"Ahh! Jesus!"
The wet heat slid down his shaft in one fluid motion as the chill melted away. James gasped and arched, but Bram backed off, controlling the action, teasing, prolonging the pleasure, driving James wild. Bram always seemed to know just what James’ needed, how much he could take, and when it was time to let him explode with passion. And Bram did make James explode, time and time again like it was the first time, every time.
Bram knew what turned him on and what made him vulnerable, helpless and crazy with desire.
Like the blindfold that took away the persuasive power of his pleading stares.
Or the tied wrists that stopped his hands from taking what he wanted or touching himself.
Or Bram making him ask for what he wanted using words, making the illusion he was an unwilling participant drop away. Making him surrender to Bram's will. Making him admit he liked having sex and making love with the massive, loving man. And God knew he loved it and Bram. There was no one like his caveman. Rough, raw, demanding and primal, Bram was made for him.
James’ heartbeat pulsed so hard he could feel it hammering through the sides of his swollen shaft, the ribbons of surface veins vibrating to the thundering rhythm in his chest and head. The flat of Bram's tongue pressed against the vessels as if his lover was counting the beats. The wet, pliant muscle then turned stiff, the tip traced over Bram's favorite spot, the one that made James gasp and groan like he was doing now.
The tongue lavished attention on that spot until James heard his own voice crack and mumble out an incoherent plead for more, less, anything to end the delicious torture. And Bram moved on, tongue jabbing into the weeping slit on top, curling under the rim of the flared head, while his lips caressed the sides of James’ cock, sucking and massaging every centimeter of dusky flesh.
Saliva, warm and slick, swathed his cock in layer of heat, then swirled and rushed hard forced into a whirlpool effect by Bram's swish and suck. It was a trick that never failed to startle and delight James, the sensations never the same twice. The mental vision of what Bram looked like, bent over him, lips wrapped around his dick, face bobbing up and down the glistening shaft, eyes half-lidded in a sultry gaze was enough to make James want to rip the blindfold to see if reality matched his fantasy.
He had to see. Had to see the lust and want in his lover's eyes that matched his own rising emotions. His arms moved, but were drawn up short, the ends captured in an unyielding hold. James tossed his head in protest.
"No.” It was simple, one small word, a denial of James’ desire to see, but it sent jolts of pleasure from the pit of his lower abdomen straight up his cock. James felt it pulse harder.
His body burned. His skin felt raw. He could tell his teats were standing up. The bitten, worried flesh overly hot, bared in the cooler air of the bedroom, swollen in parody of his jutting cock. They begged to be kissed again, suckled, pinched, teased. He arched, thrusting out his chest to let them plead their own case, as words failed him again. He felt a quick swipe of a wet thumb bathe them in moisture, intensifying their heat, but the touch disappeared too quickly to be satisfying, serving only to notch up his frustration.
His asshole spasmed, clenching and unclenching, empty and unhappy. He needed more, wanted to be filled, filled with his lover. He wanted the man inside him, any part of him.
"Fingers!” James gulped for air, suddenly glad and disappointed he couldn't see the pleased reaction he knew would be on Bram's face. “I-I want ... your fingers ... up my ass."
The lips caressing his cock moved up his length until they held only the head in Bram's mouth. Rustling sounds of movements alerted James that Bram was shifting position only seconds before his legs were spread wide. A press of warm flesh and the tickle of hair on his inner thigh signaled Bram's desire to move from outside his legs to inside of them.
Free to move, James bent his knees up, letting his legs fall open, exposing his ass. A blunt pressure nudged his opening. Bearing down, James tried to capture it and suck into his body, but pressure breached his opening and plunged deep into his channel in one slick stroke. Just as he adjusted to the sudden, delicious intrusion, a new sensation exploded in his ass. A sliver of icy cold skated around his clenched hole then it wormed its way into his ass beside the thick finger wiggling and stroking the hot lining of his gut. The burn was unbelievable, startling, exotic and unexpected. In his mind he saw the half-moon sliver the icemaker downstairs produced and envisioned its smooth, slender curved shape sliding into his ass.
