The Philanthropist and the Paratrooper (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Taylor Brooks

  That combined with the feelings welling up in his heart were beginning to wreak havoc on his mind, body, and soul. Brad had a feeling that there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for Trace and surprisingly the idea didn’t scare him. Something had brought him to this town, and he now knew that something was Trace Jennings.

  With a need that went deeper than his need to come, Brad grabbed onto Trace’s hips and drove into him with a force that was not just filled with lust, but something more. He wasn’t just going to fuck Trace, Brad was going to make love to him. He wanted to claim him, take him, and make him his own.

  They both screamed in the quiet room, each of them for different reasons. Brad could feel his heart slowly slipping away. Trace may not know it, but Brad was giving it to him. Whether he asked for it, or even wanted it, Brad was releasing it, giving it freely to the man whose tight ass was pumping his cock as he fucked him.

  It was then that Brad realized just how true his quiet thoughts were. He looked down and noticed that his body was motionless. Trace bucked against him, the motion of his hips forcing Brad’s cock to slide in and out of his ass over and over again.

  The sight was beyond beautiful and unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Brad watched in amazement as his cock disappeared into Trace’s ass every other second, each time feeling hotter and closer to climax than the last.

  With a jolt, Brad’s balls drew up tight like hard marbles and he felt the quicksilver shoot through his body. He hadn’t even felt it build before it was already there. He let out a howl, screaming with his release. His body no longer remained still while he worked with Trace, bucking and fucking as his cock swelled and spilled his hot sticky seed into the best-looking ass he’d ever seen.

  Every nerve ending in Brad’s body was hypersensitive. From his hair, right on down to his toes, he felt as though an inferno was making its way across his body.

  Trace pushed himself up and reached his hands around to grab onto Brad’s neck. He held the two of their bodies together while Brad shook and trembled through his orgasm. Brad couldn’t move even if he wanted to. His body was numb and tiny prickles worked their way across his senses.

  Brad had no idea how much time had passed when he felt the comforting blanket of Trace’s kiss on the side of his mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled, still in a euphoric state.

  “How was that?”

  Brad grinned and muttered a sound which probably didn’t make much sense to anyone but himself.

  “Was that a yes?” Trace asked.

  With a contented sigh, Brad answered, “Oh yes. That is a definitive yes, baby.”

  “Baby?” Trace licked along Brad’s jawline.

  “Sorry. It just kind of slipped out. If you don’t like it, I won’t say it—”

  “I didn’t say that. I kind of like it,” Trace told him.

  Brad cocked an eyebrow and smirked at Trace. “Well in that case, baby…you are amazing. I’ve never felt so…I don’t know. Wow is the only word that really comes to mind.”

  Trace chuckled. “I’ll take a wow on any day.”

  Brad kissed the tip of Trace’s nose and held onto Trace tightly, allowing the events of such a short span to soak into his mind and to really believe them all to be real. He may not have known what he was in store for when he drifted into this small dot on the map of a town, but this felt right. Being here with Trace almost felt like this was where he was supposed to be.

  Chapter Ten

  Trace opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh sunlight that spilled into the room. Brad was just coming inside and carrying a bag of what smelled like his mother’s fresh baked pastries.

  As he watched the silhouette of Brad’s body come back into the room, Trace felt a sneaky word work its way into his mind. Love danced through his mind but didn’t come free.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey there, sleepyhead. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you,” Brad said as he closed the door and set the bag down on the bedside table.

  Trace stretched and let out a growl of fatigue. “I should get up and take Airborne for a walk.”

  Brad reached over and pressed his fingertip against Trace’s lips. “Already done. He and I went down to the diner and grabbed some breakfast.”

  Trace listened to him, wondering if he had imagined what he’d heard. Next to his mother, Airborne was just as important to him. The fact that Brad had been considerate enough to think of such a thing truly touched him. The gesture only intensified the growing feelings he was having for Brad.

