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Thursday, September 7, 2017

Across the Tides Ch. 8 ***NSFW***

Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford





Chapter Eight


“My place,” Titus suggested, so nervous he was trying not to let his teeth chatter. He was hornier than he was nervous, though. “Unless yours is closer?” He was testing, seeing if Draven knew where he lived, too, because Riveen had mentioned a brother that night on the beach.
Draven tugged him toward the club exit. “My house is across the street. Close enough?”
“Across—“ Titus knew his eyes were huge, but the homes across the street were beach-side mansions with the occasional vacation rental stilt-home here and there.
“Yes.” Draven didn’t seem to be one for words, and Titus felt a flicker of worry that he was making a mistake by leaving with the man.
Then Draven turned and looked over his shoulder, and the hot, molten need in his gaze annihilated Titus’s worries. Draven gave just the barest hint of a smile, and Titus would have followed him anywhere at that point.
They exited the club and Draven still kept hold of Titus’s hand as they walked to the curb.
“I’m not a danger to you,” Draven said. “You looked worried.”
“I don’t do this,” Titus admitted, feeling himself blush. “I haven’t even, well—“ Pride warred with honesty. “I haven’t even been with anyone in years, okay? So I’m—“ He was startled silent by Draven’s other hand cupping his jaw.
Titus looked into Draven’s jewel-bright eyes and went warm through and through. He forgot to breathe for a second or two, then he exhaled slowly as Draven leaned in.
The kiss was soft, chaste, a brush of lips, but Titus shivered and whimpered before he could stop himself.
Draven rumbled, then he used his grip on Titus’s head to tilt it slightly, and the kiss went from bare to possessive, hot and searing as Draven licked into Titus’s mouth.
Titus couldn’t have stopped himself from responding and moving closer if his life had depended on it—and considering where they were, it might have done so.
Draven at least had the sense to keep the kiss short, because two men kissing in Texas, even in the area they were in, were at risk for harm. They both knew it. Draven rumbled again as he moved back. “When I get you home, I won’t stop with a kiss.”
Jesus. You’d better not! Titus didn’t trust himself to speak the words. He settled for a nod, then Draven and he checked for cars before they jogged across the roadway.
And Titus suddenly felt young and foolish, carefree and daring, as if each step he took shed responsibilities and fears he’d carried for years.
The last time he’d done anything sexually adventurous tried to creep in on his joy, but Titus kicked it aside. He’d been held down by that weight for years. He was tired of being uptight and not living life to its fullest.
And he really wanted to have sex with Draven.
Who led him to one of the stilted beach houses rather than a mansion. Titus sighed in relief. “Thought you were a billionaire or something there for a minute. Not that these stilted places are cheap, but—“
“My family has owned property here for generations,” Draven said. “We have always lived by the water.”
“Must be nice.” Titus smiled to show he wasn’t being snarky.
Draven’s gaze went right to his mouth. “Convenient.” He tugged Titus in front of him. “After you.”
Titus was at the base of the wooden stairs. He knew Draven would be ogling his ass—and that was fine with Titus. He started up the steps and heard Draven curse.
Titus chuckled. It was so good to be wanted, lusted after, seen.
Draven’s footsteps sounded behind him as Titus hit that middle of the stairway. He sped up and laughed when Draven did the same. By the time he reached the landing, Draven was all but on him.
A second later, Draven had Titus in his arms and spun him around. Titus’s back hit the door with Draven’s hands cushioning the blow. Draven sucked Titus’s bottom lip and Titus clutched at him and moaned.
When he made that needy sound, Draven slipped his tongue inside Titus’s mouth and white-hot lust sparked along every nerve-ending in Titus’s body. He curled his hands into fists, grabbing handfuls of Draven’s shirt, then he jerked, pulling it from his pants.
Titus slid his tongue alongside Draven’s while letting go of the material in his hands and instead reaching for the warm skin he’d gained access to.
Draven had a little bit of hair on his abs, just enough to make Titus even more eager to get him naked.
Titus’s cock throbbed as Draven sucked on his tongue while simultaneously slipping one thick thigh between Titus’s legs.
Draven moved his hand from Titus’s jaw to his neck, and Titus shivered, trying to get closer to Draven. Draven’s hard prick nudged Titus’s hip. Titus wasn’t the only one verging on desperation.
He ran his hands around to Draven’s back, then burrowed them under the waistband of his jeans. Draven was going commando, and Titus nearly came on the spot as he found himself palming the firm swells of Draven’s ass.
Draven did his rumbling thing again and rutted faster against Titus.
Titus nipped Draven’s tongue then turned his head aside.
Draven didn’t hesitate.
Titus couldn’t hold back the hungry sound he made when Draven began kissing and sucking on his neck.
