Read Rough [02] - Roughhousing for Free Online

budding five o'clock shadow over the strip of sensitive flesh connecting James’ balls to his asshole and then bit the inside of James’ thigh. His lover choked on a strangled scream, legs jerking closed then opening even wider than before.
    "Jesus, God, damnit, fuck me!” James writhed under Bram and curled impossibly tighter, offering his ass, pleading for more. “Fuck me now, Caveman, now!” Eyes tightly closed, James tossed his head from side to side, panting, obviously wanting to say more, but unable to.
    Gaining a firmer grip on James’ hips, Bram positioned James’ ass on his thighs and fumbled in his gaping pants for a small packet of lube he had pocketed while dressing. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pressed the gel out onto his fingers one handed and tossed the spent packet onto the dashboard. One quick swipe of his slick palm over his own swollen cock and Bram pushed his rod against James’ eager opening, quickly burrowing into his lover in one smooth, slippery surge of lust-hardened flesh.
    Throwing his head back, Bram groaned, instinctively pulling James’ hips closer to him. “Oh, Jesus, you feel so good ... so tight ... so fucking hot.” He snapped his hips and began a rapid pounding of short, powerful thrusts, occasionally skating the tip of his cock over the swollen gland inside his lover. Every direct hit on James’ prostate pulled a gasp from the man.
    James’ white-knuckled fist slammed against the passenger door. His moans became breathless grunts, each one deeper and more inarticulate as Bram increased the force of the strokes.
    Bracing his sock-clad feet on the driver's door, his head bowed over James and his wide shoulders brushing the cab roof, Bram hammered into James. The look of wild pleasure on his partner's face was accented by the night. The pale moonlight on his skin, the sound of a hundred crickets, and the whisper of the wind as it rustled the nearby leaves made the moment seem feral.
    James moaned, “Love you, love this,” in a low, lust-filled voice and his deep, blue eyes opened wider to meet Bram's matching gaze. Bram saw the love and wild desire in his mate. His breath caught in his chest as a burst of primal possessiveness washed through him and he suddenly felt like the caveman James was always accusing him of acting like.
    Bram pulled James’ bunched trousers off his legs and fell down over James. Burying his cock as deeply as he could, Bram pinned James to the seat, lips instantly seeking out and devouring his lover's open, panting mouth. He could see the sweat drip from James’ face and trickle down one cheek and onto his own hands as he wound them into his lover's damp curls.
    His tongue darted over every inch of James’ succulent mouth, bathing and tasting the smooth, slippery surfaces and hard-ridged teeth. He stole James’ breath and then gave it back as his hips slapped against James’ spread ass and his cock explored the smooth, slippery surface of James’ deepest recesses. Bram felt like his entire body was on fire.
    The uninhibited sounds James made while making love were like gasoline on a fire to Bram's passions. The tiny grunts and throaty moans sent jolts of desire through his massive body and the undeniable urges to take, claim, and protect James all combined into one powerful mandate. He could never get enough of this man, wanted to spend a lifetime trying, and knew he would never succeed.
    As his own climax approached, Bram pulled one hand from James’ hair and shoved it between them, sliding it down until he captured his partner's swollen shaft. It only took one long pull before James shot over his hand, a garbled scream swallowed down by Bram's still clinging lips.
    As he spilled into James, Bram froze in place, air trapped in his paralyzed lungs as the tight, fluttering heat of James’ spasming body made him dizzy and breathless. The last pulses of his come spurted into James’ channel and the intensity of the powerful orgasm slowly