RufflingThePeacocksFeathers by Charlie Richards Read Free Book Online Page B

said. “You said to ride you, so now you gotta take my pace.”
    Rueben’s green eyes widened, then dropped closed. “Then move, baby. Please, move. I’m dyin’ here.”
    Chuckling, Lamar gave in to his mate’s pleas. “No dying,” he crooned. “Then you’d miss out on me sucking your cock, or eating your ass, or pounding into me as we shower together.”
    As the words rolled off his tongue unchecked, similar to the way his body took over—rising and lowering on Rueben’s cock—Lamar prayed he wasn’t scaring the man away. Fortunately, Rueben didn’t seem in the least bit coherent. He was too busy saying, “Yeah, baby, right there, just like that, faster, harder…”
    Lamar, spurred on by his lover’s cries, planted his feet, and did exactly as Rueben wanted. He rose and fell swiftly, riding his man’s dick.
    “Oh, shit! Close!” Rueben groaned.
    Rueben reached up and gripped Lamar’s erection tightly, providing exquisite pressure to the organ. Lamar rocked between the hard ridge of flesh filling his ass and the amazing pressure around his cock. His balls pulled tight once more, heralding another mind-numbing orgasm. Lamar wanted, needed his man to come with him. He tightened his sphincter muscles rhythmically as he rose and fell.
    Through slitted eyelids, Lamar watched Rueben throw his head back and roar his release. Rueben’s dick swelled and flooded the condom deep inside him. Unable to resist the siren call of his mate’s arched neck, Lamar pressed their chests together and sank his canines into Rueben’s neck.
    His mate groaned and shuddered beneath him. The noise was music to Lamar’s ears, telling him Rueben had come again. Lamar couldn’t hold off his own release any longer. He spurted, filling the space between them, painting their stomachs and chests with his seed.
    For several seconds, both men just lay there, Lamar’s weight heavy upon his lover’s. He carefully licked his mate’s neck clean, relieved to see that it wouldn’t be exceptionally noticeable. Lamar hoped Rueben wouldn’t mind that he hadn’t warned him.
    To Lamar’s relief, when he lifted his head, he discovered Rueben smiling languidly at him. “That was amazing,” he slurred slightly. The way his eyelids drooped showed the pull of sleep had a firm grip on his lover.
    Lamar pressed a soft butterfly kiss to smiling lips. “I’ll be right back with a cloth to clean you up,” he whispered.
    “Thanks, sweet,” Rueben mumbled as he trailed the fingers of his right hand through the cum Lamar had painted over his chest. He winked and brought the white cream to his mouth, sucking it from his fingers. “Mmm.”
    Heat streaked across his chest, and Lamar felt his dick try to stir. Shaking his head, Lamar snickered. “Be right back.”
    Hustling into the bathroom, Lamar grabbed a cloth. He turned on the water, waiting until it ran warm, then quickly soaked the cloth and cleaned himself. Rinsing only took a moment. As he shut the water off and turned toward the doorway, Lamar mentally felt his peacock trill happily in his mind. It was almost as if he could see his peacock fanning his tail and showing off its colorful feathers. He shivered and swallowed hard as an odd sense of peace flooded him.
    Shaking it off as residual endorphins from his multiple orgasms, Lamar returned to his lover. Seeing Rueben jerk his hand away from his groin and his half-erect cock, Lamar lifted a brow and smirked. “Need help with something?” he teased.
    Rueben actually flushed, his chest turning a pale pink color. “Condoms not made to withstand two amazing orgasms like the ones you gave me.” He seemed to regain his bravado and smiled cheekily while reaching down and cupping his testicles. “I dripped and didn’t want to get it on the bed, but I bet it’d be even better if you licked me clean.”
    Lamar snickered and placed one knee on the bed, leaning close. Because the man smelled so good, Lamar did as Rueben asked. He swiped his