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

made his mouth water and his chest ache with a need to have Bram nearer to him. James’ hands twitched with the desire to touch the luscious mountain of heated, tanned flesh unabashedly displayed before him. When Bram slowly slid one hand over the planes of that hard-packed abdomen and down to stroke that bobbing erection, James’ hips involuntarily bucked up, wordlessly enticing his lover to come to him. His insides felt like someone had poured molten lava into his bloodstream as waves of raging fire coursed through every cell of his being. Even his mind felt fevered and his vision blurred, overwhelmed with a consuming emotion he didn't dare try to name. He knew he loved Bram, but this, this was something more, something indefinable and new.
    God, the things this man made him feel, made him want, without even touching him, were absolutely frightening. Here he lay, sprawled and vulnerable, wanting to give everything he had to someone who had been a complete stranger only a few weeks ago. This whole relationship was terrifying on levels James couldn't even think about yet.
    Afraid he'd run from the room if he thought any more about loving this possessive, perfect-for-him man, James forced out the verbal challenge again, inviting his lover to ravage him and stop his mind from spinning.
    "Come on, Caveman. Reclaim me, take me again, I know you want to.” James swallowed hard and raised one leg, provocatively exposing his opening to his lover's hungry stare. His voice was rough and unsteady. “I want you, Bram.” James licked his lips, sucking his lower lip into his mouth, shutting off his words before he said too much. He felt his jaw tremble and he bit down hard on his captured lip to still it, hoping Bram wouldn't notice the tremor.
    "Hey.” A long, warm mass of flesh and muscle slid close as Bram plastered himself to James’ side. He rolled part of his weight onto James’ chest, hooking a leg over both of James’ to trap them in place. Bram faced James, hovering over him. Bram tapped a callused finger against the tortured lip, slowly coaxing the bruised, plump skin from between James’ teeth.
    Whispering softly, Bram smiled. “I have plans for those lips. Ease up, Jamie.” He rubbed his thumb over the swollen contours, concern shining in his eyes. “Ravaging your mouth is my job."
    James’ eyelids fell closed at the first touch of Bram's skilled lips. Bram filled his senses, and he sank into the sensations flooding him as his lover's solid, reassuring weight and questing tongue pushed away his nagging fears and anxiety.
    Suddenly overwhelmed by the need to have Bram even closer, he wrapped his arms around the big man's neck, hands feverishly touching and grasping at whatever part of his lover's body he could blindly find. James’ fingers dug into Bram's sides and shoulders, only to release them and skitter off to take hold somewhere else seconds later. His tongue danced wildly against Bram's, darting and jabbing, fueled by a panicked impulse to devour and possess and be devoured and possessed. His hips ground up against Bram's firm thigh and his cock eagerly slid over the other man's warm, supple skin.
    James felt like he was about to burst into flames. With a sudden rush of panicked energy, he rolled up and over until he was lying on Bram's chest, pinning the big man to the bed with his full weight.
    He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Bram, never needed anyone this way. James had known that after the first early moments in their relationship when Bram had declared his love to James. They had know each other less than twenty-four hours and Bram knew what he wanted and what he felt and had been able to say it. James had known, too, but hadn't been as brave as Bram. Now he wanted to shout it to the world, but the words were stuck, choked back by the intense emotions flaring through his frantic body and mind. He bucked hard against Bram, increasing his assault on Bram's willing mouth. Gradually James