"Fuck! Holy fucking shit!” His cock lost a little of its hardness but was pulled back to instant iron glory by a few deep plunges ands twists of Bram's finger in his ass and a bit of wet, firm lip pressure under the crown of his dick.
The buzz of orgasm burst to life in the pit of his abdomen. Tendrils of heat sizzled along his nerves and zapped every cell in their path to life. James rode Bram's finger like it was the his lover's cock, squeezing it, milking it with his muscles, clenching his cheeks so tight he could feel the knuckles of Bram's hand buried between them. The ice had melted, but a chill trickle of water oozed from his opening when a second finger was inserted. It dripped down his crack like spilt cum.
Suddenly he felt a thickness alongside his cock, Bram's mouth stretching to accommodate more than just James’ shaft. It was warm, satiny and throbbing, and James couldn't help but envision Bram's cock head stuffed into his lover's mouth beside his own. His orgasm raced up from the depth of his gut and exploded into Bram's mouth, scalding over his cock and his lover's tongue. And whatever else was there. He bucked up hard to jam as much as he could down Bram's willing throat. He didn't need to thrust back and forth to divide the stimulation between his cock and ass. Bram's hand followed his movement, the man's fingers packed hard into James’ ass, grazing his hidden gland, stroking his grasping channel. Bram's meaty fist spreading the tight ring at his opening until it burnt as if on fire.
The instant his orgasm began to fade, his body relaxed and sagged. The warm wetness encasing his cock abruptly disappeared and the fullness in his fluttering ass went with it. His muscles screamed and tried to recapture the hand, but it escaped. Before he could protest, a new, bigger pressure shoved into the void as Bram's cock slammed up his ass so far his lover's balls settled into the spread crack of his butt cheeks. It was like being impaled on a telephone pole.
"Jesus! Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard!"
It felt so damn good James’ still half-hard cock nearly shot a second time.
"Christ! Bram! God, I love you!"
* * * *
There was nothing like the feeling he got when James let loose and called his name. It made Bram feel like the king of the world with superhero powers. It was exhilarating unlike anything else! Possessiveness surged through his veins and took lust and passion to a new height. His cock was as hard as steel, thick and needy, encased in James’ heat, burrowing its way to the core of his lover's body and soul. There was nothing like making love with Jamie. It was nirvana. Pure ecstasy packed into one hundred forty-five pounds of wiry man.
Words almost escaped him at this point but a guttural growl rolled up from deep in his chest. “Fuck, what you do to me, baby!"
Sliding in all the way to his cock's base, Bram slammed into James’ ass, burying himself in his lover's clinging heat. The groan that rolled off his lips was again more growl than sigh, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through his down his spine. Even his hips shook. He thrust harder, roughly taking everything James could give him, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of James’ ass gripping his shaft, stretched to its limits, while James buck up for more.
The comforter was thick and warm under his knees, but the touch of James’ ass on his thighs was scalding. Bram grabbed hold of his lover's hips, dragging James closer, plunging his cock in deeper. Once he was as deep as he could get, he ground his hips in a circular motion as he thrust. Even so often James would grunt and jerk, telling Bram he'd managed to hit the spot that made James thrash with need.
Like now.
"That's it, baby, tremble for me. I never get tried of feeling you under me, shaking, rocking my world like this.” The need to see into James’ eyes, to meet his lusty gaze, to see the raw emotion James let loose during their lovemaking was too powerful and urgent to ignore anymore. Bram bent down and kissed James hard and long. Then one hand twisted in the bit of scarf over James’ eyes and pulled the scarf down behind James’ head leaving his wrists tied. Bram's cock surged and he almost shot at the glazed, sultry expression on his lover's face.
There was nothing like seeing that vulnerable, wanton, needy stare and the turmoil that swirled in those sapphire eyes. He kissed him again, hard, thrusting in long strokes, grinding his hips on the final shove and striking James’ hidden nub of prostate on the slide in. He was reduced to grunts and gasps. He felt a sizzling jolt of pleasure race down his spine as James licked his dry lips and gazed up at him through half-lidded, sex-glazed eyes.
"Fuck me, Bram. I want to cum!"
