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its own appeal. To see someone that close to him, their head at his groin, giving him their mouth to
fuck -- and he could move now, if he wanted to, but he was waiting for a signal first -- well, it was a
rush. Tyler s head, Tyler s mouth -- and, yeah, Tyler had done this before.
Tyler pulled back, until nothing but the tip of Dan s cock was in his mouth. He didn t look up at Dan,
but he was giving Dan plenty to see now. The clear, precise lines of his mouth weren t set in stern,
sad lines now; they were curved into an O and blurred and stretched by Dan s cock. Dan held his
breath, and then Tyler s other hand, the bandage a soft scrape, cupped his ass and urged him to move
with the smallest of pushes.
Dan knew what it was like to be choked by someone s cock, how it felt to have your head clamped
tightly so you couldn t pull away, sickness rising in you, throat muscles working, nose running, chest
tight from lack of air. He didn t want to do that to Tyler, any of it, but Tyler was waiting, his mouth
welcoming, his hand still there on Dan s ass.
With a sound more desperate than aroused, he let that hand guide him deeper, and felt the difference it
made to be moving. Tyler met his uncertain thrust calmly, his tongue busy again, his hand still locked
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around the base of Dan s cock. Dan pushed in again and again, his confidence growing, because with
Tyler s hand there, he couldn t really go bumping the back of Tyler s throat even if he tried.
As if he d heard that thought, the safety net of Tyler s hand moved away so that both Tyler s hands
were on Dan s hips now, urging him on with an impatience that fed Dan s arousal. Tyler wanted this
as much as he did, if the painful, perfect dig of his fingers into Dan s ass could be believed, the
frantic, greedy laps of his tongue be trusted.
Dan s body was one strung out, thrumming string, plucked and quivering, singing out a single note.
He was breathing, he was swallowing spit; his left calf was itching from a bite and his heel hurt from
his boot rubbing it, and they were there, he could feel them happening, breathing, swallowing, itching
-- all of them, and they didn t matter. Nothing did but this gloriously unimpeded slide in and the pull
back, tolerable only because he knew a moment later he d get that knee-buckling sensation as he went
deep again.
The hands on his ass were like part of his skin, as if Tyler s fingerprints would be visible when this
was over, perfect whorls and patterns tattooed onto him, indelible marks. Dan s hips were jerking,
describing a repeated curve upwards, and his balls were a tight ache craving the soft cradle of Tyler s
palm.
Tyler s teeth, careless or planned, grazed the sides of Dan s cock and that was all it took to end it, that
small, fleeting reminder of danger. Dan had been moaning, a continuous accompaniment to the softer
sounds Tyler was making, but as he came he was silent, every muscle straining, his cock as far in as
he could get it, uncaring in that moment, about Tyler, because Tyler s hands were holding him there,
not pushing him away.
One last small spurt of come came out of him in an exhausted, determined bid for freedom and he
was done, drained, empty. Shit, ask him to add two and two and he d have needed a paper and pencil.
Tyler didn t pull away fast, leaving him hanging there, vulnerable and exposed, but he gentled down,
giving Dan a place to be without any flickers of his tongue over skin that felt new and tender. After a
few moments, Tyler s hands fell away and Dan stepped back.
Tyler wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face flushed, his gaze not meeting Dan s.
Dan knew what he was supposed to do now; just turn and walk away, and he would, he d promised,
but he couldn t --
He went to one knee and put his hand on Tyler s face, then tipped it up so that he could kiss the
mouth he d fucked, nothing more than a touch of his lips, just that. Tyler let him, his eyes startled,
and then Dan stood and went to the door, closing it behind him without looking back, because Tyler
wouldn t want to be stared at.
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Chapter Six
L eft alone, Tyler gave the door one narrow-eyed look to make sure it was going to stay closed, and
then reached into the drawer of the night table for the painkillers. He was going to need help sleeping
after that. He washed them down with a swallow of water and ran his tongue over his lips to catch the
last taste of come. He d forgotten what it tasted like until that first acrid, alien flood of it had spilled
into his mouth, and then his mind had obligingly supplied a label along with a bunch of memories,
some good, some not, all vivid.
He was out of practice; either that or Dan hadn t been as ready as he looked. It d taken a lot longer
than the thirty seconds he d planned on; long enough for his jaw to still feel stretched, his lips chafed.
He did his best to put the blame of that onto Dan s shoulders, the boy s nerves and inexperience
making a perfect excuse, but part of him, the honest part that never shut up, was making cool,
sarcastic comments about him spinning it out because he was desperate, because he d missed the feel
of a body close to his, all hot skin, sweat-salted and musky, missed the sounds a man made when he
was close to coming, missed the slick, slippery feel of a hard cock against his tongue.
Doing Dan a favor. It had been no more than that. Helping the boy see he wasn t damaged, just a little
raw around the edges. Dan deserved that; he hadn t whined about what had happened, and if he d
been all kinds of a fool for the way he d been traveling, the risks he d taken, well, he still had guts
and a certain toughness under the vulnerability. Or maybe it was the other way around& Tyler just
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