He let go of me for a second to strip himself and toss his pants, leaning over the side of the bed to grab the bottle of lube and draw it closer.
“You tell me if things get overwhelming, okay, Avery?”
I nodded, my eyes already threatening to slide shut.
“Maybe we should have a safe word...” he mumbled, wrapping his hand around my dick again.
“I’m good, Bran. I trust you.” I arched my body, needing more so badly. “I’m okay.”
In fact, I was more than okay. This was the best sex I’d ever had and we hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet.
Brandon snapped the cap of the bottle up, settling himself down onto the floor in between my legs, and squeezed some of the liquid—lube, now that I thought about it—onto his fingers to wet them. I watched, fascinated as he rubbed the digits together, wondering where the hell that was going to go.
Around me, I guess?
I didn’t get an answer, only the fucking fantastic sensation of Brandon tilting my cock back and wrapping his mouth around it.
“Oh,fuck.”
I slammed my eyes shut instantly.
Obviously, he was way more experienced than me in this department, but it still impressed me nonetheless. He bobbed up and down my cock, taking me in deeper each time he swallowed until I had no idea how the fuck he wasn’t suffocating.
He moaned around me, keeping a tight grip around my base as he moved.
His tongue flicked along the underside, teasing me in a way that was both infuriating and tantalizing—both of which I couldn’t decide which one was winning. He was taunting me with each pass of his tongue over my leaking head, languid in the way he drew me back down his throat and held me there.
Oh my God.
Fuck.
I could die like this.
My balls were drawn up tight with how badly I needed to come, and only through sheer willpower was I forcing myself not to. Exploding in his mouth like I did last time was an option—a very sexy one that I wouldn’t at all mind a repeat of—however I wanted all of this. I wanted to see where he was going to take us by the end of the night.
Brandon’s mouth popped off of my dick with a wet sound, his hand stroking my throbbing hardness in quick bursts that had my hips snapping up to meet his hand.
“Good?”
“So fucking good,” I slurred.
He squeezed me. “Good.”
Working my eyes back open, I lifted myself up onto my elbows to watch him. He had his face close to the base of mewhere he was sliding his tongue up halfway, not quite getting where I wanted him to.
I quickly realized his arm was twisted around behind him, and he was moving it slowly, completely capturing my attention.
He was prepping himself.
My throat tightened at the promise of him leisurely sinking himself down onto my cock bit by bit until he seated himself fully. Of getting me shoved so deep inside of him that it had him gasping for breath, begging for mercy.
Oh, I wanted that so fucking much.
When Brandon finally pulled back from me, I was panting from the effort not to give in to the screaming desire of coming. He lifted himself off of the floor, his arm coming back around to his front and his fingers slightly glossy.
Brandon crawled on top of me again. “It’s going to be a tight fit.”
There was a second delay before my brain caught up with what he was referring to.
