Free Brad's Bachelor Party by River Jaymes

as Cole slid down Brad’s cock, cheeks hollowing out with every pull, Cole worked him with an elegance he managed in every friggin’ aspect of his life. A small sound escaped Brad’s throat, and he gripped Cole’s hair, urging him on, his vision going fuzzy until he was so close his body tensed. The orgasm so within reach that when Cole’s mouth released him with a wet pop , Brad dug his fingers into the back of the couch for stability.
    “ Hey ,” Brad said in protest, teetering on the edge of an impressive explosion. Blinking stupidly, he watched Cole search through their mound of clothes and locate his wallet, and Brad finally found the ability to form more complicated words. “What are you—”
    Still kneeling, Cole turned him by the hips, a packet of lube and a condom in hand. Cole pressed the front of Brad’s legs against the back of the couch, and Cole’s mouth landed on his left cheek, hands palming his ass.
    A weak “oh” was all Brad managed.
    Lips glided over Brad’s skin, heating the surface, leaving his heart pounding. Both longing for and dreading what came next. Eventually Brad found his voice again.
    “Jesus, Cole,” Brad rasped, feeling way out of his depth as the mouth grew closer to its intended target. “Will I get to participate anytime soon?”
    When Cole licked his hole, sparks shot up Brad’s cock, and he arched his back into the sensation. A tongue licking his ass should not have been so erotic. But his cock thought otherwise, making a very convincing argument as Cole spread him wider. Cole took a moment to nibble his right cheek, and Brad briefly caught his breath.
    Shouldn’t he be doing something to Cole in return? “Or is this gonna be a one-man show… fuuuck .”
    Cole pressed his tongue inside, and Brad had to use his arms to support himself, legs shaking. Panting like he was sprinting a goddamn marathon. Being manhandled until he was bound to babble like an idiot. Cole ignored him, breaching the circle of muscle over and over. Carrying on with his evil plan to take Brad apart in every possible way. Bringing him close to the brink again. The sparks shot higher and then disappeared when Cole pulled his mouth away. Gone.
    Brad groaned, “No—”
    “Patience.”
    And then Cole was standing up and bending him over from behind, his mouth between his shoulder blades, on his neck, at his jaw. A packet was torn, there was the slick sound of lube, and a familiar rush moved through Brad. Edginess and tightness and anticipation in all the right places—even hotter for the fact that this was unknown territory.
    With one hand Cole held Brad’s chest, keeping them close. Before Brad could process what came next, wet, slippery lube was swiped across his hole. A gentle touch. A single finger followed by a stretch and a burn. An invasion Brad couldn’t decide if he liked or not.
    He was ready to beg for Cole’s mouth on his ass again, but then Cole gently bit Brad’s neck and dragged the pad of his thumb across Brad’s nipple. The delicious back-and-forth motion, the scrape of Cole’s nail across the nub, took that single intrusive finger and made it all okay. More than okay. Glorious minutes ticked by, and by the time Cole added a second digit, the pleasure of being worked open burned through Brad. A third was fine too. And when Cole hit a sensitive bundle of nerves, pleasure shot through Brad and he swore, dropping his head forward. The next thing he knew, Brad was asking for more—which was embarrassing as hell.
    Stunned, Brad ground out, “Seriously, did I just ask for another finger up my ass?”
    Cole didn’t answer, just removed his hand, and suddenly there was a blunt pressure at Brad’s asshole, and Brad froze. Cole eased forward, and the weight of him, the fullness, the sharp stretch of his cock was overwhelming. The muscle was too tight. And Cole was too much. Too much.
    Brad panted through the sensation.
    Leaning his forehead against Brad’s back, Cole dropped his