“Say it.”
“I need you, please, I—”
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding me in place until I meet his gaze.
“I love you,” he says again, like he’s sounding each word out in a picture book.
I shiver as I realize what he’s asking me for. “I love you.”
His smile is wicked. “In the future, I will not be an ass and make stupid decisions without talking to you first.”
“But—”
He gives my chin a little shake. “Say it.”
“Jesus, are you going to make me pinky promise next?”
Brady rises off me. He’s got one foot on the floor before I manage to grab hold of him and pull him back down.
“I promise to talk to you before making decisions—”
“Stupid decisions,” he says.
Smart-ass. “Stupid decisions in the future.”
He pats my cheek, sliding the rest of him back into place, fitting us together. “Was that so difficult?”
“Listen, if you think—” But my words are cut off when he slides a hand under my underwear and strokes me hard and fast. “Jesus, Brady.”
“More apologies later,” he says. “Orgasms now.”
I can get behind this plan. In fact, I come embarrassingly quickly. He only needs to flip my cock out of my waistband and take me all the way to the back of his throat and I’m shooting off. “Brady. Fuck. Jesus.”
His hair is in his eyes, and he gives me a lazy smile that says he has always known what he does to me. When I wipe a smear of come off the corner of his mouth, he sucks my thumb back between his lips, and I start getting hard all over again.
“Bedroom,” he says. It’s not even seven o’clock in the morning. At the rate we’re going, I’ll be comatose by eight. “On your hands and knees.”
I slide out of my pants and do as he says. Despite having had an orgasm in the last five minutes, I’m suddenly nervous, but Brady somehow knows, and he rubs gentle circles over the small of my back while he fishes through my nightstand for condoms and lube.
He’s not as thorough as he usually is with prep, but I want him too much to care. He takes his time sliding into me, waiting for my body to open and welcome him. It hurts, but the sting is like his hands on my body, holding me to the earth while he claims me inside and out.
I groan when his pelvis and balls brush against my ass. He plants wet, open-mouthed kisses on the back of my neck while I tremble, getting ready for him to move.
“I love you.” The brush of breath over his saliva on my skin makes me shudder, and only then does he pull back and plunge in again, making me shout.
“Brady!”
He plants one foot next to my knee, rocking in and out of me with a rhythm that makes me burn.
“We are it. The beginning and the end. You feel me moving inside you?”
I do, Jesus, I do. He fits so perfectly, knows exactly what I need.
“That’s all you have to know. Understand? This. Everything else, we do it together. Okay?”
“Yes,” I sob. When he’s like this, I will give him anything. Blindly, I reach behind me until I find his hand. I pull it against my chest, holding it to my heart. “Yes.”
“Good.” Our pace slows until we’re rolling against each other, finding the motion that moves us together in just the right way. “Now come.” The only warning I have is the click of the lube cap before a cool slick hand closes around my dick and works me hard, stroking, twisting as he reaches the sensitive head.
