Free Brad's Bachelor Party by River Jaymes Page A

hand to Brad’s dick. “You okay?” he asked quietly
    All his friend got in return was a small nod of Brad’s head. For the first time in his life, he was totally out of smart-ass comebacks.
    As if letting him adjust, Cole didn’t move except to work Brad’s cock, taking a moment to transform the stretch in his ass from too much into just right. With time, the blood returned to all his vital body parts again, and Brad’s dick decided it was nowhere near close to being enough.
    Cole thumbed the precum at his sensitive head, and Brad’s hand shot back and scrabbled for purchase on Cole’s thigh. “My God…” he hissed, drowning in the sensation. Screw the vow not to beg. “Cole…”
    A few more seconds passed with nothing but the aching promise of more and the friggin’ awesome stroke of his cock, and Brad finally broke.
    “C’mon, Cole, you’re not going to hurt me.” Brad pushed back against Cole’s cock, taking all of him until Cole’s balls hit Brad’s ass. “Move.”
    Cole got with the program then, drawing back and thrusting forward again, and Brad might have let out a broken moan. Maybe the first of several, because Cole found a rhythm that was hard and deep, lighting Brad on fire with the intensity. And goddamn it, he knew he’d wind up babbling. Soon he was incapable of communication outside of muttering two words, one of them being yes and the other fuck . Cole seemed to be having a similar problem.
    “ Brad ,” Cole ground out, sounding wrecked.
    Brad was too far gone to comment on Cole’s loss of control, too far gone to beat his chest or gloat like the ass Cole accused him of being. But he almost let out a sob, grateful he wasn’t the only one coming unglued here. Just when Brad thought he’d fly apart, Cole adjusted his angle and thrust hard, bringing Brad to his toes and hitting the mother of all sweet spots.
    Sparks flashed dangerously brightly, but Cole gripped the base of Brad’s cock, keeping him from blowing his load.
    “Ah,” Brad said, and that was that last recognizable noise he made.
    Slack-jawed, Brad couldn’t think beyond the next stab of pleasure, totally mute beside the occasional mewling sound. With every other snap of his hips, Cole punched that pleasure point. With every thrust, Brad aided Cole’s efforts by pushing back, his eyes now firmly rolled up in his head. He needed more. He needed relief. He needed to come like ten years ago.
    And holy fuck, if this was what full man-on-man action was like, what sex with Cole was like, then Brad was firmly on board. Sign him up, move him to the head of the class, and pin a fucking rainbow to his chest.
    Cole hissed, his movements growing rougher. Less practiced. Hips pumping almost erratically. “I wanna…” Cole’s voice was hoarse. “M’gonna…”
    And with one sharp thrust, Cole released Brad’s cock, the orgasm slamming into Brad like a fucking freight train, stripping his bones from his body.
    He was vaguely aware of Cole stiffening and shouting his name from behind. Dimly conscious of Cole riding out his orgasm before they both slid to the floor. But it was several minutes or more before Brad fully came to again. His shoulder slumped against Cole’s, their backs propped against the back of the couch. Brad struggled to suck in enough air. His ass throbbed, and he shifted to get more comfortable, but the feel-good warmth of his orgasm still buzzed in his veins.
    “Damn, Cole,” Brad said lazily, his chest heaving. “You never told me what a freak you are in the sack.”
    Cole let out an amused hunh.
    As the full weight of what they’d done settled, the smile slowly slipped from Brad’s mouth. This couldn’t be explained away as a bachelor-party prank, no matter how hard he tried. He was an expert in denial, but even this was beyond his capabilities. Brad couldn’t shrug this off as payback or curiosity or even a simple joke. This was Brad wanting all of Cole.
    He’d slept with his best man, and he was