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

Hot breath caressed Cole’s cheek, but he didn’t let Ned speak and pressed their lips together, instantly overcome by the need to claw at the layers separating that muscular body from his.

Ned didn’t question any of it and acted as Cole expected him to, just like he had when Cole had helped him cheat at cards on the day they’d met. He placed his hand on Cole’s hips, then ran them up the sides of Cole’s body again and again as their tongues engaged in a mating ritual of licking and sucking.

Ned was as eager and hungry as during their first kiss, only this time no one would stand in their way if they wanted to fuck. No one would bang against the wall to chase them off, and no one would force them apart. Cole hastily unbuttoned the flap at the rear of his underwear and held on to Ned as soon as cool air prickled his rear.

They were alone and could indulge in this fantasy however they chose to.

Cole hummed, pulling back Ned’s head to control the intense kiss while his prick grew, already going rigid, trapped between his body and the layer of flannel. Jolts of lust sparked over his skin when Ned squeezed the flesh on Cole’s back as if he couldn’t contain the excitement buzzing inside him.

Cole let out a strangled gasp and nipped on Ned’s tongue, greedy to feel him twitch. Ned tasted of the same tooth powder Cole used, but the hint of sweetness and warmth were all his, along with the musky aroma Cole sensed in the crook of Ned’s neck, already present after their bath.

Cole loved how Ned gave into him, not because of weakness but because he desired Cole too much to keep calm. When Ned’s fingers slid down Cole’s spine, and at the small of his back met skin, not fabric, his eyes opened wide in question. Fortunately his mouth was too busy kissing to voice it.

Yes, Neddie, it’s your lucky day.

Cole rocked against him, making sure that his prick rubbed the bulge hiding under Ned’s nightshirt. In this darkness, Cole was free to close his eyes and suck on warm, inviting lips without having to think of the consequences. This wasn’t a cabin in the mountains. They were in a hotel, and if Cole believed in it hard enough, he’d soon hear the dull sound of music and voices coming from downstairs.

In this alternative reality, Ned’s body was hot from the sun it had been absorbing all day, and while the world had turned against them, they were determined to stand by each other, whatever happened.

With his tongue rolling over Ned’s palate, he dragged his hands down, settling them on the powerful chest he wished to feast on tonight. It was too cold for them to get naked, but even through fabric he could sense that Ned’s pectorals were thick like two slabs of venison.

Ned’s breath tickled him as it quickened, and the heartbeat racing under Cole’s fingers told him all about Ned’s arousal. When Ned tentatively ran his fingers over Cole’s naked skin, just above the crack, Cole reached back and pushed them down. There was no room for hesitation in sharpshooting, and he wouldn’t allow it here either.

Ned gasped, and his greedy fingers were quick to squeeze Cole’s ass the moment he got permission. It was an unfamiliar kind of touch, yet it fueled the desire already simmering inside Cole, and he shut Ned’s mouth, rocking against him when the big palms groped his buttocks, as if trying to memorize their shape.

Coming up for air, Cole rubbed his moustache against Ned’s smooth skin and dragged his teeth over the warm ear, but when Ned’s mouth descended on the shoulder revealed by Cole’s underwear, hot threads sank into Cole’s flesh and pulled him in, rolling his rigid prick against Ned’s in a lustful haze.

Ned’s heart still beat for him, and if Cole could only silence the roar of his own goddamn mind, he could melt into Ned the way he secretly wanted to. He reached to the buttons of Ned’s long johns, eager to feel that thick cock.

“Yes… God… he’s fucking ready,” Ned mumbled when his fingers found their way to Cole’s hole and teased it. Every single hair on Cole’s body bristled in excitement at the intimate touch.

Ned was talking to himself again, but while Cole chose to ignore it, the joyful tone vibrated down his back, prompting him to push at Ned’s chest until his head hit the covers. Grinning, he yanked Ned’s underwear down, and licked his lips when the stiff cock bobbed, free of the confining fabric. Cole could barely see it, but when he reached down, the tip tickled his inner wrist, leaving dampness wherever it touched. Firm and solid, it fit so well in Cole’s hand, and he gave it a slow pump, his gaze fixed on Ned, who inhaled loudly and pushed his hips up with so much strength he managed to lift Cole.