Authors: Laura Baumbach
Tags: #Gay, #Fiction, #Erotica
Reaching over to the bedside table, Bram pulled open the single drawer and rummaged through its contents one-handed. He produced a crinkled and creased sheet of paper and laid it on the tabletop before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on James, this time on his ready lips.
"That says I'm clean. It's less than six months old and I've never had sex without protection, ever." Bram smoothed the stray curls back from James' forehead. "But I want to. With you, Jamie. I don't want there to be any barriers between us, not even the thin wall of a condom."
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Bram kissed him again and pried open James' mouth with his lips to dart his tongue inside the hot cavity. He coaxed James' tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it, stroking the silky underside until James moaned and writhed under him. He rested his forehead on James' brow.
"I want to be naked inside you, Jamie. I want to feel your tight little ass grab a hold of my cock and milk it with its slick, hot walls." Bram pushed against James with his fully engorged shaft. James felt his ass grow warm and slippery from the fluid leaking out of the tip.
"I want to ram myself into you, reach the center of you. Pump my come into you, flood you with it." Bram's lips rapidly worked their way around James' face to breathe heavy and hot into the delicate shell of his ear. He swirled and licked at the tender skin in between panted words of desire and urgent longing. "I want to know after I pull out, part of me is dripping into every crack and corner inside of you, coating you. With me. My come, seeping into your body, into your soul, making you mine."
Bram panted heavily and rubbed his prickly cheek over James' jaw. "I want to make you mine. Claim you. Let me claim you, Jamie. I want you to feel me inside of you. Every pulse of my cock, every spurt of juice, every hot drop of my load, just for you."
Rolling his head from side to side, James grunted out a jerky, lust-filled series of barely understandable syllables. "Dear God, yes, please! I'm good, too. Don't have a paper on me, but --" His words and thoughts were silenced by Bram's tongue thrusting down his throat.
James groaned, restless and frustrated, digging his fingertips into the smooth planes of flesh pressed against him, longing to touch more of this glorious, passionate lover.
Ending the kiss, Bram pulled back to sit up on his haunches. Taking hold of James' hips, he hauled them up his thighs and onto his lap in one swift, violent motion. He slipped his long arms under James' bent legs so the knees rested in the crooks of his elbows. His full cock strutted in the air, deep red and leaking, glorious and bold, its veins and ridges engorged and pulsing.
Gathering James closer, he grabbed both of their cocks in one massive, callused hand and pulled a few rough, fast strokes up the burning shafts.
James grunted at the sudden coarse caress and arched up into it, the raw, insistent grip heightening his need to touch. He reached out with his bound hands and was surprised when Bram yanked them forward and down, forcing them over their erections. His fingers were wrapped around Bram's stiffening thickness and his own shaft nestled between his restrained wrists. James clamped his forearms together to increase the friction on his own member and worked his two-handed fist up and down over Bram.
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A deep, animal groan rumbled from the back of Bram's throat. He stared down at their joined bodies.
"Look at you. Look, baby. Your bound hands, stroking my cock, working me over. It's so hot. Look at you. Look at us, baby. Do it." He ran his palms up James' sides and over his chest, leaning forward to pluck and roll his nipples into taut nubs of fire. "Look."
The change in position forced James to curl up tighter. He tore his gaze away from Bram's sweat-covered face and awed expression and did as Bram demanded.
The sight of his own stiff cock rubbing along the insides of his lashed wrists, rasping over the sharp edged wrinkles of the improvised restraint, made his head swim and his prick swell.
The feel of Bram's stout rod under his fingers was like satin over molten steel -- hot, heavy and growing. The flared, leaking head exploded through his fist like a mushroom growing in time-lapsed photography only to submerge and explode again and again.
Creamy moisture spilled from its slit and coated James' hands, slicking the tight sheath of his fist. His thumb rubbed at the underside of the glans, massaging and teasing the rim.
James looked up to see Bram's face contorted into an anguished grimace of lustful, savage bliss. James had never seen anything so feral and erotic. He wanted to make this man explode with a white-hot pleasure so violent and so raw, he'd never look for anyone else but James to bed.
