Heartsville 03 - Another Shot (J.H. Knight) by Heartsville Read Free Book Online Page A

to the top of the bed, and then the urgency from earlier seemed to ease. In its place was a tender affection, a curiosity as they explored each other’s bodies.
    Aaron pulled back and wrapped his arm around Brad’s shoulder, moving until Brad was over him, sheltering Aaron’s body with his own. Their bare erections grazed together as Brad settled himself between Aaron’s legs and kissed him again.
    In the back of his mind, Aaron was vaguely aware of the fact that he could come just like this, with nothing more than the press of Brad’s body against him. It was silly and almost embarrassing, but he liked it. They fit together in a lot of ways already, and this? This was just one more way they seemed to work.
    “Condoms?” Brad asked, his voice rough, maybe even a little desperate, as if he’d been running in the desert all night and had just found water.
    Aaron could barely think, but he managed to point to his nightstand. Brad took the cue and reached across, grinding his hips in a way that made Aaron gasp.
    Brad surprised him with a laugh. “We’ll see what we can do with this later,” he said, pulling out a dildo and dropping it on the bed before he reached into the drawer again.
    Aaron hid his face, embarrassed, but he laughed too.
    Thankfully, Brad’s second exploration of the nightstand proved more fruitful and he pulled back with condoms and lube.
    It took a few moments—Brad slicking his fingers, pushing in slowly—to get Aaron ready for him. It was sloppy and awkward and perfect all at the same time, broken up with kisses and breathy laughs and then sighs and groans of pleasure.
    Brad pushed Aaron’s legs back until Aaron understood and draped them over Brad’s strong shoulders. “Your yoga is paying off,” Brad whispered. The joke, the chuckle, died in his throat as he stroked his cock against Aaron’s entrance, pushing in painfully slow.
    “I’ll be sure and—” Aaron didn’t even know what he’d meant to say. The words were gone, disappearing into the night with a sharp inhale as his body tensed. He had to force himself to relax, had to remember how to breathe through the burn, the overwhelming sensations as Brad buried himself deeper into Aaron’s body. They both stilled for countless seconds. Aaron rested his hands on Brad’s arms, felt the shuddering restraint surging through him, tension in every muscle.
    “Yeah?” Brad whispered, a plea for permission.
    Aaron couldn’t answer, his mouth suddenly dry, his voice caught in his throat. Instead he nodded, pressed down against the invasion, and rocked his hips just slightly.
    That was all Brad needed. He drew back and thrust in, slow, but powerful. Once, twice… and then they were off, racing each other as their bodies demanded more.
    Brad leaned in and planted a hot, wet kiss against Aaron’s mouth, bit down and groaned when Aaron threaded his fingers into Brad’s hair and pulled sharply. One drop of sweat dripped down from Brad’s brow and left a cool trail against Aaron’s heated skin.
    “Stroke yourself,” Brad growled.
    The sound of his voice alone sent an electric shock through Aaron, but he managed to do as he was told, slipping his hand between them and wrapping his fingers around his cock.
    He tried to match Brad’s rhythm, but it was pointless. Brad rocked into him, driving faster and harder with each heavy thrust, and all Aaron could do was try to keep up. He slicked his fingers over the head of his own cock before he trailed his thumb against the crown in a rough, dizzying motion, and when Brad cried out, stilled as if he’d been struck by lightning, Aaron was there with him, coming hard and breathless, painting them both in wet heat.
     
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    After a few minutes and some basic cleanup, Brad settled back against Aaron’s pillows and pulled him close. “I’m really glad I ignored my strict no-blind-dates policy.”
    Aaron laughed softly as he tangled his legs with Brad’s and rested his head against Brad’s