Rough [02] - Roughhousing by Laura Baumbach Read Free Book Online

darting to his groin, James could see his own erection standing proud, heavily engorged. From between the parted edges of his shirttails, the glistening crown curved upward facing him.
    Average in size and girth, the surrounding starkness of the white shirt accentuated its flushed, rosy color and jutting stance, making it appear larger and surreal, as if it was an erotic still life. A drip of pre-come filled the slit in the dusky tip, breaking the illusion. James groaned softly at the sight and one hand reached down to touch the needy, beckoning flesh. When a sudden, deep growl of disapproval rumbled out of his lover, his hand instantly fell to his waist, fingers fidgeting restlessly with the last unyielding buttons of his shirt.
    "No touching yet."
    Pushing away the slight sense of helpless awkwardness he felt at laying there like an obedient, debauched but willing plaything, James couldn't stop the shiver that slithered through his body at the commanding tone of Bram's voice. No matter how much he was in control of his life and emotions, the moment they closed the bedroom door, he instantly needed to give himself over to the massive, tender-rough man. Sometimes it scared him how much he trusted and wanted Bram.
    James’ anxious gaze flickered up and he was captured in his lover's waiting, pale blue, heated stare. Fascinated stare locked on the tall, powerful body, James watched Bram slowly remove his clothing one tailored, fashionable piece at a time. As mouth-watering and stunningly attractive as the brawny man had been fully dressed in dinner wear, the expensive suit had nothing on the amazing body it covered. James swallowed hard to ease the sudden, unexpected tightness in his throat. He let his eyes take in the impressive sight.
    Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Bram shrugged it off his shoulders, one sculptured deltoid at a time. He let it slide down his arms, its soft brightness framing his tanned, contoured body. Chest exposed, Bram's muscles rippled with each movement he made, showcasing the graceful power that hid under the massive bulk of hard flesh.
    Feeling the heat of arousal flush through him, James licked his lips and remembered how it felt to drag his tongue over the twin dark nubs that formed Bram's nipples. He loved the way the big man clutched his head to them as he suckled the sensitive buds, moaning and encouraging him with a heavy, demanding grasp, square fingers woven tightly through James’ hair. He imagined he could feel the heat of Bram's palm on his scalp and his cock jerked at the thought.
    A small whimper slipped out of his parted mouth and his breathing increased to a shallow panting. Eyes still directed at his lover, James’ shook as his fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons on his shirt until they popped through the tight holes. The yielding fabric fell to his sides, exposing his quivering abdomen. He ran his fingertips lightly through the dark trail of fine hairs on his stomach tracing them down to his straining cock. One commanding glare from Bram stopped him just short of his instinctive goal. James took a deep breath and relaxed, dropping his arms to his sides, forcing his fingers to caress the cool fibers of the sheets instead of the bulging veins of his beckoning shaft.
    Bram nodded approvingly and dropped his discarded shirt to the floor. Toeing off his socks, he ran his thumbs leisurely around the inside of his open waistband, pushing his pants and shorts over the firm curve of his muscular ass. Once free, he shimmied his hips and the cloth fell to the carpet in a whisper-soft swish. Bram stepped out of them and then bent down and retrieved them, giving James an amazing view of his ass.
    Ridged with pulsing veins, Bram's full cock and heavy scrotum swung between his thickly corded thighs, broad shoulders bulging with each sinewy ripple of firm muscle as he gathered up his clothes and then stood. Bram took James’ breath away. One look at the hot expression in the big man's eyes