Increasing the speed of his strokes, James was startled to have his hands encased in a grip so powerful his fingers ached. He could only imagine the force being exerted on Bram's shaft. He was more amazed as his hands were pushed to the root and clamped down even harder.
"Jesus, baby! What you do to me!" Bram panted and growled. "A little bondage and your sweet mouth and I'm popping my load before the evening gets underway. Holy Christ, baby, you're ruining me!"
The hot, harsh words washed over James like a tidal wave of lust and he shuddered.
Bram's primal growl grated into an anguished groan. "Fuck!" Panting like a racehorse, he grew rigid, eyes clenched tight and every muscle in his sculptured form tensed as he fought to delay and control his release.
Held motionless, James drank in the sight of the bronzed beast that had captured him and memorized every detail about the man. He watched a rivulet of sweat run down Bram's neck, then trickle over the man's bulging pecs to drip off the tip of his erect nipple, a drop at a time, and splash onto James' quivering belly. The effect was like being pelted with sparks from a raging fire.
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James used Bram's crushing hold on his hands as a counterpoint to pull against and surged up to lick the next drop of sweat from Bram's full tit. Latching onto the nub, he jabbed it with a stiff tongue and worried it with his teeth, pulling it taut, then releasing it as he slowly lowered himself back down to the bed.
His fevered gaze locked with Bram's near wild stare. He licked his lips to savor the lingering salty, musk taste of the man. "Take me. Pound my ass, caveman. Make me taste you like you promised. Claim me." Unused to verbalizing his desires in bed, James flushed, excited and embarrassed by his own words.
"I say when, baby. I say when." Reduced to a guttural rumble for speech, but in control of his body's responses once more, Bram released their shafts and plucked at a stray end of James' impromptu bonds. The plastic tie fell away, leaving deep red creases on the tender flesh.
Bram picked up both wrists and brought them to his lips one at a time, where he lavished the raw marks with wet, gentle laps from his tongue. He ended the bath by placing a kiss on the center of each palm, then lowered James' arms to the bed. He leaned forward, slid his hands under the fullness of James' ass and chastely kissed his heavily panting partner.
"When." Bram's raw, hungry growl hissed into James' ear at the same time his backside was lifted and his cheeks separated. A blunt, slick rod of lava-hot steel drove through his tight opening and plunged deep into his channel.
"Fuck!" James arched his body and threw his head back onto the pillow, the intense burn of the sudden stretch painful, but eagerly embraced.
Expecting Bram to ram the length of his thick cock to the root, he wrapped his legs around the man's waist, his hands braced on the man's broad, sweat-slicked shoulders. He shivered as the pleasant burn in his ass spread as his passage fluttered and spasmed around the intruder. Held motionless, James felt like Bram's heated palms were branding their imprint on his ass.
"Uh!" Bram groaned and pressed his head against James' flushed face. "Home again.
God, I've been missing this." Another deep groan rumbled through his chest. "Missing you, baby."
He captured James' mouth and ravaged it, the kiss demanding and rough, relentless and overpowering, leaving no doubt in James' mind who was in control.
Bram began to thrust in long jabs, plunging deeper and deeper, impaling James' with a hammering motion that rocked the entire bed.
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Wanting another taste of the beefy man plundering him, James swiped his tongue over a dusky nipple. Bram grabbed him by the hair with one hand and pressed his mouth to the crinkled bud. "Oh yeah, baby, suck it, suck me. Uh, ugh, oh, yeah. That's it."
Patiently dragging his cock out of James' flared and clenching hole, Bram slowed down his thrusts, letting the tight muscle caress the entire length until the underside of the engorged, bulbous head emerged and spread the sensitive ring of nerve endings to their limits. He released his hold on James' head to better brace himself. When he reentered the hot, moist tunnel, he added a thumb, stretching and massaging the inner ring with its callused surface. His still fattening rod drove in and battered the clinging, velvety walls.
James shuddered and bucked, clenching his ass.
Grunting between gasps, Bram clamped his fingers on James' hip and worked his own rod in and out of his lover like a piston. "That's my baby. Shake for me. Take me in. Feel me driving my cock right into the heart of you." He wrapped one hand around James'
long neglected shaft, ruthlessly stroking the leaking head with the abrasive pad of his thumb. "I'm going to come for you, baby. Fill you up with my juice. Come with me. Let me see you spurt."