Titus could have a few marks, a few mementos of this night to look at. He might even take pictures and save them.
That was as far as his thought process got before Draven sucked on the tender skin under his ear. Titus grabbed at Draven’s ass, urging him to do… more, more of everything.
Draven got a hand between them and cupped Titus’s cock through his jeans. He squeezed, and Titus cried out.
“Inside,” Draven rasped, and whether he meant he wanted to get inside Titus or inside the house, or any mix of those, Titus didn’t know or care.
Draven moved; the door opened, and they tumbled inside.
Titus had his mouth on Draven’s before the door ever shut. Draven pulled, and down they went, a tangle of limbs and lust as they sprawled on the floor.
Titus didn’t know who took off what, how they managed to do it—nothing. He only knew the press of Draven’s skin and bulk over him, the solid, thick length of Draven’s cock, the hard floor beneath him no competition for the hard man above him.
Draven kept kissing him, kept touching and rubbing and Titus was going to come just from that. He wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted more.
“Please,” he managed between burning kisses. “In me.” He couldn’t quite force himself to ask more bluntly.
Draven licked Titus’s bottom lip, kissed his neck, then knelt between his legs. “Are you sure?”
Titus nodded, trying not to gulp as he looked at Draven’s cock. His toys weren’t even that big.
“You said it’s been a while,” Draven said, his voice rough as sand on skin.
“With anyone else,” Titus clarified. “I have—toys,” he forced out.
Draven nodded and leaned over to grab his pants. He pulled out a strip of condoms.
Titus’s cheeks burned. He must have seemed like an easy lay—and why feel bad about that? I’m an easy lay, tonight. There’s nothing wrong about that. Nothing at all. It’s normal.
Draven opened one of the packages then rolled the condom down his length. He stroked it a couple of times as he looked at Titus.
Titus caught on to his hesitation. “As long as those are lubed, we’re good. Just…just fuck me.” That hadn’t been as hard to say as Titus had expected it to be. “Just go slow at first.” He liked the burn, the stretch, the pain that preceded the pleasure, even if he was using a dildo.
Draven nodded once, then he lowered himself over Titus, one hand on his prick, the other planted beside Titus’s head.
Titus bent his legs, then decided, screw it, and wrapped them around Draven’s hips.
“Yeah,” Draven whispered, the tip of his cock nudging Titus’s hole. “Pull when— fuck!”
Titus hissed and arched as he kept up the pressure on Draven, encouraging him to keep going, to push the fat head into him. The burn was blended perfectly with pleasure, and Titus had the fleeting thought that he’d been crazy to wait so long to do this with another man again.
Draven’s breath gusted from him as he gritted his teeth, then Titus pushed, and in went the crown, spreading him, making him ache and want in sweet perfection.
Titus slipped his arms around Draven’s neck. “Come here,” he slurred.
Draven lowered himself down as he began to rock gently, working his cock into Titus’s ass.
Titus quivered all over, inside and out. He parted his lips for Draven’s kisses, and did something he hadn’t thought he’d ever be able to do—he let go, stopped thinking, and just felt, let Draven fill him steadily, slowly.
When Draven was buried as deeply as he could go, Titus moaned and dug the blunt tips of his fingers against Draven’s back. Go, go, go!
Draven withdrew almost completely, then sank his dick back into Titus. He didn’t remain still, didn’t revel in the moment.
Titus didn’t want him to. That aching stretch would fade and he wanted to feel everything, now.
As if he knew Titus’s thoughts, Draven began thrusting harder, pulling out completely, giving Titus’s rim more stimulation as he penetrated him fully over and over again.
Each time Draven thrust into him, he did so harder than the time before.
Titus arched and moaned, he cursed and begged. He’d never been a vocal lover, but he couldn’t be anything else as Draven fucked him. Every part of Titus felt alive and needy, aroused and teetering on the edge of a release that would rival any others.
Draven panted as he bucked harder, raising his lips from Titus’s, mouth open, jaw slack.
Titus’s vision blurred as ecstasy built up, coiling tightly in his ass as Draven rubbed the head of his cock over Titus’s gland with every thrust. He hurriedly shoved a hand between them and fisted his own shaft. Titus didn’t even need to jack himself, just the tight squeeze of his hand around his prick was enough to send him spiraling into climax.
He heard a shout that reverberated in his skull as bliss washed over him in waves. Draven’s cock was deep inside him, with Draven jerking his hips frantically.

There had never been a more perfect moment in time, in life-- that was all Titus knew before he was utterly lost in his own orgasm.

4 comments:

Shorty Chelle said...

Love it.

Heather Lane said...

Awesome!

nikirenee said...

Connection sex. Nice. 😀

AiboPals said...

That was steaming hot, looking forward to what comes next for the guys

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