going to make…" his words trailed off into a groan. Even as his mind left his body to deal with the bliss, he fought with the front of his pants to get his penis out. It was as if Laird could read his mind for his lover eased back while sucking on a finger. The wet finger was used to impale him while Laird twisted at his nipples with his free hand.
"Shit!" Race swore, riding down against Laird's finger. He spun his hips, sliding his body up and down.
He'd been with a few guys but none of them awakened such a primal surge within him. None of them left him feeling so thoroughly used. They hadn't known what to do with his piercings, but Laird did—Race gasped, feeling the digit slide out of him only to be slammed back in. Groaning, he grabbed Laird's belt and tugged. He ground his teeth at the wonderful pressure of having his hole invaded. He felt his orgasm coming as it built from his very core before curling his toes.
Race was in heaven as he arched upward to watch
through dazed eyes. His cock twitched then erupted without being touched. Spurt after spurt flew through the air and landed on the ground between his legs. He panted for air, loving the way Laird's long, thick finger navigated his hole.
He whispered Laird's name, delirious, while shaking on the floor.
Chapter Six
"You did what?" Rajan called.
"You heard him," Savaro laughed. "He met someone."
"He's only been there a few days. How do you meet someone on your vacation in only a few days?"
"Hey!" Xavier's voice hollered. It sounded far away, perhaps in another room. "Would you hooligans lower the volume? I'm trying to watch something here!"
"Laird met a man!" Rajan called to his boyfriend.
"He's telling us about it!"
There was tumbling around on their end.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Laird was tapping his forehead against the desk muttering, "Why? Why?
Why?" It'd been a few days since he'd made love with Race. Once again, the two of them weren't talking about it, and he wanted to rip his hair out. He kept getting hot and cold from the sexy cowboy.
"Okay, Laird. Talk to us," Xavier's voice came from over the phone.
"Why'd you put me on speakerphone?" Laird asked needlessly. Whenever he called his brothers and they were all in the same place, he ended up on speakerphone or webcam. Taking a breath, he walked over to the window watching Race run around like a wild man in the corral. "I haven't spoken to Winston yet but with all the noise we were making I'm pretty sure he knows."
"Oh boy," Savaro groaned.
"What?" Xavier asked.
"There's this—thing… I just feel like I can't breathe when he looks at me. It's a strange reaction, I know, but I love it."
"Go back to the noise!" Rajan pushed.
Laird rolled his shoulders, knowing he would have to tell them sooner or later. He might as well get it over with. "So the other night he took me out. We went to this club. I got us VIP and everything was going great until somehow he baited me and I was in his lap and we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Then I realized the kind of piercings he had—well I knew from before but I could only see it pushing out of his shirt. But then I felt them…"
"Oh boy!" Rajan interrupted.
"What?" Xavier questioned again.
"Then things just went downhill from there after this jerk barged into the VIP to hit on me."
"Whoa! What?" Xavier was beginning to sound like a broken record. "What did your guy say?"
"He was mad enough to spit fire. He wanted to pound the creep into the ground but I couldn't let that happen. So I tried talking some sense into the man who of course wouldn't listen so Race threw him out."
"Did you just say Race?" Xavier questioned. "Race McKade?"
Laird felt his heart lurch then raced. "You know him?"
"Erm… How much has he told you about himself?"
Xavier replied.
"Not much. I notice that people around here treat him like a leper and they whisper when he passes by. He keeps saying there's something in his past that I won't
"Shit!" Race swore, riding down against Laird's finger. He spun his hips, sliding his body up and down.
He'd been with a few guys but none of them awakened such a primal surge within him. None of them left him feeling so thoroughly used. They hadn't known what to do with his piercings, but Laird did—Race gasped, feeling the digit slide out of him only to be slammed back in. Groaning, he grabbed Laird's belt and tugged. He ground his teeth at the wonderful pressure of having his hole invaded. He felt his orgasm coming as it built from his very core before curling his toes.
Race was in heaven as he arched upward to watch
through dazed eyes. His cock twitched then erupted without being touched. Spurt after spurt flew through the air and landed on the ground between his legs. He panted for air, loving the way Laird's long, thick finger navigated his hole.
He whispered Laird's name, delirious, while shaking on the floor.
Chapter Six
"You did what?" Rajan called.
"You heard him," Savaro laughed. "He met someone."
"He's only been there a few days. How do you meet someone on your vacation in only a few days?"
"Hey!" Xavier's voice hollered. It sounded far away, perhaps in another room. "Would you hooligans lower the volume? I'm trying to watch something here!"
"Laird met a man!" Rajan called to his boyfriend.
"He's telling us about it!"
There was tumbling around on their end.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Laird was tapping his forehead against the desk muttering, "Why? Why?
Why?" It'd been a few days since he'd made love with Race. Once again, the two of them weren't talking about it, and he wanted to rip his hair out. He kept getting hot and cold from the sexy cowboy.
"Okay, Laird. Talk to us," Xavier's voice came from over the phone.
"Why'd you put me on speakerphone?" Laird asked needlessly. Whenever he called his brothers and they were all in the same place, he ended up on speakerphone or webcam. Taking a breath, he walked over to the window watching Race run around like a wild man in the corral. "I haven't spoken to Winston yet but with all the noise we were making I'm pretty sure he knows."
"Oh boy," Savaro groaned.
"What?" Xavier asked.
"There's this—thing… I just feel like I can't breathe when he looks at me. It's a strange reaction, I know, but I love it."
"Go back to the noise!" Rajan pushed.
Laird rolled his shoulders, knowing he would have to tell them sooner or later. He might as well get it over with. "So the other night he took me out. We went to this club. I got us VIP and everything was going great until somehow he baited me and I was in his lap and we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Then I realized the kind of piercings he had—well I knew from before but I could only see it pushing out of his shirt. But then I felt them…"
"Oh boy!" Rajan interrupted.
"What?" Xavier questioned again.
"Then things just went downhill from there after this jerk barged into the VIP to hit on me."
"Whoa! What?" Xavier was beginning to sound like a broken record. "What did your guy say?"
"He was mad enough to spit fire. He wanted to pound the creep into the ground but I couldn't let that happen. So I tried talking some sense into the man who of course wouldn't listen so Race threw him out."
"Did you just say Race?" Xavier questioned. "Race McKade?"
Laird felt his heart lurch then raced. "You know him?"
"Erm… How much has he told you about himself?"
Xavier replied.
"Not much. I notice that people around here treat him like a leper and they whisper when he passes by. He keeps saying there's something in his past that I won't
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