"Christ!" James was reduced to babbled grunts as the flood of sensations in his ass clouded his mind. Burning pain, sizzling heat and a rapidly building rush of electrical passion fused together and peaked. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!"
The inarticulate sounds rose to a shriek and then died, frozen on James' lips as his throat, his cock and his ass all spasmed. Creamy threads of viscous fluid erupted from him to coat his abdomen. The overwhelming intensity left him weak, befuddled and pliant, only conscious now of the throbbing fullness stretching and pounding into his raw ass.
His dwindling shaft remained trapped in the tight sleeve of Bram's hand until the big man released him and grabbed both of James' thighs. He yanked James deeper onto his lap, embedding his pulsing cock as far into his dazed lover as physically possible, then froze.
James groaned and convulsed around the unyielding shaft, feeling the hot flood of juices being blasted up his ass to bathe places no one else had ever reached. His cock twitched and shivered at the thought and he instinctively palmed it to soothe the sudden ache.
The sight of Bram caught in the peak of orgasm was like a holy experience for James.
Like some bronzed god from ancient mythology, the man loomed massive and proud, sculptured body held rigid as stone, rugged face a mask of feral ecstasy, enraptured and euphoric in the release of his ravenous lust. It was that moment when James fell in love.
As the paralyzing fever of blinding climax tapered off, Bram gasped in a needed breath and opened his eyes to his own vision of sated lust. His gaze raked down James' sweaty, come-splattered body. He licked his lips and growled softly, low and deep in his chest.
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Despite the fact the man had just fucked him senseless, James felt the heat rise on his skin and knew he was blushing. Their lovemaking was dirty and brutal and raw, filled with lustful passion and animal need. It was perfect.
Gasping, James hissed and clenched the muscles of his hard-ridden ass as Bram eased him off the still half-hard shaft.
"Whoa, there, baby. Nice and easy." Bram guided James' ass back down on the mattress and gently lowered his bent legs, briefly rubbing at the calf and thigh muscles.
Dropping to his side, Bram flopped over James' leg and flattened himself along side of his exhausted lover.
"Jesus, Jamie. What you do to me, baby." Groaning, he spread a hand over James' hip, then pulled him into a deep, gentle kiss that threatened to reawaken both their lagging libidos.
James lost himself in the moment. Bram’s warm hands kneaded his sweat-chilled flesh and caressed the base of his spine. A feeling of contentment washed through him, making him feel boneless and happy. Every cell in his body seemed to thrum with satisfaction, even the ones that ached and burned.
He melted into the embrace. Bram took command so naturally. He took care of James’
deepest needs, created a whole new group of hidden desires, then satisfied them.
Remembering how his bound hands had looked wrapped around Bram's proud, reddened shaft, James shivered.
"Umm. I like that." Bram ran a heated palm up his arm chasing away the goosebumps.
"Cold, baby?" He reached down and pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed.
Bram tucked the sheet and light comforter around James, then drew him close to his side and draped a heavy arm over him. Playfully smirking he added, "Or just happy to see me?"
Snorting, James lightly punched the furnace-like flesh next to him and rubbed his nose into Bram's chest hairs. The warm musk of their combined scents permeated the air.
James ran his hand down his own abdomen, tracing the path of drying secretions. "Want to shower? Most of you is inside of me, but all of me is all over us."
The other man chuckled and pulled James nearer. "Uh-uh. I like the smell." He nuzzled his nose into the space between them and inhaled deeply. "It's us, all mixed together, connected." His expression turned somber and he gazed into James' eyes. "Mated." He placed another lingering kiss on James’ pliant mouth.
"Mated?" James swallowed past the growing tightness in his throat. He studied the contours of Bram’s chest rather than let the other man see the hope he knew was in his eyes. "That sounds . . . serious."
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"I am serious. You’re special, Jamie. I know to trust my gut instincts, and they're telling me this is right. I want you. And not just in my bed now and then." One rough, callused hand cupped James’ chin and tilted his head so their eyes could meet. "I want you, Jamie, by my side, at my table, in my bed, as a very big part of my life."