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" Prophet pulled back a little, a wicked look in his eyes as he looked up at Tom. He licked slowly along the ladder of piercings, and then he paid special attention to each one, tugging the barbells between his teeth until Tom hissed or groaned and tightened his grip on Prophet’s hair warningly. Each time, Prophet would comply, letting his dick go, and he’d wait patiently, and each time Tom brought his mouth back to his cock, he was rewarded with the tug and pull, lick-suck-twist motion. His pain-pleasure center intertwined to where Tom could barely pick out which was which. He knew he just wanted more. Prophet’s "
― S.E. Jakes , Long Time Gone (Hell or High Water, #2)
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" Tommy. Tommy, who rolled him again fast, pinning Prophet underneath him, grabbing Prophet’s wrists and holding them the ground above his head. Tommy, who kissed him before he could curse or think, an all-consuming, punishing grind of a kiss that promised Prophet exactly the fuck he was in for. God, he liked those kinds of promises. Needed Tommy to hold him down and make things okay, because he would. But he didn’t stop struggling though, because hell, he wasn’t going to lose his touch, wouldn’t make it easy on the fucker who’d decided to go Houdini and bypass all the security cams, just because. But "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" Prophet’s neck corded with tension, and he never took his eyes from Tom’s face, not even when he broke apart and came so hard it was like he was shattering. “Tommy . . .” A breath, a whisper even, as Tom came on the heels of Prophet’s climax like a scream in the night, hot and fast like an electric jolt that stunned him senseless. Prophet’s hand broke its hold, curled around Tom’s neck, pulling him down so their faces were close, his body shuddering as Tom’s hips jerked erratically. His last thought was that their hands were still clasped tight together. "
― S.E. Jakes , Catch a Ghost (Hell or High Water, #1)
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" But even as he surged up, Tom dug in, using his body’s position to hold Prophet to the ground, his knees pressing Prophet’s thighs together. “You’re going to want me to open my legs,” Prophet murmured against his cheek once Tom broke the kiss and was concentrating on biting Prophet’s earlobe. “And you’ll do it for me,” Tom drawled, his breath warm against Prophet’s cheek, his hips a slow, steady rock, forcing their clothed cocks to rub together. “Jesus, that’s good.” “Fucker,” Prophet grunted, Tom’s heavy weight grounding him. “You’ve been practicing.” “Practicing fighting you or fucking you?” Tom held Prophet’s wrists immobile with one hand and reached to pull his sweats down with the other. “You "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" Prophet’s legs opened wider, pushing against the barrier of Tom’s legs. “Yeah, that’s right . . . let me in,” Tom urged, and Prophet wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he couldn’t. Not when Tom entered him with a finger. A few twists to open him, coupled with several swipes of his prostate, and Prophet was pushing his hips up to meet Tom’s motions. “Good. That’s what I want to see.” “Fuck your good,” Prophet growled, but his voice was too raw and gave away exactly what he was feeling. Tom added another finger, turned them until Prophet groaned his surrender. The sensation of Tom’s fingertips brushing his gland made him shudder. He kept his hands above his head, didn’t try to break Tom’s grip. He’d have rug burn on his ass by the end of this, and he didn’t care. Tom was here. Home. Safe. Now, so was he. “Go "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" Go ahead—ride them,” Tom encouraged, and Prophet rocked his hips in time with the rhythm, letting Tommy fill him, tease him, and generally drive him fucking nuts. Tom practically crooned, “So good when you obey and take what I give you. Going to bite you, fuck you. Make you scream my name, for starters. Gonna make you forget everything but me . . . so much I want to do to you.” “Yeah, do it,” Prophet panted before he could stop himself. “Please, Tommy . . . need this. You don’t understand . . .” But even if Tom couldn’t understand the why, he did understand. He bit Prophet’s shoulder, then pushed up and eased down his own jeans, kicking them off. He’d taken his boots off before he’d rolled Prophet, which meant Tom’d definitely planned this. If he’d come in earlier, when Prophet couldn’t get out of the flashback . . . Tom "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" Prophet didn’t wait, slapped his ass four times in quick succession, leaving Tom gasping. “More, Tommy?” “Yes. Please . . .” “Fuck. You beg so well for what you need.” And Tom knew Prophet needed this as well. He pushed his ass out to catch the brunt of Prophet’s smacks, his skin hot and tingling, the pain coursing through his body and turning to the pleasure immediately. He was floating. Flying. Ready to come again when Prophet pushed inside of him, his cock stretching Tom. “Tommy.” Prophet’s voice was a raw gasp, a plea as Tom contracted around his cock, forcing him over the edge, needing to take him there. He was sweat slicked, could barely move. Prophet was helping him onto the couch, wrapping him in a blanket. Kissing his cheek, murmuring how amazing he was . . . how perfect . . . how glad he was that Tom walked into his life. Tom "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" It took everything he had not to when the hard and fast slide of Tom’s cock took his breath away, and when Tom jerked against his prostate, he gladly lost the battle, shooting all over his belly and chest, groaning, contracting around Tom’s cock. Then Tom was cursing, and Prophet knew he was struggling not to come too. Tom slapped his ass hard. Twice. “Couldn’t help it,” Prophet groaned, his cheek rubbing against the rug. “And I’ll do it again. If you’d hurry.” “Asshole. Jerked off . . . twice . . . on the flight . . . so I could do this,” Tom managed finally. “You "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" You lubed up before you came in here?” Tom was throbbing inside of him as his own cock stayed half-hard. “I’m a good planner.” Tom rocked his hips against Prophet, his balls touching Prophet’s ass. Prophet ground against him, like he could get the man deeper, but Tom chuckled and pulled back, obviously planning a hot, slow ride. All of Tommy’s focus was on him. His hands alternately held Prophet down and then caressed his skin, then held him down again. The touches were proprietary. Possessive. They’d leave some marks. That was usually Tom’s kink, but right about now, Prophet was understanding the benefits of feeling Tom long after they were finished with their grind. This "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" And finally, Prophet slid inside him, skin to skin—and that never got old. Tom tensed at the first burn—Prophet was careful but not easy—and goddamn, it would be so easy to just come. He bit the comforter hard enough to make his jaw ache in an effort to stop himself. Prophet slapped his ass twice—firm swats that made him want to come even more, the fucker. And then Prophet took the clamps off simultaneously, and holy fuck, the rush of blood back to the nipples was a feeling so fused with his pain craving that it hit every single nerve in his body, like they were all ricocheting off his abused nipples. The pain forced Tom to move, and the only thing he could do semieffectively to get a feeling somewhere else besides the giant ache in his nipples was to rut back against Prophet until he heard the bed creak threateningly. “If we break this bed . . .” “I’ll buy you a new one,” Tom managed, because he was already seeing stars. “I just need you. Lije . . .” At that, Prophet came in hard, hot spurts, his body shuddering, his fingers digging into Tom hard enough to bruise. “Now, Tommy . . .” Tom didn’t have to hear it twice, came with a fierce orgasm that he knew would knock him out in seconds, his entire body one giant throb. It was surrender, complete and utter. It was everything. When "
― S.E. Jakes , Not Fade Away (Hell or High Water, #3.5)