Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge 01 - Spell Bound (29 page)

“It’s cold,” he said, looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” I replied as I kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll warm it up real soon.”

I stroked my cock and aimed it straight for the place it had wanted to go for so long. His pink hole shuddered as I placed my bare cock against his entrance.

“I’m ready,” he said. He gripped the sheets, no doubt in anticipation of the pain.

“Me too,” I replied before I nudged myself against him. When the head of my seven-inch cock pierced his flesh, Drake yelped and arched on the bed.

“Holy shit, that hurts!”

I stopped and hovered above him. “Should I get out?”

“No,” he said. “Just give me time to get used to you.”

I braced myself with my left arm and leaned over his back. I swept my lips across his neck and nibbled at his ear. With each kiss and bite, Drake relaxed and his body opened up more. His muscles slowly dragged me farther inside before stopping once again.

Sweat beaded across his back and a low moan escaped his throat. I ran a hand across his back, gliding across his flesh while I massaged the tension out of his body.

Drake relaxed and took in more of my shaft until I was buried all the way to the hilt.

“Just stay there,” he mumbled. “Don’t move.”

“I won’t,” I said, lowering myself until my full weight rested on top of him. Being inside him, feeling his flesh wrapped around mine, was the most intimate and special moment I’d ever experienced in my life. The fact that I was in love with Drake made it that much more wonderful. I couldn’t have been happier that I’d saved my first time for a boy like him.

I kissed his neck while I roamed my hand down his side, clutching at his muscles and his ass. Drake responded by lifting his head and turning to the left, giving me access to the lips I loved to kiss.

Our mouths found each other, and our impatient tongues were reunited. Drake pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I delighted in the fact that I was inside him and he was inside me, just the way we were always meant to be.

“I’m ready,” he said after he broke the kiss.

“Are you sure?”

Drake’s response was to push back against my cock. I moaned and thrust into him. Our bodies locked into a rhythm both frenzied and sensual. Every time I shoved myself into him, Drake grunted and pushed back against me when I pulled back my hips. We panted and groaned as our bodies collided.

I grabbed his head and turned it back to the side, so I could kiss him while we made love, and we stayed that way for several minutes until my balls drew up tight and my dick became hard as steel.

I got up on my knees and pulled Drake onto all fours. With my hands on his waist, I slammed into him. He moaned and grunted from the force of my thrusts, and a wet
thwack
emanated from our bodies every time his ass crashed against my groin.

“Damn, you’re so hard,” Drake moaned as he palmed his cock, furiously jacking himself to the same beat I fucked his ass to.

Sweat poured off me and dripped onto Drake. I slid my hand through the perspiration until I reached his shoulder. With one hand on his shoulder and one on his waist, I had the perfect leverage to thrust into him even harder and faster.

Drake clearly liked the change. He whimpered and moaned, his head thrashing backward and forward. My thrusts grew wilder as the cum churned up from my balls.

“Shit,” I muttered. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes,” Drake muttered. He rested his chest on the bed, his ass in the air and still jerking his cock. “Come in me. I want to feel it.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. My cock spasmed deep inside his ass as I flooded his hole with half a dozen forceful jets of spunk. Drake shivered as I unloaded in his butt. The sensation of my orgasm inside his ass must have brought him over the edge. He cried out and went rigid. His sphincter tightened around my dick as he came hard. He trembled, and when he was done, he collapsed on the bed.

I fell on top of him, my semihard prick still lodged inside him. Even though I was spent, I had no intention of pulling out.

“You can stay there all night if you want,” he said.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in his neck. “I was planning on staying here a little longer than just tonight. If that’s okay with you.”

“Fine by me,” Drake said, glancing at me over his shoulder. Sweat matted blond locks to his forehead, and he had to blow some strands out of his eyes. “At least until it’s my turn to fuck you.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m a total top.”

“Not with me, you’re not.”

And I liked that. Before Drake, I’d fashioned myself based on what I thought my family or the other covens thought I should be—strong and powerful. And while I was still those things, probably even more so now, I’d also found strength in being vulnerable and just being me. Because after all, that was what being in love was about.

It was like magic. We could harness it and use its power, but it was at its most powerful when we simply let it be.

And even though we had a long, rocky road ahead of us, my gut told me that in the end, nothing could ever come between us.

We were spell bound, and that was a bond that could never be broken.

J
ACOB
Z. F
LORES
lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and midlevel administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hardass assessor of freshmen-level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

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