The Man Who Hated Ned O'Leary (Dig Two Graves 2)

Breathless, Cole wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind, so he kissed Ned again and gently pulled back, moaning at the sweet friction of the hole squeezing around his cock. The cabin that had seemed so oppressive and ugly when they’d first arrived now became cozy. The fire crackled nearby as if joyful to offer its warmth, and the lingering scent of the berry preserves they’d eaten earlier hit his senses once more, adding to the sweetness already soothing his heart.

Ned breathed quickly, as if he were attempting to feed the flames inside Cole, but there was no need for it, because that fire was already charring them both. Cole grabbed the backs of Ned’s thighs and folded him in half before descending on him like a wolf that had finally hunted down the prey it had been tracking for days. He nipped on Ned’s brows, his nose, cheeks, lips, neck, even the still-healing ear where those same teeth had cut through not long ago, and there was no stopping his hunger.

Each thrust of Cole’s hips triggered an explosion of lust, but as he drank up the soft moans leaving Ned’s lips, sweet thoughts melted into raw desire, prompting him to squeeze and pet his lover, as if they’d never parted.

Ned’s cock twitched against his stomach, demanding attention. It hadn’t softened for a second and now marked Cole’s skin with salty juices. The scent of Ned’s sweat was like a hand tugging on Cole’s long hair and making him fuck the hot, muscular body under him more fervently, until Ned was all he could think about. All he could feel. All he could see and taste.

Just like that first time, Ned accepted Cole for a connection that was both raw and tender. Their fucking grew fervent, kisses turning into bites, and at times Ned squeezed Cole’s neck so hard breathing was barely possible. No other body under him could make him feel the way Ned’s did.

This man was the love of his life, the bane of his existence, and the most arousing bastard who’d ever walked the earth. Cole wanted him from the tip of his nose to the rough heels of his feet. Those feelings hadn’t gone away after seven years apart, and it struck him that no matter how much he wanted to be free of Ned, it would never happen.

He wrapped his arms around his lover’s form and fucked him harder, desperate to experience the same sense of completion he’d felt after their last time together. Like two wild beasts, they didn’t care that the floor was hard, or that one of them entrapped the other. All that mattered was the instinct that drove them to rock, rub, and squeeze.

Cole’s mind evaporated. He could only move and feel, so he opened up to Ned’s kisses and rutted against him until his balls throbbed, releasing their cream into Ned’s waiting body. Colors of a long-gone summer flashed on the backs of his eyelids, but he wasn’t yet done. His muscles might’ve felt heavy, but Ned’s cock was still rigid, and Cole’s natural greed lured him to it.

Pulling out of the tight heat was like stumbling from a warm bath straight into a pile of snow, so Cole curled between Ned’s legs and swallowed down his entire cock. Like that first time, he was so frantic, so excited that saliva spilled down his chin before he’d even buried his nose in the red curls at the base, and hummed with joy when its girth stretched his throat. Reveling in Ned’s moans and whimpers, he slid two fingers into the slippery hole he’d fucked and filled with his spunk only seconds ago. Just the thought of it made Cole’s balls ache with need to do it again, despite having already spent his lust.

Ned O’Leary marked as his once again.

He only bobbed his head over the delicious prick a few times before it spurted its juices, and filled his mouth with Ned’s essence. Cole didn’t want a drop spilled, so he tightened his lips around the hot piece of flesh and sucked, rolling his tongue against the smooth head. It was his to enjoy, his to caress and swallow.

Perfectly content with the heat pouring into his stomach, Cole slid his hand under Ned’s shirt, petting his partner’s shivering body all the way to the stiff nipples. He pinched one just to hear a soft whine, and Ned bucked his hips, pushing his tool in that bit deeper, but it was already going soft.

Cole held the cock in his mouth as it returned to its normal size, but by the time he kissed the head goodbye, reality was starting to claw at him, penetrating their bubble with its icy breath.

What had he done? Like a much younger man, who hadn’t yet learned to control his own impulses, he’d proven how weak he was to Ned’s touch. The truth he’d tried to keep hidden was out in the open, and Ned would use it against him like the cynical bastard he was.