Better with Bacon by Matthew Lang

Author:Matthew Lang [Lang, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-812-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-02-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

THE HOTEL door slammed behind him as David hustled them into his room, and they all but fell onto the bed, George’s stubble excitingly rough against his cheek. David found himself on his back with George straddling his hips, hands cupping his face and lips pressed up against his as a curtain of dark hair fell around them. His shorts were constricting and cramp inducing as his erection strained against the red denim, and he could feel an answering stiffness pressing into his belly. His own hands pulled at George’s T-shirt, tugging it up over his head and causing his hair to rain down over them again.

George smiled and tilted his head, his hair dropping over his shoulder away from David’s face, and then they were kissing again, George’s tongue an insistent presence in David’s mouth. George slipped one hand into the side of David’s top, flicking over his left nipple, eliciting a groan from David’s throat.

“Like that, huh?” George pushed the thin material to one side and grasped the nub of David’s nipple between strong teeth, pressing them together firmly as George’s tongue swiped roughly across the tip with more speed than David had thought possible. Unintelligible sounds rippled from his throat as he arched into the other man’s touch. His hands found George’s shoulders, half pushing him away and half pulling him closer as the clipped hair on the man’s chest bristled maddeningly against the skin exposed in the gap between singlets and shorts. Then the skilful tongue licked its way up his throat, and David felt teeth on the soft flesh joining his neck and skull.

“Hey, no marks,” David said.

George pulled back slightly, although his hands still rubbed gently across David’s chest. “Really? Who are you worried will see them?”

David grinned. “I just don’t like it when it stings in the shower for days after.”

“So… marks are okay, just no broken skin?”

“You’re that good?”

George kissed his way up the column of David’s throat until his teeth were lightly gripping David’s chin. His large hands wormed their way to the bed beneath David’s shoulders, and one by one his legs slipped from the outside to the inside of David’s. His crotch ground down, sliding over David’s bulge to the spot between his legs where he was too rarely touched. Then George moved, the muscles in his forearms and chest pressing sinuously up against David, and David instinctively wrapped his legs around George’s waist, feet slipping along the roughness of denim to grip the back of his thighs.

“Top?” David’s voice was dry, crackly, and barely audible. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Top?”

“Mostly.” George’s teeth left his chin and wet lips kissed their way up his jaw. “I’m… tight. You?”

“Versatile.”

“Nice.” George’s skin was warm against the palms of his hands as he ran them along the man’s spine, sliding down into the back of George’s jeans, encountering a thick band of elastic and smooth cloth. Rolling over on the king-sized bed, George pulled David over on top of him and then tugged at his top.

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