Brennan put a finger over Cliff’s mouth and made a tsk-tsk sound. “I’d let your tongue take it easy now. It’ll be getting a workout in a little bit.”
Cliff bit his lip. If he were a stove, every burner would be on the highest heat. He couldn’t explain it, but a sense of relief filled his body, like he was finally exhaling after holding his breath forever.
Brennan lifted an arm, and Cliff leaned in to smell his sweaty scent. God, he needed Brennan to do lots of nasty things to him. It was pretty much a medical emergency. He wanted scuff marks on his clean-cut image.
Cliff emitted a desperate moan as Brennan brushed the pad of his thumbs against his nipples, sending shivers through his body and making his cock ragingly hard.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” Cliff barely managed the word, his throat thick with lust.
Brennan grabbed him through his jeans, stroking his hardness over the denim.
“And this?”
“Feels so good.” Cliff bit down on his lip and moaned. He rocked his hips to Brennan’s touch.
Brennan unzipped his pants. Cliff’s cock sprung out, the tip slick with precum.
“Fuck, you’re hard.”
“I’m so hard, Brennan.” Cliff loved saying his name, saying out loud that it was Brennan doing these things to him. He wanted to be used and violated and desecrated. He wanted to be Brennan’s good boy.
Brennan got on his knees, spat in his hand, and took full leverage of his cock, stroking it in forceful pumps. His biceps flexed. The chair shook under Cliff’s hips thrusting to meet Brennan’s slick fist. Cliff sizzled at the feeling of his raw skin against his jeans, his pubic hair mingling against the fly.
His vision went blurry with desire. Brennan grabbed his chin and made their eyes meet. His stern, hungry gaze held Cliff in place.
“Tell me what I’m doing.”
“You’re jerking me off. You’re going to make me come.” Cliff was turned on by the sound of his own voice saying these things.
“What do you want to do to me?”
“I…” Cliff went dizzy with delight at the sound of Brennan’s thick fingers slick with his precum.
“Do you want to suck me off?”
Cliff managed to nod his head as pleasure surged from his groin and pooled in his stomach.
“What else?”
Cliff flung his head back, his body a quivering mess. “I want to feel your cock in the back of my throat. I want you to come all over my face. I want it so fucking bad, Brennan.”
He lost all sense of filter. Hebeggedfor it.
Brennan broke character to do a double take, but quickly recovered with a rakish grin.
“Good boy.”
YES!
Cliff had lost control, words and desires flying out of him. Every social cue he abided by shattered like glass. It was a sexual exorcism, heat and lust thrashing through every piece of him.
Brennan held his slicked fist in place and Cliff fucked it with all his strength until he shot loads of come onto the floor and his jeans, letting out a hungry grunt. Coming in the open air as opposed to shooting quietly into a sock or tissue was another new, incredible experience that he hoped to repeat. Stars cluttered his vision. He had to travel through a wormhole to come back down to earth.
And there was Brennan to greet him, his eyes heavy with want, but also a sparkle of tenderness.
“I unleashed a beast.”
