Dream Bound by Kate Douglas Read Free Book Online

hips, forcing his cock deeper down Dink’s throat. Dink took everything, swallowing him down, gently squeezing Mac’s balls with one hand, with the other running his fingers along the crease of his ass.
    The lube came next, and the slick slide of Dink’s fingers over that sensitive ring of muscle almost took Mac over the top. Dink must have sensed how close he’d come once again. Slowly, he pulled back and slipped Mac’s cock free of his mouth.
    Then Dink sat back on his heels. “Up and over,” he said. He took a deep breath, then another. “On your knees, Mac.”
    Mac obeyed. No questions, no hesitation. He knelt in the middle of the big bed, arms folded with his cheek resting on his forearms, butt raised, and he remembered the first time they’d done this, how vulnerable he’d felt. How embarrassed, to have someone back there, looking at his ass like this.
    He felt no embarrassment now. No, this was Dink and he trusted him with his life. With everything important to him. It was all good, and he waited, relaxing himself, preparing his body and mind for Dink’s first thrust.
    So hard to believe it had been twenty long fucking years. Fingers first. Long, slow strokes between his ass cheeks, then the coolness of the lube, the sensual slide of fingertips through the thick gel, gliding over millions of screaming nerves.
    He moaned when Dink paused, slightly swirling a single fingertip over Mac’s anal ring. Then he groaned with the long-remembered pain and pleasure as he felt first one, then two, then three thick fingers when Dink pressed them through Mac’s taut sphincter, stretching tender tissues that hadn’t had this kind of use for way too long.
    Mac pushed back against Dink, concentrating on relaxing, on not fighting the intrusion. Welcoming the pain along with the dark rush of pleasure when Dink slipped his fingers out and pressed the sheathed head of his cock against Mac.
    Pressed, and carefully pushed against him.
    Mac grunted and involuntarily jerked against the burn of entry. “Oh, fuck. I forgot how that felt.” He gasped when Dink chuckled. Then he forced himself to relax, pressed his cheek against his arms, and pushed back against the pressure, pushed until he felt the fiery stretch and give as Dink entered, the smooth, somehow forbidden pleasure as Dink’s swollen cock slid forward and filled him.
    His cock was thick and hard, larger than Mac remembered, but Dink moved slowly, carefully, until he was completely seated deep inside. Both of them sighed. Mac snorted a short bark of laughter, bit back the sound, and then almost laughed out loud at himself.
    He’d needed that laugh. For a minute there, he’d wondered how well or even if Dink was going to fit.
    Mac was still congratulating himself when Dink wrapped his lube-coated fingers around Mac’s erection and began to thrust deep and slow, stroking his full length in time with each rhythmic penetration. In, out, and back in again, the rhythm took hold of Mac, the sense of fullness held him, engulfed him in pleasure, in a sense of homecoming he’d not expected.
    This was Dink. The one he loved, the one who loved him. The man who knew all there was to know about MacArthur Dugan.
    All except those details he would learn tonight.
    Later. When they were both sated. When there was no longer this driving need to find completion, to fuck and be fucked, to love, to forget ... and then to remember.
    Dink’s steady thrusts were coming faster now, his deep breaths harsh against Mac’s neck, his balls slapping close up against Mac’s ass. His cock filling Mac with heat and strength and a sense of connection Mac hadn’t realized he’d missed so much.
    Dink’s fingers tightened around Mac’s cock. His breath stuttered in and out of his lungs and he drove deep, hard and then harder still, taking Mac with him, both of them crying out, cursing and laughing as they climaxed. The two of them, in sync as they’d been in everything they did so long ago.
    Max