Randall's Romance (Behind Closed Doors) by Lee Brazil Read Free Book Online Page A

breath and stared hopefully at Jason. Jason swallowed his doubts and nodded. "If you deviate from this plan, I will have no hesitation in knocking you out again." He warned.  Randall smiled, and the sheer beauty of it made Jason's heart stop for a moment. "Damn...when is this appointment?"
    "At half past four. There's plenty of time..."
    "You are a tease indeed," Jason murmured, rolling Randall beneath him smoothly. 
    "Danny?" The hesitant tone of Randall's voice surprised Jason.
    "Yes?" He rubbed his velvet-covered cheek over the man's bristled jaw, blew hot breath through the fabric to warm his ear. "I'd like to taste your skin, to feel it against my lips. Would you like that Randall?"
    "What I'd like, Danny, is for you to fuck me." There was no denying the erotic effect of the crude word uttered in the deep, cultured voice.
    The blunt statement set him aback for a scant moment. Then the impact on his body was immediate and undeniable. His prick surged to fullness, his heart raced. "Turn over." The gravelly quality of his voice astonished him. He slapped one firm muscled thigh, sending Gretton scrambling over onto his stomach.
    Their hushed breathing filled the little room. Jason slung a leg over Randall's hips, and nestled his prick in the crease of the man's ass. A stifled hiss greeted his action. Randall arched, pushing his buttocks into Jason's touch. Jason swayed, dropped down on his elbows. He rested his chest along Randall's back and brought his mouth to the man's ear. He peeled back the mask and tongued Gretton's ear lobe before biting it softly. "This way, we both get what we want. I'm going to trust you not to anything, Randy." The tenderness that made his chest ache annoyed him, so he continued. "But I am fully prepared to kill you if you do."
    Suave. He cursed the pride that made him say something so idiotic and waited to be bucked to the floor.
    Randall pointedly pressed his face into his arms, bracing them on the mattress. "I told you, my word is good. If you continue to question my honor, I may have to call you out." The taut buttocks flexed, squeezing him unmercifully.
    Grunting, Jason kissed his way over smooth muscles to the base of Randall's neck, then down his spine. He paused to lick the sensitive skin, smiling at the goose bumps that followed in his path. Taking a handful of flesh in each hand, he squeezed and massaged the taut buttocks, urging Randall up to his knees. "I haven't any cream to ease this, Randall."
    Randall vouchsafed him a snort in reply, then spread his knees, presenting his perfect pink hole to Jason. "I'm not looking for easy, Danny. So spit on it, and do it already."
    Chuckling to himself, Jason leaned forward and blew across the tight hole. The muscle constricted under the light caress. He licked his thumb and then pressed it to the opening. It tightened under his touch, then as Randall let loose a long slow breath, loosened, and softened. Jason rubbed the opening, then licked his palm, smoothing it over his leaking cock.
    Holding Randall in place with one hand in the small of his back, he guided himself into position. Applying, steady pressure, he stroked Randall's back, muttering soothing words of encouragement.
    "That's right, relax. Let me..."
    Randall groaned and shuddered, the tight ring of muscle slowly stretched and he hissed. "Yes..."
    Jason let himself sink inward, feeling the muscles clench and soften, enclosing him in a hot grasp that threatened to strip his hard held control away. "Don't let me hurt you," he bit out, gritting his teeth against a wave of pleasure.
    "Just...fuck me. Move! Hell fire!" He undulated sensuously, rocking back into Jason, sending his prick deeper. "Yes...like that, there!"
    Noting the shudder of ecstasy, the escalation of the man's breathing, Jason withdrew slightly and slid forward again, striking the same spot inside. Randall's body clenched around him. Jason reached around and took his prick in his hand. He stroked in time with his thrust,