Rough [01] - A Bit of Rough (24 page)

"Fuck me harder, faster, caveman. Claim me. Do it now." A slight increase in Bram's rhythm encouraged him to keep talking. "That's it. Fill my ass. Make me taste it again."

He grunted as the angle changed and Bram pounded over his prostate, lifting him off his feet. "Mark my heart with your come, you bastard." James howled and pitched forward into the sheets as Bram's brutal strokes came in near machine gun speed.

"All you have to do is ask, baby. I'll fuck your sweet," Bram panted and lunged, "tight,"

thrust and twisted his hips, "little hole so hard, it'll remember who it belongs to even when you're too old to."

Leaning down to seal his chest to James' back, Bram released a hand from the bruising grip he had on James' hips. He reached down and tugged lightly on James' balls then wrapped his hand, slick with gel from an open jar tossed on the bed, around James' cock.

At the same time, he nuzzled aside dark, sweaty curls and grabbed James' earlobe between his teeth, biting down as his slick, tight fist roughly jerked off James' aching, engorged shaft.

"Come for me now, baby."

Bram's rumble, so close to his ear, murmured from between biting teeth, sent a massive shiver of desire down James' arched spine. The tremors shook his entire body, forcing a deep growl of delight from the man on his back.

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One full-length tug of his rod and James exploded, the sensation of orgasm heightened by the feeling of the cock buried deep inside of him pulsing and spurting at the same time, bathing his insides with what felt like scalding heat.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck me!"

Exhausted, James tried to fall flat onto the bed, but Bram was still hard and embedded deep inside his ass. Warm, thickly corded arms wrapped around his chest and raised him up, plastering him against Bram's slick, sweaty chest.

"Hmm. That's my baby." Bram licked a path down the back of James' neck, making the man shiver repeatedly. Bram purred into James' hair and licked some more. "Just relax, now. I’m not done with you yet."

“What?” The brilliant haze of receding orgasm made James languid and pliant.

“I’m not done with your sweet ass yet, baby. Not by a long shot.” Forcing James' legs apart wider, Bram moved closer between them and knelt up onto the bed, carrying James on his rigid cock. He moved slowly, supportive hands plucking at hardened nipples as he gripped James' lean body tightly to him.

Climax barely faded, James moaned with each fluid movement, Bram's hard shaft tapping his sensitized prostate in an irregular rhythm that teased and taunted, reviving his libido. James clung to Bram's arms, powerless to do more than hang on for the ride.

Grunting in time with James' asshole's fluttering rhythm, Bram advanced until he could perch comfortably on the bed. He sat back on his heels and pulled James onto his lap, snuggling James tightly against his crotch, his cock penetrating to its thick root.

Settling down onto Bram's thighs, James groaned at the change in angle and depth, amazed at the flood of sensations the position sent racing through his body. He dropped his head forward to rest his chin on his chest only to have it pulled back by a large hand in his hair. His head was brought to rest against Bram's shoulder then the hand shifted around to his jaw.

Bram's callused fingers caressed his neck then slid up to firmly grasp his chin. James'

face was forced to turn, his neck arching, held in place by a vise-like grip. He mouth was instantly devoured in a ravenous kiss that stole his breath and bruised his lips. A hand played with his nipples, alternating from one to the other, pinching and tugging until they were stiff and burning.

“After tonight, you’re going to be completely mine.” Bram growled into James’ neck, bit the flesh directly under his lips then returned to force his tongue down James’ throat.

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James squirmed and grunted, impaled and helpless, shivering with the sudden return of desire and need.

Bram's tongue stroked the roof of his mouth and tickled the soft palate before sliding under James’ tongue and drawing it into his own mouth. He sucked and tugged on the slippery muscle, snagging it with his teeth when James dared to try and withdraw it.

Pulling James’ face farther back over his shoulder, Bram ravaged his lover’s lips, biting and sucking until the flesh was plump and hot. One stout, muscle-corded arm wrapped tightly around James’ hips, yanking him back and down. Bram thrust his hips, moving his rigid cock in rapid, tiny, grinding jabs that worked the nerve endings at James’

opening, the angle unerringly hitting James’ prostate in a staccato rhythm.

