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

became aware of his partner's persistent touch and he let the sensation of Bram's strong, demanding hands invade his frenzied thoughts.
    James felt Bram gradually take control of the manic embrace, starting with the kiss. Bram coaxed James’ darting tongue into his own mouth and held it there, slowly stroking it again and again until its frantic actions became a mirror of his own leisurely caress. Bram's rough, blunt hands massaged and kneaded James’ tense shoulders and back, working their way down to the curve of his hips and beyond, but never doing more. Their heat seeped into his flesh and their powerful touch reassured and comforted him, easing his desperate movements.
    It was almost painful as his fears slowly ebbed away, but James relaxed muscle by tense muscle, and the panic subsided to a dull, pulsing ache under his ribs.
    Gently breaking away from the long kiss, Bram pushed the sweaty strands of curls from James’ face and murmured, “That's it, baby, I'm right here, just take it slow. This time it's going to take awhile.” He locked blue eye with James, and James could see the understanding there. Bram winked and added, “We've got lots of time, because I'm not going anywhere.” He rained a spattering of soft, coaxing kisses on James’ mouth. Tone turning dark and raw, he huskily added, “And neither are you."
    Before James could reply, Bram pulled him down and claimed his mouth again. James’ body answered for him. He melted into Bram's embrace, his breath stolen, and his pulse pounding in his veins instead of pounding through his head. He didn't realize they were rolling over again until the cool sheets hit his back and part of Bram's body settled comfortably over him.
    Bram's lips released him from the deep, passionate kiss only to pepper his face and eyelids with more soft, tiny kisses, the sensation like warm raindrops on his skin. One of Bram's hands carded through James’ sweaty hair, the repetitive motion loving and calming. Bram worked one knee between James’ legs and James willingly opened for Bram, eager to bring them into closer contact any way he could.
    A rough textured palm petted down James’ side, kneading and rubbing circles over his heated flesh, calming his mind and inflaming his desire.
    James gripped Bram's broad shoulders, sliding one hand up to tangle in the man's thick, honey-blond hair. The soft, silky strands flowed through his fingers like sand while the heat from Bram's scalp radiated gentle warmth into James’ shaking palm.
    The faint but rich scent of soap mixed with Bram's own earthy smell teased James’ nose. He inhaled deeply, his body responding to the familiar, sexy scent that was only evident when they were wrapped around each other, making it intimate and alluring to James, like an expensive cologne. He felt his cock swell and his balls tighten, his body hungering for more.
    Running one hand down Bram's chest, James let his fingers follow the sweeping curves of the man's sculptured muscles to the waist then retrace their steps to pluck at one taut, peaked nipple. A gasp of surprise escaped Bram, his warm, slightly Scotch-tinged breath wafting over James’ face between light kisses. James smiled at the response and did it again, delighting in the way Bram's hands tightened on his flesh, gripping his hips and weighing him down. Desire flaring, pushed on by a new wave of panic, James spread his legs wider, drawing one knee up to coax Bram's thigh against his scrotum. He rubbed his hips against Bram's firm, stiff cock and wormed his hand down between them to grab the beckoning rod. James’ hand was pulled off the moment it made contact.
    With James’ wrist in one hand, Bram took James’ face in the other hand and forced him to lie still. James blinked several times to help clear his jumbled thoughts and emotions then focused on Bram's patiently waiting face.
    Stare riveted to Bram's loving gaze, James relaxed. His wrist was slowly brought up and pressed onto the