  Reaching up, Trace grabbed Brad and pulled him down on top of him. He crushed his lips against Brad’s as his tongue slid past them in search of the kiss that aroused him so intensely. He wanted him. He ached for him. He needed him, and no words could possibly do justice to what he was feeling.

  Brad wrapped his arms around Trace’s body. His hands roamed with the same hunger that Trace felt. Their heads moved from side to side, each of them seeking more as their tongues touched and stroked one another. The more Trace took from him, the more that he wanted.

  His cock was already stirring, growing thick and hard with lust when Brad’s hand firmly grabbed hold of his dick. The sensation sent shockwaves through his body. He was hard as stone and already leaking in anticipation.

  Brad pulled away and they both began ripping at each other’s clothes. Trace heard a button from Brad’s shirt make a pinging sound when it was torn free and flew across the room. The faint sound of fabric being torn came next as Trace peeled Brad’s clothes off of him.

  He couldn’t get enough of Brad and tried as best he could to touch any part of his body. He lavished kisses along any part of his skin that Trace’s mouth could reach. He nibbled his ear, sucked along his neck, and gently sank his teeth into his shoulder.

  Brad made quick work of his pants and gave them a kick when they pooled around his ankles. It was obvious that he wanted to be naked just as much as Trace wanted him to be. Trace liked the lustful urgency he saw in his lover’s hurried motions.

  Brad wasted no time and took full advantage of his position of being on top. He worked his way down Trace’s body and wrapped his mouth around his cock. He slid down to the base and nearly swallowed him whole as Trace’s head hit the back of Brad’s throat.

  “Oh, fuck…yes…that’s it. Don’t stop.”

  Trace threw back his head and grabbed onto the back of Brad’s head. He massaged his fingers through Brad’s hair as his head bobbed up and down on his shaft. The underside of his cock felt on fire, as though actual flames were licking it, and not just Brad’s tongue.

  “I want to fuck you,” Trace muttered with a deep and husky voice.

  Brad looked up, Trace’s cock still in his mouth. He slowly released him and replaced his lips with his hands. “Yeah? I want that too. I want that so damn bad that I fantasized about it all night.”

  Brad’s hands were wrapped around him, pumping him intently while his words offered a different type of seduction.

  “I want to take you in your ass. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll never want for another cock again.” Trace said the words without even thinking and wondered if Brad knew just how serious he really was.

  “Oh God,” Brad whispered. “I want that too. I want your cock buried so deep inside my ass that no one will…” Brad hesitated and slowed his hand.

  “Don’t do that. Don’t stop. Tell me what you were going to say.” Trace gently ran his fingers through Brad’s hair. “Please.”

  “I want you to make me yours. I want you to fuck me and claim me. I want…you.”

  Oh Jesus.

  If his cock wasn’t already as hard as stone, Brad’s desperate plea mixed with the desperation he saw in his eyes sealed the deal. Trace had taken many men before, he’d even been taken by many himself, but none of them mattered as much as Brad did. In this moment, Trace knew it to be true.

  “If I do, you will belong to me and only me. There can never be another again. Are you sure
you want that?” Please say yes, Trace silently prayed to himself.

  “Yes. I want that. I want you and only you,” Brad answered.

  Thank God.

  Trace ran his hand along Brad’s jawline, gently stroking his thumb across his morning stubble and cupped his cheek. If he went ahead and did this, it would only intensify his feelings for Brad. It would no longer be a matter of wanting him, but needing him.

  Slowly, Trace pushed Brad off of him and got off the bed. He walked to his jeans on the floor and reached into his pocket, thankful that he’d been smart enough to grab more than one condom from the gift shop.

  His dick stood out at attention, leaking on the tip and throbbing from the blood flowing through it. He found the foil package and made quick work of it before tossing it on the carpet. Trace turned, sliding the condom over his tip before turning back toward the bed.

  Brad was ready and waiting for him on the bed, his ass out and on all fours as he stroked his cock. “Fuck me, baby.”