Thrashing, James groaned and whimpered, straining against the unyielding hold. Sharp bolts of pain mixed with pleasure shot out from his frenzied mind, lancing down to James' widespread crotch. His balls bounced with each stroke, slapping Bram’s granite-firm thighs. Burning pleasure gathered like a tightly wound ball of snapping electricity, sparking and sizzling, filling his lower abdomen with an aching, desperate need for release.

Back pressed to Bram’s broad, slick chest, pinned in place by the big man’s raw strength and primal dominance, James flashed back to their first coupling in the darkened alleyway. Thrills of fresh excitement coursed through him. New sensations merging with recent memory heightened his responses to the rough bit of mating. James gasped and clenched his ass against the rhythm of Bram’s thrusts, increasing the burn and spurring his lover to more aggressive action.

Like a demented lion possessed by a fevered, instinctive drive to dominate and tame his mate, Bram drove into James, over and over.

The dark red flush of excitement on James’ skin was vibrant against the darker shade of Bram’s arm. A massive arm encircled James’ hips, immobilizing him, allowing him to squirm and twist without fear of being dislodged. The heated struggle magnified James’

consuming lust.

Breaking the punishing kiss, Bram traced the line of James’ arched throat with his moist tongue and teeth, one meaty hand still firmly gripping James’ dark curls, holding his head back. The trail of stinging marks left behind made James shiver on Bram’s cock, sending new jolts of electric desire through both of them. Bram purred deep in his throat, the sound wild and predatory.

“That’s it, baby, Shake for me. Tremble for me. Show me how much I turn your --

sweet -- fuckable -- ass -- on.” Bram punctuated each of the last four words with a powerful thrust that made James gasp, his fists already clinging white-knuckled to Bram’s restraining arm.

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"Come on, baby, talk to me. Tell me your tight, little ass is mine. Tell me I’m hitting home here, baby. Tight, hot, home, sweet home. It belongs to me. You belong to me now. Don’t you, baby?"

James bucked and whimpered, painfully increasing his grip on Bram's supportive, restraining arm.

“I’ll take that as your usual ‘yes’.” Bram encased James’ neglected cock in the circle of his thumb and forefinger and began jerking it up and down James’ rigid shaft. "Come with me, baby mine." The moment Bram’s burning hot palm encased the engorged rod, Bram shoved his hips forward and stilled, embedding himself as deeply as he could.

Climaxing, his guttural roar of completion was loud enough to rattle the windows.

At the same time, James cried out, frozen in place, body arched, head back, eyes clenched in overwhelming rapture. Spooned against Bram, in perfect alignment with his brawny lover, they melted into one, a stone-like monument depicting the peak of brutally achieved mutual bliss.

James thought his orgasm would go on forever. The heat coursing through him felt like fire, the jolts of pleasure deep in his groin were like a series of electric bolts, zapping and frying his nerves, expanding the ball of sensation in the pit of his crotch until it grew too large for his body to contain. When it finally exploded, he screamed with the exquisite pain/relief that raced up and out, traveling down his limbs to shoot out the ends of his fingers and toes and the top of his head, taking with it all his energy and strength.

Collapsing back against Bram, James lolled his head over the broad man's shoulder, rolling it so he could face his lover. He felt his body being turned more comfortably in Bram's arm, but could do nothing to help with the process. James lay back and let his newfound mate remain in complete control.

Despite his heaving chest and gasping breaths, Bram captured James' mouth in a gentle, thorough kiss that was anything but chaste, as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of his lover's pliant body. James' low groan was lost in Bram's mouth.

With James supported in his arms and against his body, Bram toppled over to the bed's mattress, carrying James along. He landed on his side, unwinding his long legs, and settled James beside him.

Bram pulled up the covers and curled around James, sheltering and soothing with a petting motion down the exhausted man's side and over James' wet, tousled curls.

"Go to sleep, baby. Just let go."

James' eyes fluttered open but the expression in them was dazed and distant. "But we need to talk. I have to tell you how sorry I am." Despite his efforts James' eyes slid shut.

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Shaking his head, Bram kissed each closed eyelid. "Later. Time will take care of everything else. It always does." He kissed James' forehead. "I love you."