His chest ached, and his balls tightened, the sound of James’ raw, choked voice pushing him toward the edge. Pulling the ends of the scarf over James’ head, Bram pulled his lover's captured hands down and wrapped them around James’ own cock, a layer of the soft fleecy fabric between cock and palm.
"Look at us, baby. Watch me slid inside you, feel my dick up your ass, hammering your hole, rocking us both to ecstasy.” He grabbed James’ hips and yanked him hard, rolling his hips and grinding his groin against James’ spread cheeks, stretching his opening until he felt it spasm and clamp down around his rod. “Look at your hands, your cock. Tied together, hot and happy.” He kissed James, quick and hard, then leaned up. “Just like us."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Bastard, fuck me!” James thrashed and whimpered, legs bent back and tied hands milking his cock at a fierce pace. “Do it, oh yeah, do me, Bram!” His gaze locked on Bram's and the vulnerable, desperate need to be loved was so plain to see Bram felt tears burn the back of his eyes.
"Love you.” Bram came, shooting long splashes of cum deep into James’ hot, clinging channel, letting its clenching muscles wring every drop out of him. “God, baby, oh, yeah, take it from me!” Christ, he would never get enough of this man!
Hot stands of milky white hit his chest. He ran one hand through the spurting trail dotting James’ torso, using the slippery pools to wet and stroke James’ swollen teats. He loved the choked sounds the man made at the back of his throat as he work his fingers over the hot nubs.
James shuddered and bucked, his hand groping for Bram, his mouth working but nothing more than strangled grunts and harsh breaths escaped accompanied by the rhythmic slap of sweaty flesh on flesh. It was all music to Bram's ears, the symphony of a well-loved lover.
* * * *
"You going to untied me any time soon?” James wiggled his fingers where they rested on his bare torso, wrists wrapped in knots of bright fleece spotted with drying smears of creamy wetness.
"Not sure yet.” Bram ran one of his massive hands over James’ wrists and up his arm, the palm rough, his flesh hot, leaving a scorching trail behind. He followed the path back down again, coming to rest with his palm on the curve of James’ naked hip. “I kind of like that look on you—well-fucked, exhausted and helpless under me—can't go wrong there in my book, baby."
He lay on his back with the big man at his side. Head propped up on one arm, Bram leaned over him, their bodies pressed together, stretched out on the wrinkled and bunched down comforter, the firelight making early winter shadows dance around the room.
The air was thick with the scent of cum, sweat and firewood, a heady, delicious, comforting smell that soothed James’ raw senses. Making love with Bram fried all his nerves on a regular basis but when they went at it rough and unbridled, when Bram fucked him harder and deeper than James thought he could stand it, the big man totally in control of all of James’ responses, James was drained senseless. He was sore, achy and gloriously sated.
"You really are a caveman.” James snorted and twisted his wrists. He wasn't really in any hurry. He enjoyed the pressure on his flesh, the drying stains reminding him of his climax. The ache in his ass was almost as thrilling now as it had been when Bram stretched and filled him, massaging his insides with his satin steel cock until he burned as bright as the flames beside them. His ass clenched at the memory.
"But I'm your caveman.” It was a smug growl of triumphant, sexy, deep-throated, teasing.
It vibrated right through Bram's chest and into James. No one thrilled him, understood him or cared for him the way Bram did. Not even his own family. His chest was suddenly too small to hold his heart.
"There's no way I'll ever forget that.” His chest tightened and his eyes burned. He didn't know how much happiness could hurt until he met Bram. “Or regret that."
"No regrets? Not one?” Bram cupped James face. The firelight caught in the man's eyes and James could literally see the joy and satisfaction he heard in Bram's voice shining there.
"It's been a hell of ride since day one, lover.” James could barely rasp out the words, his throat was so tight with emotion.
"A little rough-going some days?” Bram soothed a thumb over James swollen lower lip, a spark of renewed passion in his husky, raw voice.
"Yeah, a little.” James raised his bound hands and pulled the thumb from his lip, holding so he could lick it between words. “But remember, with you—I like it rough."
