B.A. Tortuga [Rain and Whiskey 2] Tropical Depression (pdf)

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Shane."
"Yeah?" Oh, Shane was caught, licking his lips, little rings
shifting as those pretty nipples went tight.
"Mmmhmm." Ah, the bedroom. Galen sauntered to the
bed, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans. He turned,
showing off his ass as he bent to push them off.
Those hands landed on his ass, squeezing and rubbing.
"Pretty, pretty." Shane's kiss brushed his shoulder, teeth
teasing his skin, making him jump a little.
God, that man made him insane. Galen straightened,
kicking out of his jeans and grabbing Shane, tossing him up
on the bed to start stripping off Shane's tight cutoffs. "Got
plans for you, darlin'."
"Mmm ... What plans?" Shane arched up, tight denim
rolling right off that tight little ass.
Once they were both naked, he got the little box he
needed out of the nightstand and crawled up on top of Shane,
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holding him down with his weight. "Gonna tie you up. Love
you all afternoon."
"Oh." Oh, fuck, yes. He loved the way Shane rippled,
rubbing up against him. Loved the way those eyes rolled.
Loved how he turned Shane on. "You think so, huh?"
"I do." He got the box open, rubbing his cock against
Shane's, his eyed trying to roll. The cuffs felt warm and soft.
"Remember these?"
"Vaguely. Think I saw them once or twice." He snorted.
Once or twice. Right. Once in the front room, bent over the
sofa, while Galen worked that sweet ass with a dildo. A half
dozen times on the front porch.
In the bathroom. In the kitchen.
Once in the Jeep.
Mmm. That time had been out by the ocean, a storm
blowing in. They'd cut it close.
Galen gathered up Shane's hands, securing one, then the
other to the bedposts. Then he dug out the cock ring along
with the little chain that connected it to the little decoration
between Shane's nipple rings.
Oh, somebody remembered that, too. That strong little
body went tight, thighs hard as rocks beneath him.
He stroked Shane's chest with his free hand, tugging the
nipple chain. "Yeah. Yeah, you like that, huh, darlin'?"
That little groan was enough to make a dead man hard,
the way those nipples went dark even better. "You know I do.
Like how it makes you look at me."
"And I like how it makes you look." He sat back, straddling
Shane's thighs so he could snap the cock ring into place, then
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tracing the chain up to clip it where it belonged. "Oh, fuck,
Shane."
Shane took a deep breath, stopping when that pulled a
little, tugged that chain, those nipples stretching. "Len..."
"So fucking fine, Shane. So damned mine." Galen bent,
carefully not brushing the chain, and kissed Shane hard.
Shane opened right up, tongue pushing and sliding against
his, not backing down even a little.
Galen kissed him, loved on him, tasted him. Yeah, that got
Shane to focus, got him pulling at the cuffs, got that hot body
writhing under him.
One of those legs caught him, wrapped around his hip and
held him close, giving Shane something to rub against. Oh,
no. It wasn't gonna be over like that.
Grinning, Galen moved away, prying Shane's leg off him so
he could move aside and kneel next to Shane's hip. "Naughty,
darlin'. I told you I have plans."
He got a little pout, Shane twisting toward him, then
stopping short as the long chain tugged again.
"Uh-huh. I can see you, darlin'. I can see every little
movement of your muscles." And of that sweet cock, too, as
it quivered. Galen touched the tip of it with one finger,
listening to Shane's breath.
Hot, wet his fingers slipped over the slit, pressing a little.
Shane's thighs parted, hips rolling right up toward the touch.
The way Shane responded to him always awed him. Galen
chuckled, bent to touch his tongue to one of Shane's nipples
before blowing air across it, watching for a reaction.
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Oh, pretty. The skin wrinkled up, sliding against the ring as
it went hard. The skin goose pimpled up, Shane shivering for
him.
He grinned, rubbing his stubbly chin against it. "I do love
that, Shane. I surely do. You have the prettiest shivers."
"Galen." The chains rattled, Shane trying to reach for him.
"Fuck."
"Just wait, darlin'. Just a little patience." He growled,
rewarded Shane with a kiss, fingers rising to tug the chain
between cock and nipples.
Shane dug his heels into the mattress, arched up into him,
just like that.
Galen used his free hand on Shane's hip to push him
down, mixing it up with leaning to bite the flesh on the inside
of Shane's arm, lightly, but enough to leave a tiny mark.
"Oh. Shit. Galen. Again." Shane pushed against his hand,
starting to rock, hips wanting to roll.
"No. Not gonna do the same thing twice." He was going to
keep Shane guessing. He moved back, licking across Shane's
belly, chin pressing the little trail of hair down to Shane's
cock.
Fuck, but Shane smelled good. All hot and male with a hint
of soap. Musky. "Driving me crazy, Len."
"Am I? You were driving me nuts, Shane. All that wiggling
and dancing and scrubbing and all..." He moaned a little,
skipped down to Shane's thighs, nuzzling the tender skin on
the insides. Those thighs spread so pretty, giving it up for
him. Shit. Cock high and hard, balls drawn up between,
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Shane was like a feast. Galen tugged that little chain again,
watching Shane's cock bob with the pressure.
Soft babble started, Shane promising the goddamn world
to him. The man meant it, too. Oh, hell, yes. That deserved
something, like maybe the flat of his tongue lifting Shane's
balls, tasting the salt-musky flavor of his very own lover.
Addictive.
The tiny soft hairs tickled his tongue, the skin wrinkling up,
shifting on his tongue as Shane moaned. Galen hummed,
pushing the sacs back and forth, hands stroking Shane's
thighs, the backs of those cute as fuck knees.
Every so often he'd hit a ticklish spot or a hot spot and
he'd get a jerk, a twist. Then the sudden stop would come,
Shane moaning as the chains pulled. So good.
Finally Galen pushed Shane's legs as wide as they would
go, straining those fine muscles, and moved up to kneel
between, his cock against Shane's balls as he pulled that
chain sharply. "Wanna fuck you, darlin'."
Shane nodded, lips parted, eyes wide as all get out. "Yeah.
In me. Deep. Now."
He nodded, reached for the little tube of lube they kept in
their box of tricks, getting his fingers good and wet. Then he
slipped two into Shane's body, pushing nice and deep. Shane
rolled, riding his fingers immediately and furiously, so there,
so into him it damn near ached. Galen moaned, growled, his
cock twitching and throbbing so that he hurried, moving his
fingers in and out, stroking lube over his own cock with his
other hand. Damned near yanking it. Come on, come on.
"Fuck. Fuck, you're hot. Want you, Len. Please. Come on."
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Shane's body told the same story, and Galen pulled his
fingers free, pushing his cock where they'd been, holding it
steady so he could slide right in. Soon he was seated deep,
hips against Shane's ass and thighs, his fingers reaching,
twisting Shane's nipples.
"Shit. Len. I." Shane was fucking vibrating, tugging at the
cuffs, ass squeezing him.
"Yes, you do. Goddamn, Shane. You fucking kill me. Love
you." He did. With every damned bit of him. Galen started
moving, finding a rhythm, watching every move make Shane
shake and groan.
"Love. Galen." Shane stretched, managed to get a kiss,
tongue pushing right into his lips, fucking them in time with
his thrusts.
The kiss got hard, desperate, their lips bruising right up.
Galen thrust harder, faster, knowing Shane's cock had to be
aching, knowing he was driving Shane nuts. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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