NecessaryDecision by A.D. Christopher Read Free Book Online

felt like it was going to blow off when I came,” Kylar whispered, the
heat in his voice making Varek’s cock twitch. “It was that fucking good. Is
that what you want to hear?”
    “Actually, I think talking is overrated.” Varek smiled, and
finally dared to believe.
    “I agree.” Kylar circled his hips, grinding against Varek’s
cock, drawing a gasp from the other man.
    It was a sound of passion, but not submission. There was
nothing submissive about Varek. His hands were commanding, not questioning, as
his fingers dug into Kylar’s skin, tugging him in for a heated kiss. Their
tongues twined together, jaws working, power meeting power and coming away
frenzied. Kissing Varek was like kissing fire, something that consumed and
devoured, daring Kylar to burn just as bright.
    Gable was a shiver of joy that filled him to bursting with
fullness. Varek was a storm that blew fierce and strong. They were as different
as two men could be, but each completely entrancing, captivating.
    And arousing, so goddamn arousing.
    Kylar fisted Varek’s cock and jerked as they continued to
kiss like the world was ending, stumbling toward the bank through some unspoken
agreement that the water wasn’t the best place for what they wanted to do next.
    “Fuck,” Varek groaned and worked his hips in time, as eager
for Kylar’s touch as Gable had been since the first.
    “Yes. Fucking is exactly what I had in mind.”
    Varek laughed, a short, breathless sound that quickly turned
into another moan of passion. He brought his big hands to Kylar’s cock, tugging
his shaft with one hand while cupping and rolling Kylar’s balls with the other.
He was as shameless and eager as Gable, ready to reach for pleasure with both
hands. They were both such passionate men, so in tune with their bodies and
desires.
    “You are…amazing. I can see why he fell so fast,” Varek
panted against Kylar’s lips.
    And their hearts. They were also in tune with their hearts.
Kylar knew he could stand to learn a thing or two from these amazing men. But
first, he wanted to learn more about Varek, about this strong, masculine body
and that tight ass the other man had so eagerly presented for him earlier in
the night.
    “I want to fuck you.”
    “Then fuck me,” Varek said, a challenge in his voice Kylar
couldn’t resist. He crouched, sweeping his arm under Varek’s legs, knocking him
in the shallow water. Varek let out a sound of surprise—half laughter, half
shout—and tackled Kylar, wrestling him to the riverbank. There they rolled over
and over, first Varek pinning Kylar and then Kylar, Varek, and again and again,
until they were sweating with exertion and Kylar’s cock throbbed with the need
to shove between Varek’s legs.
    When Varek faltered for a moment, leaving his back
unprotected, Kylar pounced, digging his fingers into the other man’s thick
shoulders, spreading his legs with a rough jerk of his knees. Varek arched his
hips with a moan, presenting his ass, giving Kylar the last encouragement he
needed to thrust into his second hole. Varek cried out in pleasure-pain as
Kylar drove deep, deep, deep, stopping only when he was buried to his aching
sac.
    “You feel amazing,” Kylar whispered against Varek’s neck,
scenting the spicy hint of Gable’s sweat on the larger man’s skin and finding
it sexier than he could have imagined.
    He wanted to fuck this man, wanted to ride him while the
smell of Gable rose between them, uniting them, sealing the promise that
lingered in the air. The promise to try, to explore, to see if Gable was right,
if Varek could love Kylar, and maybe Kylar could love Varek as well.
    But for now, love came second to lust, to the pulse-pounding
desire that made it hard to go slow, to ease in and out of Varek’s ass, giving
him the chance to adjust to Kylar’s length and girth.
    “Is this what you call fucking?” Varek asked, shoving his
hips back with a sharp movement. “I’m not made of glass, Kylar.”
    “Oh