His Old Kentucky Home by Brynn Paulin

movements slow and even and deep. With a bit of the devil, he bared his teeth on the last withdrawal and scraped them along Sully’s dick to give him a bit of the pain he so often enjoyed.
    “Please…Cord…I’m gonna—”
    “No, you’re not. You will not,” he rasped, “or I won’t fuck you.”
    “Damn it…I…” Sully huffed in hard, short breaths as Cord sat back on his heels then rolled to his feet. His fingers went to his belt buckle. He unhooked it then slowly pulled it through the loops. He raised a brow, waiting for Sully to say more, but he suspected his man was just sputtering feelings rather than needing to express his thoughts.
    “Get on the bed—on your back, not ass-up,” he commanded when Sully said nothing more. Eagerly, Sully scrambled onto the mattress, situating himself in the middle and watching Cord’s every move. As soon as he was in place, Cord approached.
    “Hands over your head,” he ordered then used his belt to restrain them, looping the leather through one spindle of the headboard to hold him in place. He stood and admired his work and the man on the bed. The muscles in Sully’s tanned arms strained slightly from his up-drawn position and his hard pecs and six-pack seemed even more defined. His torso arched as if giving an offering to his master. Cord’s fingers curled as his gaze lingered over the chiseled ridges at Sully’s hips—hips Cord intended to grasp as he plowed into the man in a few minutes while those thick-corded legs spread for him. He looked up into Sully’s green eyes, partially obscured by a wave of thick brown hair drooping over them. Still, nothing could obscure the need shining in that gaze.
    “Breathtaking,” Cord murmured. This was an image he’d like to keep forever: Sully, hot and throbbing and his to take. He’d take a picture with his phone to preserve the memory, but he didn’t trust technology enough to believe this personal moment couldn’t be hacked.
    Speaking of phones…
    He licked his bottom lip then started unbuttoning his shirt. “I missed you.”
    “I missed you, too. Please, Cord. Show me how much…”
    Cord slipped off the blue cotton, letting it drift down his arms and to the floor. His T-shirt followed then he released the top fastener of his low-slung jeans.
    “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked, conversationally, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his black boots—he’d worn his nice pair for the trip, not wanting to look like a hick in front of Sully’s family.
    “I…I could never reach you.”
    Cord nodded as he dispatched his socks and stuffed them in his boots. He straddled Sully and leaned over him. “Try harder next time. You know when I’m home at night. It’s been your schedule for the last eight years, too.”
    His mouth brushed over Sully’s and Sully groaned. “I kept thinking I’d have my phone fixed the next day, then the next day would slip by…” Sully stretched his neck to get closer to Cord’s lips. He opened and Cord sank inside.
    “Tomorrow, you are getting a new one,” Cord said when they came up for air.
    “Stop talking about the phone,” Sully gasped before Cord’s mouth momentarily interrupted him again.
    “I’m angry,” he replied, in a voice that sounded anything but angry. He kissed a path down Sully’s neck to his chest then captured a nipple with his teeth, drawing a sharp cry from his lover. “I thought something happened to you. You’ve told me the stories about this place.”
    He swirled his tongue across Sully’s pecs to nip the other nipple as he had the first. Sully arched, his breath catching in a harsh gasp. From the corner of his eye, Cord saw Sully’s fingers curl. Sully’s eyes closed, his face a mask of pleasure as Cord tormented his flesh.
    “Are you just going to torture me or…” He gulped in a lungful of air. “Or do you plan to fuck me?”
    Cord trailed his fingers down Sully’s abdomen to his cock. He gave three firm