Zeke’s enticing length in a quick, smooth stroke. A coating of lube followed, then Zeke was moving back toward Brendon.

“Legs on my shoulders,” Zeke ordered, sliding his hands under Brendon’s ass, tilting his hips. Zeke lined his cock up with Brendon’s snug pucker and clasped his big hands around Brendon’s wrists. With two quick, hard thrusts, he buried his prick to the hilt, groaning as a tremor worked over him. Brendon felt his cock leak, the fullness in his ass and the look on his lover’s face drawing his balls tight. He tried to move his hips, needing Zeke to thrust.

“Stop. Lock your legs around my neck, baby, trust me.” Green eyes burned, watching until Brendon nodded. Legs locked, Brendon found himself being dragged off the bed as Zeke stood, still clasping his wrists, holding him suspended at a downward angle. Gently, Zeke lowered Brendon’s shoulders and head to the floor while widening his stance so his dick was still buried fully inside Brendon. Zeke nodded at Brendon, then released his wrists.

Brendon braced his weight on his elbows and forearms, shoulders and neck as Zeke gripped his hips firmly, locking them together. Slowly, he began moving, barely thrusting, watching Brendon’s face intently. Zeke’s cock stroked his gland with each thrust, and Brendon’s vision blurred with sheer ecstasy. Damn, Zeke was going to kill him like this. He groaned as Zeke started moving faster, harder, jarring thrusts that had Brendon’s elbows and shoulders sliding across the floor. Zeke clamped an arm down across the tops of Brendon’s thighs, keeping him from slipping away as Zeke pumped into his ass with a ferocity that Brendon thought might have scared him, if it hadn’t felt so damned good. His eyes rolled back as the strokes on his gland continued. Brendon had never been fucked like this, and wasn’t sure how much more of the pleasure he could take.

“Guh…gonna…” He gave up on being coherent when Zeke wrapped his other hand around Brendon’s dripping dick and tugged.

“Ah! Godddd!” Brendon shouted, back arching and vision blackening as his orgasm ripped him inside out, hot cum hitting his cheek and God only knew where else. Zeke cursed and released Brendon’s cock as his own orgasm hit, ramming his dick in deep and biting the inside of Brendon’s leg as hot jets of cum filled the latex. Zeke pumped his hips over and over, groaning and grinding through his climax.

“Shit,” Zeke muttered once he’d stopped trembling, bracing Brendon’s legs as he pulled out from Brendon’s hole. He held on, sliding Brendon’s hips down until they rested on the floor, then Zeke reached down and helped Brendon to stand. Grabbing him by the back of the head, Zeke leaned in and kissed Brendon, a sweet, heart-melting kiss that brought tears to his eyes. Jesus, this man had him, Brendon knew it. Zeke was it for him, and that was pretty much that. He watched his lover’s gaze heat up as their kiss became harder, needier.

Brendon nipped, then pulled back just enough to whisper, “I love you,” across Zeke’s lips. Part of him was really afraid to share that information with his lover, but his heart just wouldn’t let him hold those words in any longer.

Zeke paused, froze actually. All except for his eyes, because something in them seemed to just melt, going happy and soft, and Brendon knew it was fine. He saw the words there, swimming in those gem-colored eyes, before Zeke ever said them back.

“I love you, too, baby,” Zeke murmured, pulling Brendon closer, “and I’m gonna show you just how much.”

* * * *

He had to wake up, now. The urgency pounded in his head, sure and strong, as his mama’s subtle scent enveloped him. Beside him, Zeke felt Brendon wake, knew his man’s eyes had just flown open with the same sudden awareness. Zeke felt a nudge on his bare shoulder, and judging from Brendon’s jerk beside him, Zeke figured his lover had received the same warning.

“We need to get up, now.” Zeke rolled quietly from the bed, felt Brendon sit up