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

by Taylor Brooks

  However much time passed, Brad had no idea. It didn’t much matter either. Time didn’t matter when he was with Trace. He just wanted to get lost in the man who woke his body, heart, and soul.

  Trace began moving them, walking them down the hall on the way to the master bedroom as their tongues greedily fed off one another like two virginal boys. Their hands never stopped roaming. Their tongues never missed a moment of slippery enticement.

  Twice they knocked into furniture and the surrounding walls as they made their way to the bedroom. Brace pulled himself away from the kiss and looked into Trace’s eyes as they stood in the palatial room that overlooked Manhattan. Trace’s eyes always struck him with such feeling and emotion.

  “I want you so bad. I can’t believe that it’s only been eight hours. It feels like a lifetime,” Brad told him.

  “Mmm…is that so?” Trace brushed his lips against Brad’s, teasing him. “What exactly do you want to do to me?”

  “Anything. Everything. You drive me so crazy I can’t even think straight.”

  Trace let out a boisterous evil laugh. “Muahaha. My plan is working then.”

  “You have no idea how well it’s working. No idea at all,” Brad brazenly admitted.

  “Oh, babe.” Trace dropped his head down and kissed the crook of Brad’s neck. “I want you too.”

  The two of them stepped away from one another and began undressing in haste. Their eyes remained locked on one another as they each removed their clothes, throwing them to the floor. They made quick work of the annoying and confining clothes which held them prisoner until they stood completely naked before each other.

  Trace’s body was still perfect in Brad’s eyes. He knew that Trace was self-conscience of the angry and puffy scar that rode up his thigh, but to Brad he’d never seen a more beautiful man.

  His muscular chest was sprinkled with brown curly hairs that Brad loved to run his fingers through whenever he was taking Trace in his mouth. His skin was still tanned, despite the rainy fall weather that had plagued New York in the past two weeks. There wasn’t a part of him that Brad didn’t love, especially his cock. It was so thick and full as it hung heavy against Trace’s inner thigh. Its veins protruded underneath the stretched skin, offering such delightful memories of what those veins felt like against his tongue whenever Trace fucked his throat.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Brad admitted, his words full of emotion.

  Brad smiled when Trace blushed. It was strange to him, and somewhat charming, that such an alpha male could have such a bashful side. He didn’t show it often, but when he did, it was absolutely adorable.

  Trace took a few steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked his cock as he said, “Would you look at what you caused now? You’ve gone and made him hard again.”

  Brad walked toward him. “Aww…that’s a shame. You know how much I hate it when that happens.”

  “Sorry, I guess you’re going to have to do something about it,” Trace teased.

  “Well, I’m not the only guilty party here, buddy.” Brad looked down and began stroking his own cock. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and he simply smiled at Trace in a challenge.

  “Maybe you should come a little closer. I’ll fix you up really good.”

  Brad did as he asked and stepped inside the opening of Trace’s thighs where he sat on the edge of the bed. He then squeezed his cock in his hand, stroking it firmly until the tip was decorated with a bead of pre-cum sitting atop his head.

  “Show me how,” Brad urged him.

  Trace didn’t hesitate. His mouth closed over the head and his lips clamped down just as he slid the length of Brad’s cock clear back into the depths of his throat. Brad reached around, grabbing onto Trace’s head, in an attempt to brace himself.

  Fuck, but it felt good. Trace always made him feel good. The man was a genius with every part of his body. He could already feel his dick throbbing, threatening to spill into Trace’s mouth. Brad pulled out abruptly.

  “What’s wrong?” Trace asked, his face etched in concern.

  “Nothing’s wrong. I was already close. I didn’t want to come yet.”

  Trace grinned and increased his firm hold on Brad’s cock. In a flash Trace wrapped his lips back around him and began sucking him off. This time he did it with more zeal. He was hungry and thirsty for Brad’s cum. He understood that craving all too well. He’d experienced it himself enough times before. Brad looked down at him and marveled at the sight. Trace’s cheeks were sunken in, his head turning from side to side and moving up and down as he continued to suck him off.

