Second Chances by Andrea Speed, A.B. Gayle, Jessie Blackwood, Katisha Moreish, J.J. Levesque Read Free Book Online Page A

only on his shoulder blades. Miles rammed his cock into him like a jack hammer. Fast and furious. Wailing as he did so. Pouring all his months, his years of frustration and want into the act. Tears streamed down his face; the wail turning into a screaming howl as he came.
    The sudden change of speed caught Gil by surprise. It looked like any restraint Miles might have possessed had just snapped. Gil met each aggressive thrust with one of his own, matching his lover’s urgency with wild abandon. The noises Miles was making were positively obscene and Gil felt the unmistakable sensations of his own orgasm beginning to uncoil in his guts. He felt his balls tighten under the rough handling and then Miles angled to hit his prostate and he lost control completely. His head pressed into the pillow, back arched, muscles straining as his cock swelled, cum bursting over Miles’ hand. Wave after wave of pleasure blotted his senses to anything other than the man above him, Miles’ cries echoing in his ears.
    Miles lowered Gil carefully back onto the bed. His knees were threatening to give out as his body kept spasming from the experience. Miles tore off the condom, threw it on the floor beside him and gathered Gil up in his arms, stroking his back. The young man was panting hard, chest heaving. Shit, he’d probably hurt the poor guy. So much for being gentle! So much for taking it slow. Miles grimaced to himself as he rubbed his palm tenderly over Gil’s arm.
    “Sorry,” he said again. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t though. He’d never forget this night, no matter how long he lived. “Been watching too many porn videos.”
    A ragged laugh escaped Gil’s lips as he lay there, a boneless heap in Miles’ arms. He opened one eye and regarded the doctor silently for a moment.
    “Well, it’s been a long time between drinks you might say,” Miles added defensively. “What else was I going to do?” Shit, talk about desperate and depraved. Not good. Miles propped himself up on one elbow so he could look at Gil. The man looked at peace, relaxed. He was smiling anyway.
    “Perhaps if we fuck more often, I’ll learn how to calm down and take it slower.” Miles chuckled and then retreated to the end of the bed, ducking to avoid the pillow Gil pulled out from under his head and threw at him. Now what? Neither of them could leave because they were already home. He glanced around Gil’s bedroom. This was the first time he’d ever really spent any time in here and in the morning he’d be gone. They both would be. “I suppose it would have made more sense to spend the evening packing instead of…” fucking your brains out, making love… which was it? “This was probably a huge mistake.” Miles caught himself before he said sorry again.
    Gil frowned, even though he felt absurdly happy, and sat up, grabbing some tissues to clean himself up. “Damn sure I hope you don’t mean that,” he said, reaching to grab Miles’ arm and drag him back to the warmth of the bed. “Come on, we both need to rest. We can grab a shower and a few hours packing before we need to go…” he paused, feeling the resistance. “Miles? What’s wrong?” he asked as the man almost pulled away.
    Wrong?
Everything was wrong. After a lifetime of devotion to one man, he’d fucked a guy he barely knew. Someone much younger than himself. Someone untouched by all the shit Miles had endured over the last few years. In the short time he’d known him though, Gil was the only person who had managed to get under his defenses. The first one who had even wanted to. But did Gil just see him as another “case”, another person to care for? And what had he said about Lyle? Something about wanting to be there for him, but no promises. Promises. Promises were dangerous. Promises meant giving something of yourself. Laying yourself wide open, vulnerable. Could he go through that again? Maybe he should go back to his own bed. Let this just be about sex. One more