Forcing his eyes half-open, James looked up and murmured, "Love you, too." His eyes drifted shut again, but he added, "So much," before sleep claimed him with as much thoroughness as Bram had.

After lightly kissing James' parted lips, Bram got comfortable, pulling the covers up higher and curling around his smaller lover. With a contented sigh and a heavy arm around James, Bram joined with his mate in slumber.

***

Three hours later, they lay in bed having the talk James insisted they have.

"Are you sure you're okay about tomorrow night?" James was a little hesitant to ask. He was hoping Bram's earlier answer wasn't just made in the heat of the moment.

Bram grinned and chuckled. "Hell, yes. I'm looking forward to it. Dunn was a friend of my father's. I remember his wife, Lenore. She was a beautiful woman, even at her age."

James' eyebrows arched and he studied Bram's handsome, faintly shadowed profile.

"You're an amazing man."

Laughing, Bram turned on his side to face James and rested a massive hand low on James' hip. The grip was casual, but seductive, as fingers lightly massaged James' flesh near his outer groin. "That's what my lover says."

Surprised, James snorted in disbelief then laughed. "Got a king-sized ego to go with that king-sized dick, huh, caveman?"

"You complaining, baby?" Fingers inched lower and Bram's voice dropped an octave, turning both teasing and sultry.

"Just about the ego. Everything else is just perfect." James let one hand travel south to lightly caress the organ in question until Bram stilled the action.

James smiled and surrendered peacefully. He looked around the pale green room. "Well, this christens the guest bedroom. We've had sex in the kitchen, your bedroom, on the staircase and in here." Hand in the air, James ticked off each item on his fingers.

Wiggling his eyebrows rakishly at Bram he asked, "How many rooms do we have left for you to claim me in?"

Bram thread his finger through James' air-born hand and pulled it to his chest. "Six. Two more guest rooms, living room, dining room, library and den."

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"Only six?" James let a mock pout purse his lips. "I'm disappointed. This house looks bigger than that."

Rolling over on top of James, fingertips playfully caressing James' ribcage as he turned, Bram pinned his lover to the bed. "Did I mention the boat I own? And the hunting lodge in Canada? The lodge has three rooms. Four, if you count the screen porch."

Squirming at the ticklish touch, James gazed up into Bram's face as it hovered over his.

"Oh, yeah, we're definitely counting the porch."

"I thought so." Bram propped himself up on his elbows, blanketing James with his larger frame. He softly kissed James' eyelids as they fluttered closed, raining feather-light touches from his lips over the upturned face. "And the truck. When's the last time you made out in a truck?"

"The cab or flatbed?"

"Either."

"Never." James shook his head and grinned. "Unless you count being pulled across the seat for a kiss by some demanding, muscle-bound guy the first time I met him."

Bram had a smug smile on his face and a playful twinkle lit up his eyes. "Must have been some kiss if it qualified as making out."

"Oh, trust me, it was." James slid his hands up Bram's bulging arms to his broad shoulders, leaning up to plant a ghost of a kiss on Bram's partially open mouth.

"It was the start of the rest of my life."

He kissed Bram again, flicking his tongue along the sensitive lining of the man's lower lip. He smiled at the sudden increase in Bram's breathing.

"Best kisser I've ever met." James sucked Bram's bottom lip into his mouth and teased it for a moment, enjoying the heated look beginning to burn in Bram's eyes and the rising flush on his tanned cheeks.

"Yeah?" Bram's response was a throaty, raw growl more than a word.

James nodded and ran his fingertips lovingly over Bram's jaw, lingering at the cleft in his chin. "Yeah. He's got great lips. A gorgeous hunk, too, but he can't wear plaid and he's kind of primal and aggressive."

His moist lips brushed over Bram's, teasing them with a lick then darting away, only to return again for another taste. James murmured into Bram's panting, waiting mouth.

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"Good thing I'm in love with him. A real cavemmmmmmmm-- Umph. Mmmmm."

Bram took control of the moment, treating James to one of his most memorable kisses.

When he finally released his breathless lover, James snorted with laughter and squirmed a few inches away, a mock escape attempt from Bram's Neanderthal-like advances.