Rough [02] - Roughhousing by Laura Baumbach Page B

me in. Feel every inch of my cock as it slides up that hot ass of yours.” Bram slowly pushed in again and pulled back out an equal distance, barely a third of the way into James. Sweat beaded on his back and ran down between his shoulder blades, his muscles taut, held under an iron control. This was going to last as long as James could stand it. And then maybe a little longer, if Bram could stand it. His hand kneaded the quivering muscles of James’ abdomen, fine shudders transmitting up through his palm.
    James groaned, his mouth working as he tried unsuccessfully to buck his hips up for more. Bram pressed down firmly on James’ slim torso and the movement abated, but the groan became a whimper of protest.
    "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to give you want you need.” His free hand tugged at the tight sac below James’ cock, making the curved, hard shaft bob and dance, the tip slapping gently against James’ own creased belly. “Always what my baby needs."
    With a final tug on the wrinkled sac, he ghosted his hand up James’ ribcage and plucked lightly at the hardened, dusky nubs beckoning to him. Rubbing one firmly between his finger and thumb, Bram worked it until it was hot and swollen, then moved on to the other and gave it the same attention, all the while slowly sliding in and out of James in a maddeningly measured rhythm that kept James’ fists balled and breathing mere whimpered pants.
    His cock buried itself another inch, sliding firmly over the small, peanut-sized gland deep inside James. Bram lowered his stance slightly, shifting his angle of penetration, and slowly bumped over the nub with each stroke.
    James’ eyelids popped open and he locked a dazed but heated stare on Bram. Swallowing hard, barely able to lick at his dry lips, James’ gaze was a mix of lust, need, unease, and trust that touched Bram's heart. Bram hardened his quivering resolve and continued his slow, sensual claiming of his mate.
    "You're all mine, Jamie. Mine forever. Mine to take, mine to keep.” He pinched a burning nipple and thumbed the rim of James’ belly button with his other hand. Swaying his hips in a circular motion, Bram teased James’ prostate with the head of his cock, choking back a gasp when the tight rim of James’ asshole fluttered and clenched his length like a vise. James bucked his hips reflexively and this time Bram let him gain some ground, sliding in just a tiny bit deeper.
    Leaning down, Bram settled over James, taking most of his weight on his forearms planted on each side of his lover. He licked the bead of sweat off James’ neck and nuzzled his way up to the ear buried under strands of dark hair and growled, “Mine."
    His voice held a strained, animal quality to it that made Bram blink. James shuddered under him, either at the possessive tone or the word, and Bram took the advantage, rumbling into the curve of James’ neck. “Can you feel me, baby? Feel my big, fat cock squeezing into your tight, little ass? Huh? Can you feel my blood pounding in it? Feel the way it grows just from the thought of you?"
    Bram flexed his ridged abdominal muscles and his cock arched and thumped against the walls of James’ innermost reaches. James hissed and whimpered, biting the flesh of his lower lip in what looked like an attempt not to scream.
    "You make me hard and so hot, baby. So hot.” Bram nipped the soft flesh of James’ neck and began kissing his way up to James’ mouth between each carefully chosen word, words meant to excite, claim, and reassure his lover. “Hot. Raging hot. With your sexy eyes and spread legs.” He reached down and pulled James’ thighs up to wrap around his waist, his cock finally fully seated deep inside.
    Bram captured James’ hand as it reflexively moved toward James’ own neglected cock.
    "Jesus, Bram!” James’ voice was a whimper of need, his eyes pleading.
    Bram kissed James’ lips, laving his tongue over the bruised, swollen bite mark on the lower one.
    "Not yet, but