Nischal [leopard spots 9] by Bailey Bradford Read Free Book Online Page A

held Preston’s cock at the base with one hand, and with the other he went after that little glistening treasure. He held the glans and used his index finger to prod at Preston’s slit.
    “Oh,” Preston sighed, his legs falling open. Nischal bit his lip and stopped. He hadn’t been thinking, but groping an unconscious man was…unconscionable.
    “Please,” Preston whispered, his voice a mere wisp of sound.
    Nischal stiffened as he looked up to find Preston’s eyes barely open but focused on him.
    “Please, touch me,” Preston begged, catching Nischal’s hand and bringing it back to his cock. “Please.”
    Nischal squinted at Preston. The man didn’t waver or cower, nor did he let go of Nischal’s hand. Maybe he was feeling the same tug of attraction Nischal was feeling then.
    He swept his finger over Preston’s slit and captured the bit of cum. With Preston watching him, Nischal brought the tangy-smelling stuff to his mouth. He licked it from his finger, and Preston whimpered.
    Nischal absorbed the salty, bitter flavour. It seemed to melt into his entire body, to blend in with every cell in his being and become a part of him. Kapuk has to have been right. There’s no other explanation for it. Simple lust was nowhere near as strong as the need Nischal felt for Preston. If it had just been a matter of being horny, someone other than just Preston would have turned Nischal on, and no one else had.
    Preston wiggled again, and his soft butt cheeks somehow aligned on either side of Nischal’s dick.
    “Oh, yes,” Preston hissed. “That’s what I want.”
    Nischal wanted that too, whatever it was. He slid one hand up and down Preston’s shaft while using his other hand to hold onto one of Preston’s hips. The man was just divinely built, the perfect mix of soft and hard.
    Preston undulated and Nischal’s eyes crossed as pleasure poured into him from his groin upwards. “Gods,” he muttered, trying to rock his hips so he could drive his cock along Preston’s crack with more force. “Be still, and let me move.”
    He didn’t have any experience, true, but instinct was a wonderful thing. Nischal rutted against Preston’s crease. The slightly furry trench was hot and deep enough, the pressure good enough, that Nischal’s mind was going to melt and run right out of his prick.
    Preston began muttering, “In me, in me, goddamn it,” as he nudged Nischal’s hand away from his cock. Nischal released Preston’s length grudgingly until he remembered those pointed tips he wanted to play with.
    Nischal used his arms to hold Preston still, angling his elbows against Preston’s sides as he found Preston’s nipples. Preston was still trying to order him around, but Nischal was losing himself in the man’s body, his sounds, his demands.
    He found Preston’s nipples and had to look at them. That flesh was even more distended, and thick, reminding Nischal of pencil erasers. He grabbed onto them eagerly and pinched.
    “Fuck!” Preston shouted, and he wasn’t still anymore. He ground back against Nischal. “Please, fuck me, please fuck me—”
    Nischal wanted to, but Preston was squirming and writhing as he jerked himself off and rubbed his ass over Nischal’s cock. Nischal thrust up rapidly as he pinched Preston’s tits again.
    Preston flung his head back, smacking the hell out of Nischal’s collarbone, but the pain was fine. He’d had worse, and he liked seeing Preston like this, out of his mind with need. Preston whimpered and Nischal twisted on the turgid buds. Preston jolted like he’d stepped on a live wire, then he mewled and shook as he came.
    Nischal kept the pressure on those nipples as he fucked Preston’s crease. He finally let one go long enough to press a hand low down on Preston’s belly, driving his ass back.
    Then ecstasy sparked in Nischal’s balls. It flowed to his cock, his ass, his groin, then spiralled out to all parts of his body. He gasped as he fought the impulse to bite