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- Giovanni Guareschi [Don Camillo 01] The Little World of Don Camillo (pdf)
- Christine Young [Highland 01] Highland Honor (pdf)
- Angela Verdenius [Heart & Soul 16] Soul of a Guardian (pdf)
- Chalker Jack L W Świecie Studni 5 Zmierzch przy Studni Dusz (pdf)
- Dahlia Rose, Brenda Steele, Regina Paul, Dorian Wallace Mating Season (anth.) (pdf)
- Cooper McKenzie [Menage Amour 161 Club Esotera 03] Minding Mistress (pdf)
- Dena Garson [Emerald Isle Fantasies 03] Ghostly Persuasion [EC Twilight] (pdf)
- 33 1 3 087 Serge Gainsbourg's Histoire de Melody Nelson Darran Anderson (pdf)
- Alan Burt Akers [Dray Prescot 07] Arena of Antares (pdf)
- Iain Banks The Crow Road
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Jordan was strong, and he urged Davis's good leg up over
his hip and moved quickly toward his darkened bedroom,
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careful not to bang his bad leg into the walls.
"Caveman," Davis muttered as he peppered kisses
along Jordan's jaw.
"Sorry, it's just& quicker." He turned sideways to
get them through the bedroom door.
"Does it sound as if I'm complaining?" Davis asked
wryly, an amused chuckle threaded through his voice. He
slipped his tongue into Jordan's ear, and Jordan gasped,
heat slipping down his spine, making his cock throb. He
saw the shadow of his bed, and eased Davis onto the edge
of it, trying to be gentle. But Davis wanted no part of
gentle; his hands were yanking at Jordan's jacket, pushing it
off his shoulders as his mouth latched onto his throat just
above the collar of his shirt.
"Fuck," Jordan groaned, his hands going to tear off
his coat, letting it fall to the floor. Their fingers tangled at
the buttons of his shirt as he leaned over Davis on the bed,
his mouth falling open as he felt Davis suck hard on his
neck, each pulse sending a shot of raw, aching need to his
groin. He didn't think he'd wanted anyone this much, been
this hard, in years. He gave up on his own shirt and yanked
Davis's coat from his shoulders, pushing it down his arms
to pool on the bed behind him. Davis was wearing a
sweater, so they separated long enough for Jordan to yank
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it off over his head and throw it aside before their hands
were back, clutching, stroking. Jordan ran his palms over
the smooth skin of Davis's back, feeling the muscles there
flex and bulge, Davis gave up on removing Jordan's shirt
and just tore it open to get at the skin beneath.
The hands that went to rip at the openings of
trousers were even less efficient than they had been getting
rid of the clothes from the waist up. Jordan managed to get
Davis's trousers open and past his hips, but lost his train of
thought when he felt Davis's fingers push down his jeans.
They pooled around his knees, and he hopped in place so
they would drop to his feet. Davis chuckled as Jordan
kicked them aside, only to gasp when Jordan yanked
roughly at his trousers.
"Brace," he said, clutching at Jordan's arm.
"Sorry, sorry," Jordan muttered, slowing, helping
Davis lift his good leg free of his pants, leaving the other
bunched above the cumbersome brace. "Did I hurt you?" he
asked against Davis's mouth.
"No," he answered. "Come here."
Davis lay back against the bed, pulling Jordan with
him, and Jordan eased himself between the legs Davis
spread over the edge of the bed, settling down onto his
chest.
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"Oh, God, yes," Davis sighed when their bare chests
pressed together. He ran his hands over Jordan's shoulders,
and up his back beneath the open shirt. "Too dark," he said
against his throat. "I want to see you."
Jordan lifted enough to reach over and turn on the
bedside lamp, blinking as light flooded the room. When he
looked back down at Davis, he could see the perfect
wonder of his body; the smooth expanse of skin, the broad
shoulders, the dips and hollows of his muscular chest.
"Christ, look at you," he breathed, stroking his hand
over the slope of Davis's shoulder. "You're so fucking
gorgeous."
Davis reached up and bracketed Jordan's face with
his hands. "So are you," he murmured, pulling him down.