  His voice was so soft and quiet that Trace could barely hear his words, though there was no mistaking what had been said. Trace’s heart warmed and constricted under the emotions that overpowered him. For Brad to want to be his, and no one else’s, after such a short time felt more to Trace that any other time he’d taken someone before. Before, Trace had sex with men, but now, this here was different. With Brad he was going to fuck him and love him.

  Trace climbed on the bed behind Brad. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  Trace had never said that to another man before. He’d never even wanted to. The words were true, their sentiment real, and they slipped free from his subconscious as easily as taking a breath.

  Brad turned back and stared at Trace intently. “Good, because I think I already fell for you last night.”

  Trace pressed his lips against Brad’s lower back and allowed his lips to linger while his tongue licked at the tiny dimples above Brad’s ass. It was no longer about teasing Brad, or even just bringing him pleasure. This was about possession, primal and raw possession. They were claiming one another in everything they did. Their kiss, their touch, their bodies each had purpose in what they did.

  Trace lifted his head. His cock was unbelievably and painfully hard. He was way past leaking and now his cock oozed pre-cum into the condom stretched tightly across his cock.

  His hips began to move of their own accord as Trace positioned himself behind Brad’s ass. He held his cock in one hand, stroking himself while his other hand worked its way into the tight hole that he would soon be inside.

  He was mesmerized by the sensation of the tiny muscles contracting against his finger. He couldn’t imagine how exquisite it would feel against his cock and couldn’t wait to find out.

  Brad’s hips slowly rocked back and forth against his hand as he moaned and begged for more fingers. Trace hadn’t ever seen anything quite so beautiful, as Brad dropped his head forward and whimpered in pleasure when Trace added a second and then a third digit.

  Urgency fueled Trace. He didn’t think he could wait a moment longer. No amount of self-control could have held him back at that point. He released his fingers and spread Brad’s cheeks wide apart. With hunger he stared at the pulsing hole that taunted him.

  Trace massaged Brad’s cheeks, taking in the glory hole he was about to conquer. Then with precision and a purpose unlike any he’d ever known, Trace slowly worked his cock against the entrance. He inhaled the pungent aroma of cock and ass filling the room. His nostrils filled with the aroma of raw sex and lust.

  “Trace, please…fuck me,” Brad begged.

  Trace looked up and saw the pleading in Brad’s eyes. He then nodded and pushed himself forward, his cock poking at the entrance and pushing ever so slightly inside Brad’s ass. He was suddenly nervous and afraid to hurt Brad. It wasn’t like this was his first time, and he knew very well that any pain Brad would feel would soon subside and leave him feeling nothing but good. That didn’t stop him from hesitating though. This wasn’t just any other time, with Brad it was different. It was special.

  Brad’s eyes hadn’t left his and Trace’s chest thumped while his pulse raced. Anticipation and anxiety were fighting against one another in his subconscious as he scooted forward on the bed. Brad’s legs were spread wide. Trace pushed just the tip of his cock further inside. Brad winced and his hands knuckled against the sheets from the obvious pain Trace was causing him. He wanted to stop or at least slow his motions, but he couldn’t help himself from pushing forward and taking Brad.

  Slowly he slid a little further inside, pushing and testing the limits of Brad’s tight hole and Trace’s own restraint. Sweat beaded on Trace’s forehead and he saw the discomfort in Brad’s tensed body. The sight brought Trace back to his first time, and he remembered the pain of that first stretch when one’s virgin hole was breached. It also reminded him of the sweet pleasure he felt once those muscles finally did give way.

  “Do you trust me?” Trace asked.

  Brad nodded and bit his lower lip. It was clear that Trace being inside him even a couple of inches was causing enormous discomfort.

  “I’m going to do something. It’s going to hurt like hell for a second, but I need you to trust me that I will make you feel good.”

  Trace reached around and grasped Brad’s cock in his hand and began stroking him. His movements were not slow and seductive, they were fierce and animalistic. Brad responded the way he knew he would. His head fell back as he continued to work him until his cock leaked.

