Bookended Read Online Free Page B
Author: Heidi Belleau
Fletcher’s fingers begin to curl and twist inside him—
Then Julian is standing, his hand is on Ogden’s face, is smoothing over his cheek, is thumbing his lower lip, is touching his chin and his jaw and his lips, is turning his face.
“Oh,” Fletcher breathes, as Julian, holding Ogden’s chin in one hand and his cock in the other, nudges his cockhead against Ogden’s slightly parted lips.
“ Open ,” Julian grits out and, still clutching Ogden under the jaw, feeds him the first inch of his cock. Fletcher catches glimpses of Ogden’s tongue thrusting out over his lower lip, bathing the underside of Julian’s shaft to strangled sounds of approval.
“Oh, yeah ,” Fletcher amends. Ogden’s legs tremble with the effort of holding them up, but even so, his hips are moving in time to Fletcher’s fingers, his head bobbing enthusiastically but shallowly over the end of Julian’s cock. Fletcher’s own need is searing through him, like the crackling of electricity under his skin. He becomes hyperaware of his straining cock, the close, clenching heat of Ogden’s hole around his fingers, the sound of Ogden’s mouth slurping wet over Julian’s cock, the telltale gasps of Julian trying to suppress the noises of his own arousal.
Before he even has time to think of what he’s doing, to second-guess himself, he’s rolling a condom down his cock, running his lube-smeared hand across the slick surface of it. Ogden gasps, that familiar mixture of relief and disappointment, when Fletcher’s fingers slip free. “Okay?” Fletcher asks as he positions himself, guiding Ogden to rest his calves on his shoulders. Ogden actually gives him a thumbs-up. Fletcher flicks his eyes up to Julian. He doesn’t repeat himself, but it’s there in his expression, the little tilt of his head.
Julian’s eyes are only half open, his cheeks flushed pink. “Just do it, Fletcher,” he orders.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Fletcher replies, cheerful, and sheaths himself inside Ogden in one long, smooth stroke. Ogden’s body arches underneath him, half a moan escaping his throat, smothered by Julian’s cock.
“Mm,” Julian praises as the force of Fletcher’s first staggering thrusts jolts Ogden’s body, knocking that saliva-slick mouth deeper over his cock. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his pupils flickering quickly to make eye contact with Fletcher and back again. He grabs a fistful of Ogden’s hair, slowly drives his hips forward, deeper . “How much you think he can take, Fletcher?”
Fletcher groans, pushing forward and feeling the stretch and resistance of the muscles in Ogden’s thighs as he leans into them. He can’t find his voice to answer, and it doesn’t really matter anyway; all he can think about is the smell of Ogden’s fresh sweat, damp on the underside of his knee, and the way Julian’s dark head bends in abandon and Ogden moves underneath him, to meet him, to encourage him deeper, and there’s no finesse in it, but that doesn’t matter either.
He bites the side of Ogden’s knee, tugging at the skin with his teeth, runs his hands down his long thighs and up again, watches Julian’s mouth as he pants and chews his lip red. Drool is running down Ogden’s chin, his jaw straining desperately for more, Julian’s balls slapping his chin to the rhythm of his thrusting.
Julian plants one foot on the couch for leverage.
Fletcher reaches down to Ogden’s sides, finds his arms, and pins them. The feeling of those small, bony wrists twisting under his palms, the heat of being deep inside him—
“Doesn’t he feel so good inside you?” Julian taunts, “Does it hurt?”
Convulsing, Fletcher comes, moaning out “Oh God” in surrender.
As Fletcher’s twitching through his aftershocks, nuzzling Ogden’s calf lazily, Julian pulls back and rests the tip of his cock against the cushion of Ogden’s lips as his mouth opens and closes under it, gasping for air. He pumps himself
Then Julian is standing, his hand is on Ogden’s face, is smoothing over his cheek, is thumbing his lower lip, is touching his chin and his jaw and his lips, is turning his face.
“Oh,” Fletcher breathes, as Julian, holding Ogden’s chin in one hand and his cock in the other, nudges his cockhead against Ogden’s slightly parted lips.
“ Open ,” Julian grits out and, still clutching Ogden under the jaw, feeds him the first inch of his cock. Fletcher catches glimpses of Ogden’s tongue thrusting out over his lower lip, bathing the underside of Julian’s shaft to strangled sounds of approval.
“Oh, yeah ,” Fletcher amends. Ogden’s legs tremble with the effort of holding them up, but even so, his hips are moving in time to Fletcher’s fingers, his head bobbing enthusiastically but shallowly over the end of Julian’s cock. Fletcher’s own need is searing through him, like the crackling of electricity under his skin. He becomes hyperaware of his straining cock, the close, clenching heat of Ogden’s hole around his fingers, the sound of Ogden’s mouth slurping wet over Julian’s cock, the telltale gasps of Julian trying to suppress the noises of his own arousal.
Before he even has time to think of what he’s doing, to second-guess himself, he’s rolling a condom down his cock, running his lube-smeared hand across the slick surface of it. Ogden gasps, that familiar mixture of relief and disappointment, when Fletcher’s fingers slip free. “Okay?” Fletcher asks as he positions himself, guiding Ogden to rest his calves on his shoulders. Ogden actually gives him a thumbs-up. Fletcher flicks his eyes up to Julian. He doesn’t repeat himself, but it’s there in his expression, the little tilt of his head.
Julian’s eyes are only half open, his cheeks flushed pink. “Just do it, Fletcher,” he orders.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Fletcher replies, cheerful, and sheaths himself inside Ogden in one long, smooth stroke. Ogden’s body arches underneath him, half a moan escaping his throat, smothered by Julian’s cock.
“Mm,” Julian praises as the force of Fletcher’s first staggering thrusts jolts Ogden’s body, knocking that saliva-slick mouth deeper over his cock. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his pupils flickering quickly to make eye contact with Fletcher and back again. He grabs a fistful of Ogden’s hair, slowly drives his hips forward, deeper . “How much you think he can take, Fletcher?”
Fletcher groans, pushing forward and feeling the stretch and resistance of the muscles in Ogden’s thighs as he leans into them. He can’t find his voice to answer, and it doesn’t really matter anyway; all he can think about is the smell of Ogden’s fresh sweat, damp on the underside of his knee, and the way Julian’s dark head bends in abandon and Ogden moves underneath him, to meet him, to encourage him deeper, and there’s no finesse in it, but that doesn’t matter either.
He bites the side of Ogden’s knee, tugging at the skin with his teeth, runs his hands down his long thighs and up again, watches Julian’s mouth as he pants and chews his lip red. Drool is running down Ogden’s chin, his jaw straining desperately for more, Julian’s balls slapping his chin to the rhythm of his thrusting.
Julian plants one foot on the couch for leverage.
Fletcher reaches down to Ogden’s sides, finds his arms, and pins them. The feeling of those small, bony wrists twisting under his palms, the heat of being deep inside him—
“Doesn’t he feel so good inside you?” Julian taunts, “Does it hurt?”
Convulsing, Fletcher comes, moaning out “Oh God” in surrender.
As Fletcher’s twitching through his aftershocks, nuzzling Ogden’s calf lazily, Julian pulls back and rests the tip of his cock against the cushion of Ogden’s lips as his mouth opens and closes under it, gasping for air. He pumps himself