  “Fuck. Do you have any idea how good you feel.” Brad hissed out between rapid breaths.

  Trace mumbled something, but with his voice vibrating against his cock he couldn’t make it out. Then he slid his tongue out and around Brad’s cock, swirling it around his entire length as he continued to bring him to the brink of oblivion.

  “I’ll be right back.” Brad quickly ran from the bedroom to the bathroom. It had only taken him a minute to find the condoms that were still in the drawer they’d left them in earlier that morning. Granted this was their last one of the two boxes they’d purchased just two weeks earlier. Brad couldn’t help but laugh at Trace’s suggestion that he was investing in the wrong type of companies.

  As he sheathed himself in the orange-colored and flavored latex, he prayed he wouldn’t come from the sheer motion of protecting his cock. As it was, his climax was lingering just barely beneath the surface.

  He returned a moment later to find Trace lying on the bed. His thick and heavy cock filled his palm as he stroked himself off. It amazed Brad that no one had managed to tie Trace down before now, because Brad easily felt like the luckiest man alive to have him in his life and bed every night. Everything about Trace seemed like a dream come true.

  Trace lifted his ass up off the bed and held himself behind his knees as soon as Brad climbed onto the bed. The submissive and giving position was a contradiction to Trace’s normal take-charge attitude, but it turned Brad on just the same.

  Brad dipped his head down and swiped his head across the tip of Trace’s cock. Gently he sucked the tip free of the succulent pre-cum as he reached down and worked his fingers past the crack of Trace’s ass. His fingers slid past Trace’s entrance without resistance. That didn’t come as much of a surprise to him though. They had sex at least once a day if not more. They fucked like teenage newlyweds who’d been fed a platter full of aphrodisiacs. They both figured they were making up for lost time.

  Trace began moving with Brad’s fingers and his moans filled the room. His body bucked and Brad wasn’t sure he could last a minute longer without taking what he so desperately needed. He needed to feel that tight heat around his cock.

  “Are you ready?” Brad asked him.

  Trace nodded with a bitten lip and lifted his ass further off the bed, giving Brad easier access to his hole.

  Brad slid his cock between the crack of Trace’s ass. Spreading his cheeks apart, he positioned himself at Trace’s entrance. He lined himself up, using his hands and cock as his guide. Then slowly he slid inside. He felt Trace tense a tiny bit but didn’t stop. His hips moved faster, urging Brad further along.

  “Fuck me, baby!” Trace bit out between a clenched jaw.

  Brad would have done anything for him and fulfilling such a request was no different. He didn’t hesitate a single moment longer and thrust himself deep into the tight heat of Trace’s asshole until his balls slapped against his cheeks.

  Trace tensed for a moment and screamed out in what Brad could only imagine was a mixture of both pleasure and pain. He held himself there. He knew the conflicting emotions all too well himself. He also knew exactly how to alleviate it.

  The tiny muscles of Trace’s ass pulsated around his cock, causing a ripple to make his spine tremble. Slowly, and after several moments of patience they started to slow their pace until all that was left was a slight rumble of pulses going through
his cock.

  “Oh, God, baby…you feel so damn good.” Trace’s voice came out in strangled whispers.

  Brad rocked his hips back and forth, gently sliding out and back up into the hilt. “So do you, baby. So do you…” Brad could barely get the words out he was so close.

  Brad reached down and took Trace’s cock in his hand. He stroked it, squeezing it firmly as he watched it swell in his hand.

  Trace screamed out. “Yes!”

  Brad no longer cared about his penthouse, his money, or all the luxuries in the world. None of them bought him what Trace gave him. True happiness. This was all he ever needed. Just Trace. Well, and a bed with lots of condoms, he mused.

  A life with Trace was exactly what he’d been searching for without even knowing what it was he was looking for. Trace was more than a life partner, he was a gift. A wonderful and amazing gift just simply given to him. He’d be damned if he was going to do a thing to ruin it.