J.L. Langley & Dick D
One Good Favor
Evan looked out the passenger side of his truck, trying to keep his mind off of Buck. It was probably a good thing Mark was driving. Every time Evan started thinking about his horse he got all depressed. Buck should have had a few more years in him. Why'd he have to go and die while they were on the road? Right in the middle of the season no less. Evan pulled his hat down further over his eyes. The sun was making them all watery.
It was bad enough Evan lost a friend and companion, but he was going to have to come up with the dough to buy a new horse, too. Not just a new horse, but one trained for roping. He didn't have time, or the heart, to break in a new mount. He wanted Buck back. Hell, he still had that box of sugar cubes in the glove box for Buck.
"Quit brooding, Evan. Everything will work out. If you need it, you can use some of my prize money. This is one of the best horse ranches in the country. Two Spirits Ranch is known for their roping and barrel-racing stock. Damn lucky we were in New Mexico anyway.” Mark made a left hand turn onto a dirt road.
"Easy for you to say. Dotty is in the trailer behind us.” Evan looked out the back window, checking on Dotty, Mark's horse. Dotty was a good girl. She probably missed Buck too.
Michael Martin Murphy's Wildfire, came on the radio. Damn. Talk about timing. No way could he listen to that song right now. Buck had been given to Evan by his parents on Evan's tenth birthday. Evan blinked back tears—damned sun—and reached for his truck radio and flipped channels, finding a classic rock station.
Mark groaned. “I miss Buck too. Hell, he's been with us since we started, but we don't have time to dwell on it. Listen, I talked to the owner's son, Adam, and he's waiting on us. He's said he'd even set us up some calves to practice on. They have a small practice arena on site."
Thank god for small favors. Evan nodded. He wanted to be mad at Mark for his cold, pragmatic attitude, but Mark was right, they didn't have time for a pity party. “It cost me five hundred to have him picked up from the stables and cremated. I still have twelve grand in savings, but it's going to be tight. Buying this truck last season really put a crimp in things. I guess I can have my mom and dad wire me more if I need it."
"Nah, no need. I've got about ten grand in savings. We'll make it. It shouldn't be more than around ten to twelve grand. Assuming you get a good one and we win some prize money, you'll be back on track in no time. I won't even charge you interest.” Mark chuckled, punching Evan in the shoulder, then taking another left.
Evan chuckled too. Interes
t was a standing joke with them. Mark's parents weren't very understanding about Mark roping for a living. Anytime Mark borrowed money from his folks, he got charged ten percent interest. Needless to say, Mark hadn't borrowed from them in years. “I should say not. I bought that damned saddle for you last season when yours got stolen."
"Wow.” Mark's eyes widened, then a slow smile crept across his face.
The sheer awe in Marks's voice told Evan he wasn't talking about the no interest comment. Evan glanced forward to see what his friend was looking at. “Whoa.” The place was huge and picturesque. It was a scene right out of a picture book, or a contemporary western movie. A white vinyl fence ran all around the property, right up to the front gates. Over the entrance was a sign that read Two Spirits Ranch branded into an oblong piece of wood. It was everything Evan dreamed of having one day. A big white house on a hill came into view as they drove up the winding dirt road. Barns, corrals, stables and what must be the small arena Mark mentioned dotted the left side of the property a few hundred yards before the main house. Small, my foot. It was easily the size of any arena Evan had ridden in, bigger than the corral where they practiced on Evan's parent's farm. Quarter Horses, Appaloosas and Paints milled about the pastures.
"Yea, I knew it was big, but damn. If we can't find you a horse here we might as well pack it up and go home."
Evan watched a black horse with white socks and a white diamond on his forehead run by as they drove over a cattle guard. Oh man. He was beautiful. Evan stared, turning back over his shoulder to watch the horse out of the back window until the trailer blocked his view. “I'm more concerned about affording one. I've no doubt I can find one I like.” He was starting to get a little excited. He loved Buck, but he hadn't gotten to pick him out. Actually, he'd never gotten to buy a horse. The possibility made the tightness in Evan's chest ease a bit, but then guilt set in, wilting the budding excitement. He felt like a traitor.
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