  Trace knew then that he was ready. Brad was at the height of his arousal and it was the perfect time to completely take him. Trace thrust himself forward, fully enveloping himself into the tiny confines of his lover’s ass.

  Brad screamed from the intrusion. His ass’s inner walls and muscles throbbed and pulsated against Trace’s cock. He was so close, his orgasm clawing its way up his spine violently, trying to break free.

  He continued stroking Brad, despite the sensations wracking his own body. Suddenly he felt Brad move, his hips thrusting and working with his hand and rocking against his cock. He was nestled so tightly inside Brad he didn’t want to move, but a moment later a moan from his lover changed his mind. He began pumping himself into the tight and sweet vise that was fucking him just as much as he was fucking it.

  Brad looked back and their gazes locked on one another. Heavy breathing filled the room and the sound of his thighs slapping against Brad’s ass cheeks also filled the room. He inhaled deeply, searching for air. His nostrils flared with the smell of hot sex that permeated his senses.

  “Oh my God!” Brad shouted just as he started to come.

  His contorted body and face showed the depths in which his climax took hold of him. The sight was more than Trace could handle. He pumped into Brad once, twice, a third and final fourth time until he felt his release break free.

  Like an earthquake shaking and cracking the surface of the Hoover Dam, Trace felt the rush of his hot cum shoot through him and into the tight cavern of Brad’s ass. For several moments his body shook and convulsed under the intensity of his climax.

  Trace couldn’t help but feel as though every ounce of his soul was being drained from his body. He hadn’t been wrong. This, what he was doing with Brad, wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. This was something much more. This was love.

  In that moment as his cum continued to fill Brad he wasn’t just giving him his body. He was giving him his heart. Trace Jennings had fallen in love with Brad Harrington, the mysterious stranger who had only been in his life for a day.

  Chapter Eleven

  Later than afternoon, Trace had taken Airborne home to get some food and check on his place. The morning had been spent in bed, fucking and making love to Brad as they learned more about one another. In his wildest dreams, Trace never believed that he could ever have the feelings that he did for Brad. He didn’t even think they existed.

  His dri
ve home and drive back into town had been filled with music blaring on the radio and a happy shit-eating grin on his face. It didn’t make sense and there was no way to explain how quickly it had happened, but after everything he’d been through in life, Trace finally felt purpose.

  At least he had. Right up until the moment he got back to the diner and hotel’s parking lot to find Brad’s Ford Bronco gone. At first he figured maybe he’d taken a drive or went to the store. His theory was quickly disproved when he went into the room they had left smelling like hot sex. Brad and any trace that he was even there was suddenly gone. His bags were no longer lying on the floor by the small dresser. His toiletries were no longer spread out along the medicine cabinet of the bathroom counter.

  He had gone. Just as quickly as he’d come into his life he’d disappeared. To say he was pissed was one thing, but Trace felt the sting of betrayal in a much worse way. He’d trusted Brad, truly trusted him, and he didn’t trust anyone.

  He sat in the diner and clutched his coffee cup. He hadn’t touched his breakfast and had no intention of eating a single bite. He felt sick to his stomach and had to fight the urge to hurl.

  “All right, what’s going on?”

  Trace looked up to see his mother standing over him with a disapproving glare. “Not now, Mom.”

  “Nice try, but I’m not going to let you get away with that one this time. You’ve been sitting over your favorite lunch for the past two hours. You’ve drank at least six cups of coffee and everyone has come and gone without you even eating a single bite.”

  He looked up and around the diner. He hadn’t even realized it until she pointed it out, but she was right. He was the only customer left.

  “Sorry. I’ll leave. I’m not very hungry.”

  “Stop it. Come on now, sweetheart. Sometimes I think you don’t realize how well I know you. I can see that you’re hurting. I noticed it the second you walked in here this morning. I figured it was just another bad morning and whatever was bothering you would go away, but it hasn’t. It’s only gotten worse. And now you’re throwing back cups of coffee like you’re trying to stay awake all night long.”