His Old Kentucky Home by Brynn Paulin Page A

tugs before he curled his hand down to cup the man’s balls. He pulled just enough to give a bit more of the pleasure-pain Sully craved then snaked his questing digits down to Sully’s hole.
    “Fucking you. Definitely fucking you.” He circled the clenching opening. He wouldn’t do much more than that until he was lubed up. Cord was into giving pain, but only the good kind that would bring his partner pleasure. He scraped his nail across Sully’s perineum and watched him tremble, his cock bobbing in reaction. Leaning forward, he captured the length in his mouth again and swiped his tongue across the tip. Sully tasted so good, and Cord liked knowing the man was all his. But…he only planned that momentary sip.
    Rather than lingering, he rose and finally unfastened his pants. His cock sprang free as he pushed off the jeans and underwear.
    “I love you,” he said simply as he climbed back on the bed and straddled Sully once more. He reached into the open shaving kit he’d left on the side table before he’d gone down to dinner earlier and withdrew a small tube of lube. He hoped Sully had some here, because this wouldn’t last them long.
    He squirted a dollop on two of his fingers then pressed them to Sully’s ass. This time, he was more aggressive with his probing, circling and pressing until Sully was moaning again while pushing into Cord’s touch. Little by little, the two digits breached the tiny hole to massage the well-trained ring of muscles. Sully’s body knew to let him in, knew the pleasure to come and loosened easily as Sully relaxed into the touch.
    Though his cock was wider than the pair of fingers, Cord stopped there. Sully professed to enjoy the bite as Cord pushed inside his tight passage and Cord relished the squeeze that was now mere moments away.
    He lubed his erection then lined up to Sully’s ass. With one smooth, deliberate drive, he pushed inside, meeting some resistance but nothing to cause worry or slow him.
    “Yes,” Sully hissed, ratcheting up his hips to meet Cord’s. His need-darkened eyes met Cord’s gaze. “Love you,” he breathed.
    The words flooded through Cord, filling him with a peace he hadn’t known he’d been missing. Bending forward, he sealed his lips over Sully’s and pumped in harder and faster. Sully’s grunted cries filled him and pulled him toward the edge they’d soon plunge over together.
    Sully squeezed around Cord, and Cord adjusted his position again to peg Sully’s prostate. He kissed along Sully’s jaw to his ear, enjoying his lover’s guttural sounds as he fought for control against the pleasure. “That’s right, baby,” Cord encouraged. “Yell for me.”
    “Sir…” Sully moaned.
    Cord wrapped his fingers around Sully’s cock and, using the plethora of pre-cum to ease the way, stroked in time with his drives. Sully’s fingers clenched and released in his restraints and his head rocked back and forth as his eyes squeezed shut.
    “I can’t… I can’t…” he muttered.
    “You can, baby. Hang on for me, okay?”
    Sully panted a few breaths before he seemed to find words again. “Okay…Sir…ah…I…” He broke off on a gasp, visibly struggling. Even the cock in Cord’s hand seemed to shake with the battle.
    “You’re doing so well,” Cord praised him. With his free hand, he reached up and pinched one of Sully’s nipples, and Sully let out a scream Cord thought might be heard all the way across the house.
    “Cord…please,” Sully begged, and the entreaty triggered an eruption in Cord. Heat pulsed down his spine, the promise of an ultimate bliss he never wanted to deny.
    “Yes. Now,” he ordered. Cum shot across Sully’s undulating belly, accompanied by a long, deep groan as the man finally let go and allowed his release. Cord kept driving inside Sully despite the muscles closing down around him, the squeeze a sweet agony that yanked him into oblivion with the man he loved. As he permitted his own orgasm to overtake him, he