The Man Who Loved Cole Flores (Dig Two Graves 1)

He gave himself over to instinct and tuned in to the languid motion of Cole’s hand, which guided him up and down but never forced him farther than he could go. Cole would always stop the moment his prick teased the edge of Ned’s throat, dragging his hot shaft back, over the roof of his mouth.

Ned couldn’t remain passive for long though and rolled Cole’s balls in his hand, the same way he’d often touched himself for pleasure. The firm thighs on either side of him rose, and their trembling prompted Ned to soothe one of the long legs with gentle petting. With nothing to hold him back, Ned let himself explore his friend’s body in ways he’d never touched anyone.

This kind of thing would have been indecent with a woman, and out of the question with a man, yet here he was, stroking and tasting Cole to his heart’s content. As if nothing was out of bounds in the silence of this tent.

Cole made the softest, sweetest of gasps that had already become Ned’s addiction, but his hand showed Ned what he needed, pulling on his hair, then pushing Ned’s head lower. His thighs shook harder, knees dug into Ned’s flesh, and he leaned above Ned, rubbing his nose and lips against Ned’s clothed back, mindlessly forcing the hard shaft deeper. This time, Ned didn’t even choke, as if arousal had relaxed all muscles in his body, including those in his sensitive throat.

“You feel so, so good, Neddie,” Cole rasped, rubbing Ned’s shoulder blades with one hand as his scent turned thicker.

Those were the words Ned had never known he needed to hear, but oh did they taste delicious. Encouraged by the pace of Cole’s breath, he drank the cock-flavored saliva gathering in his mouth and squeezed his tongue against the hard prick as if the world beyond the tent no longer existed. He couldn’t take all of the cock in, but swallowed as much of the rigid hot flesh as he could each time he pushed down in a frenzy of lust the likes he’d never before experienced.

The past two times, it had been Cole who’d taken care of his needs, but as glorious as that had felt, the joy of serving another man’s lust unleashed an unexpected storm inside Ned.

The craving to be closer still made his shoulders tremble, so he wrapped his arms around Cole’s waist, hugging him as he dove in, greedy to drink his spend the way Cole had taken in his. There could be nothing better in the world than tasting Cole’s arousal and knowing he’d been the one to cause it.

“Yes. Oh, Ned, lick me. Suck me,” Cole whispered, kissing Ned’s shoulder and sliding his big hands down Ned’s back. Their heat burned through two layers of fabric, but Ned still arched at the touch, greedy to follow all instructions on how to worship the cock pulsing between his cheeks and tongue. It was so wonderfully smooth Ned wished to do this in daylight, so he could see how it became darker with arousal. How big it was in his hand.

Cole grunted as his body stiffened, hips pushing up, curled fingers rolling up Ned’s back like the claws of a mountain lion. “I’m… Neddie… I’m close...”

Ned realized it was a warning, as if Cole believed he might rather not accept the spunk in his mouth. But if Cole had drank Ned’s cream, then that was the thing to do, so he backed out only a little, still sucking and licking around the head when the prick burst onto his tongue, covering it with salty juices. Hot trembles had Ned clutching Cole’s fragrant body. He dug his nails into Cole’s back through the union suit and, in a moment of shocked realization, hoped to leave scratches that would mark Cole as his. Even if no one was to ever see them. They’d both know of their existence.

The warm spurts hit the back of his throat over and over, and he swallowed them, so aroused the cotton keeping his prick hidden teased him into humping the air. He was in a rush, as if he’d drunk too much booze too fast. He rubbed his crotch through the pants, desperate for more friction when Cole grabbed his ears, forcing his face up. His warm tongue penetrated Ned’s mouth hard and fast, licking the insides of his cheeks as if Cole wanted to taste himself there.

The obscene thought had Ned whimpering into the kiss. He’d never felt this desired before, and his own emotions were a shivery mess he couldn’t organize or name. All he knew was that his cock wanted to poke and prod, and slide into heat so it could pump its seed into something. He no longer cared what.

Never parting their lips, Ned rose from his knees to push Cole onto the cot, rolling on top of him, but where he’d expected to find willing flesh to rub against was a sudden drop as the wooden trestle collapsed, breaking under their combined weight like a bunch of twigs. Cole uttered a dull gasp when Ned squashed him at the end of their short fall but rolled straight on top the moment Ned pulled himself up to assess the damage.