  The outside world washed away and Brad drove hard and fast into Trace’s ass. For several minutes he plowed his ass. Quick and unrelenting, he fucked Trace and brought them both just to the edge of the cliff.

  Trace’s cock was growing thicker with every second and Brad felt the claw of his own orgasm just beneath the surface of his skin. Being with Trace like this, Brad felt ten feet tall and bulletproof. The way their bodies moved, knowing that they belonged to one another and no one else, was like a drug, a strong and addictive drug that Brad couldn’t live without.

  The sound of wet and hot sex filled the room, as their skin slapped together in the quiet room. They each were on a mission, a mission to fuck each other until they dropped.

  Trace screamed. “Oh God. Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

  Nothing ever turned on Brad as much as the sight of seeing Trace get off. It was especially hot knowing that he was the cause of his pleasure. Suddenly, Trace exploded with his orgasm, covering his hand with his hot sticky cum.

  The sight was Brad’s undoing. He couldn’t hold on a moment longer. He threw his head back and let out a guttural howl when his own climax struck him.

  Brad’s balls drew up painfully tight just as an electric charge surged through his body. A flash and a crash of a thousand thunderbolts shot through his body as he thrust forward one final time and lost himself in the tight confines of Trace’s ass.

  Brad’s body jolted with every spurt of his semen that spilled into Trace’s hole. It seemed to go on forever, unrelenting and a never-ending wave of orgasm, until finally Brad was able to breathe again. For several moments.

  Brad’s body and soul were consumed with sensations that were so strong they couldn’t be described by mere words. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he felt the soothing touch of Trace’s fingertips on his chest. “Hey, you.”

  Brad opened his eyes, surprised to find that he’d even closed them. “Hey.”

  “Is it me? Or does the sex get better every time?”

  Brad smiled. “It is you, as in it’s your fault. But, I’m not complaining and you’re right. It blows me away each and every time.”

  “I must admit, I never thought I’d find anything like this. I feel so lucky to have you in my life.”

  “I’m the lucky one.” Brad framed Trace’s face in his hands. “I love you so much. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t thank God that I turned off that highway and into Purgatoire Valley.”

  Trace grinned that devil-may-care expression he had and whispered, “I love you too, babe. I love you so damn much that I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure you’re really real.”

  Brad’s heart exploded with a million tiny butterflies. Trace, despite his rough edges, had a way with words. He knew how to make Brad feel special and like the only man in the world. That was what he’d needed, what he had wanted for so long. Now that he had it, he understood very well exactly what Trace meant.

  Their love was pure, one of a kind. Their paths might have never crossed if neither of them had decided to take a chance on one another. They’d had every reason in the world to not trust each other and use their past to build walls around their hearts, but neither of them had done that.

  They’d trusted their instincts, followed their hearts, and took a chance on a complete stranger and in the process they’d managed to fall in love. For the first time in Brad’s life he knew what it was like to truly live and love.

  He’d never had a family before. He’d never had anyone who loved him for anything, other than himself. With this man, though, this gorgeous and wonderfully amazing man, Bradley Harrington hadn’t just found a new path, he’d found his very future.

  Looking back Brad wasn’t sure who had seduced who, or who had fallen for the other first, and none of that mattered. All that mattered was that they had each other. Until death do them part, until their very last breath, they had finally found their soul mate.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Taylor Brooks first fell in love with writing when she penned her first book for Siren Publishing, Take Me. She’s also an avid reader and finds herself drawn to the stories told of gay lovers, and finds the passion told in such stories absolutely beautiful. This also explains why her genre of choice for her writing is GLBT.

  In addition to her Sultry SoCal, Rocky Mountain Man Hunt, and Z Pac Alpha Shifter series, Taylor has many stories brewing inside her head just itching to break free. Stay tuned for more as she strives for exciting ways to tease and please her readers.

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