"Beautiful," he said against his lips. "So beautiful." Their
lips came together again, open, tongues mingling, and
Jordan lowered his hips until their groins pressed together,
only two thin of layers of fabric separating the hardness of
their cocks. Davis sighed when Jordan began to move
against him, his hands spreading on his back, fingers
gripping the hard jut of his shoulder blades. "Oh, God," he
moaned, his head dropping back. "More. More of that."
Jordan thrust forward hard once, and Davis opened his
mouth on a low moan.
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Wanting to touch, to taste, Jordan lifted enough to
put his hands beneath Davis's arms and ease him fully onto
the bed, then climbed over him, his mouth moving, open,
over the muscular chest. He licked a small, tight nipple,
sucking it into his mouth. Davis sighed, his hands sinking
into Jordan's hair. When he licked down the middle of
Davis's hard stomach, tongue sliding between rows of
abdominal muscles, Davis's back arched. When he bit the
jutting edge of a sharp hipbone, Davis gasped, his hips
lifting up off of the bed in invitation.
The hard line of his erection filled the front of his
thin cotton shorts from low between his muscular thighs
almost to the waistband, and Jordan made an appreciative
noise as he stroked his palm over it. There was dampness
where the mushroom head was tightly encased in the snug
fabric, and Jordan covered it with his mouth, sucking hard,
tasting the slightly bitter tang of pre-come as his teeth
teased the material.
"Fuck," Davis panted, pushing against Jordan's
mouth. Jordan's fingers slid beneath the waistband of the
white briefs.
"Lift," he muttered against Davis's stomach. Davis
arched up again, and Jordan slid the briefs down to the
middle of his thighs, freeing the hard jut of his cock and the
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soft, full sac of his balls beneath. He kissed down Davis's
stomach as he gripped the swollen prick gently in his hand,
then mouthed his balls before licking up the underside of
the straining length. When he took the full, purplish head in
his mouth, Davis gasped and came up onto his elbows to
watch.
Jordan looked up at him as he worked the fullness
of Davis's cock with his mouth, his tongue, his hand. He
sucked at just the head, his tongue teasing the slit as his
fingers moved up and down the shaft, then he moved his
hand down to caress his balls as he slowly took him into his
throat. Davis shifted restlessly, his hand moving over
Jordan's shoulder, his neck, sliding to the back of his head,
holding him as he thrust up in short, shallow movements
that brushed the back of Jordan's throat. Jordan put his hand
on his hip, holding him down, and moved his mouth up and
down the length of him, tasting the bitter beginnings of
Davis's release on his tongue, feeling the strong body
beneath him grow taut with tension. Jordan let the hard
cock leave his mouth to slap against the flat belly with a
wet pop, then moved down to suck his balls, one at a time,
his eyes never leaving Davis's face. Abruptly, Davis's hand
fisted in Jordan's hair, pulling him back.
"Stop," he said, his voice raw. "Come here."
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He leaned against the pillows stacked in front of the
headboard, his hands divesting Jordan of his briefs, then
urging him to his knees. "Straddle me," he murmured, his
fingers stroking up Jordan's thighs. Jordan lifted his leg
over his ribcage, then Davis slid his hands around to grip
Jordan's ass, pulling him forward until his knees rested
beneath Davis's arms. When he nuzzled Jordan's cock with
his face, then licked him from base to tip, Jordan
shuddered, his hands shooting out to grip the headboard,
his knuckles white. When Davis took him into his mouth,
Jordan felt a guttural moan work its way up to his throat.
He tried not to thrust into Davis's mouth. He tried to
hold still, but when Davis began to urge him forward and
back in a fast, driving rhythm, his thumbs pressing into the
flesh above his hip bones as he gripped his hips, sucking
him hard from base to tip, it was almost impossible not to.
Davis released him from his mouth for a moment, moving
his fist up and down Jordan's length, and Jordan's hands
clutched convulsively on the headboard, his head dropping
back. Then Davis's mouth was back, a slow suction as he
swallowed him down. Jordan felt a hand slide between his
legs, felt a slick, wet finger press against him and then
inside of him, and he gasped, his hips snapping forward
hard. When that finger pressed fully into him, curling up
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and forward, stroking, heat exploded through his pelvis and
he came with a startled cry, his hand fisting in Davis's hair
as he spilled down his throat.
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