A Sticky Wicket in Bollywood (International Men of Sports) by Rhodes Devon & Chase T.A

Author:Rhodes, Devon & Chase, T.A. [Rhodes, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-05-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Raj shifted under the blankets, drawing Ajay’s attention back to him, and away from the discussion he was having in his head. Ajay lay on his side, facing Raj, but he didn’t make a move towards the man, not wanting to frighten him.

It was Raj who launched himself into Ajay’s arms, wiggling to get as close as was humanly possible without them wearing the same skin. Ajay embraced Raj, burying his face in Raj’s hair to breathe in his scent. He might have smelt like Ajay’s soap on the surface, but under that was Raj’s unique musk that Ajay had never forgotten.

Raj slid his hands down from Ajay’s back to his ass, resting them there, and Ajay stilled, not sure how to handle it. Was Raj asking for more than just being held or was he not thinking clearly? When Raj kissed Ajay’s chest, then licked one of his nipples, Ajay put a little space between them.

“Are you sure about this, Raj? I don’t want to take advantage of you during your sorrow.” He had to ask.

Raj seemed to have a difficult time meeting his eyes, though he continued to press closely to him. “It’s…hard for me to say the words, yeah? And I’m not sure about anything right now. But I came to you. And…I need this. I need…”

Ajay understood some of what Raj couldn’t say out loud. Raj needed a reaffirmation of life, and at this moment, that meant having sex. Ajay could deal with that, and who better to give that to Raj than Ajay, the one person who had loved him simply for being himself.

“All right, Raj. As long as you don’t feel like I’m forcing you to do this,” Ajay said, urging Raj to roll onto his back.

In a wordless but unmistakable response, Raj pressed his lips to Ajay’s, bridging the last distance between their bodies. Ajay didn’t need any clearer signal than that. He took Raj’s mouth like he’d been starving for a taste of it.

There would be no mercy from Ajay tonight, and Raj didn’t seem to act like he wanted any. It had been too long since Ajay had felt Raj under him…too long since he’d fucked Raj’s hard body until Raj called his name.

Somehow the blankets slid from them, and Ajay made his way down Raj’s body, licking and sucking a trail towards his very own promised land. While he teased Raj, he got Raj’s pants off with minimal fuss. As he dipped his tongue into Raj’s belly button, the head of Raj’s cock rubbed against his chin.

The feel of pre-cum on his skin caused Ajay to shudder. He wedged himself between Raj’s thighs, then grinned as he licked the underside of Raj’s cock from its base all the way to its flared head. The salty taste of Raj’s skin made Ajay hard, and he finally gave in to what he really wanted, which was to swallow Raj’s erection down until it hit the back of his throat.

Raj shouted, “Ajay, please!”

Ajay sucked, swirling his tongue around Raj’s heated flesh.

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