That didn’t mean I couldn’t hurry him along. As he fucked my ass with his fingers, I scooted lower so his dick was within reach. It wasn’t smooth since I didn’t have the benefit of a slicked up hand, but that didn’t seem to bother Brandon in the slightest. It was fun watching him bite his lip, the occasional curse escaping as he started bucking into my fist.
“Think you can…grab…oh shit, Matt…condom…now…” My ego silently fist-pumped. I’d rendered Brandon unable to form a sentence. That made two of us. As bad as I wanted to get the condoms, that meant letting go of his dick.
But I’d have to let go while he suited up.
And I couldn’t jerk him off when he was fucking me.
Ugh. Fine.
I released him and felt around for the box, praying I wouldn’t somehow manage to slice off my finger on the edge of the cardboard. As soon as my fingers curled around the strip of condoms, I pulled one off, then ripped it open. “Can I put it on you?”
“Fuck, Matt,” Brandon sighed. “I’m not sure if I love you more when you’re being a sassy brat or when you’re so sweet and polite.”
“It can be both.” I ignored the erratic beating of my heart. I love you’s said while naked and waiting to fuck or be fucked didn’t count. They were tainted by sex chemicals and shit.
Brandon tried laying back, resulting in an uncomfortable tangle of limbs. He stood, holding out a hand to me. “You have a huge bed, so why are we doing this out here?”
“Because I’m irresistible and foiled your plans to talk first?” It was a valid excuse and I wasn’t even the least bit sorry for it. We had all the time in the world to talk, but we wouldn’t always have the luxury of taking our time exploring each other’s bodies.
Brandon rolled his eyes as he tugged me off the couch. “You’re right. Remind me later to punish you for that.”
“Do you mean one of the fun punishments you were talking about or something I’m going to hate? I need to know these things so I can decide if I want to remind you or not,” I teased as he led me into the bedroom. When he flicked on the light, he sighed loudly and shook his head. I was going to be pissed if he decided to lecture me about cleaning my room when we were supposed to be fucking. It wasn’t that I liked being a slob, I just…reallyhated cleaning.
Luckily, he said nothing as he pulled back the comforter—see, I wasn’t a total slob—and pointed toward the pillows. He kneeled between my legs once I laid down. His dick jutted out from his body as if it was a heat-seeking missile and its target was my ass. I was totally okay with that.
“Shit. I forgot the lube.” I captured his hand when he tried to get off the bed. Lube wasnotsomething I ever did without. I’d already had to buy a new bottle since coming home because I had hours on my own with nothing better to do than think about what it would feel like when Brandon and I finally had sex. Knowing me, I’d drain the bottle he’d bought me for Christmas too, once I was remembering instead of speculating. And that wasn’t even counting the times I’d be able to convince Brandon to spend the night at my place so we didn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing the noises I would undoubtedly make as he fucked me.
“I’ve got it,” I assured him as I stretched to get my bottle out of the nightstand. “You’ve known me long enough I’m almost offended that you thought you’d need tobuylube if we were going to do this.”
“I told you, it was mostly symbolic,” he grumbled. “Now, are you going to put that condom on me, or should I use this on myself and you can go to sleep?”
“Fuck that noise,” I scoffed. I scrambled to sit up enough to roll the latex down Brandon’s length without accidentally slipping and breaking my new favorite toy. He groaned as I gave him a couple of strokes—you know, to make sure everything was in place like it was supposed to be. “Mmm, Daddy likey.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Brandon shoved me back onto the mattress and spread my legs wide. “It’s lucky for you I knew what I was getting myself into here.”
I hitched my arms under my legs, holding myself open so Brandon could focus on getting his dick inside of me. Proving thathewas the one in control and I was simply along for the ride, Brandon rubbed the head of his dick over my entrance as he drizzled more lube over his shaft. I pressed my lips together, determined to be patient even though I wanted to demand that he stop teasing me. That would just make him drag out this torture until I came without his hand around my dick or him nailing my prostate. It was one hell of a feat, but I was sure he was capable of it.
“It’s killing you to wait, isn’t it?” Brandon teased.Fucker.“If it makes you feel any better, I’m beginning to think I’m a bit of a masochist. I wanna be inside you so bad, but tormenting you is more fun than I imagined.”
“Have you spent a lot of time coming up with ways to torture me?” I shimmied around, hoping toaccidentallyget his dick to slip past my entrance. The crack of Brandon’s palm against my hip echoed through the air. “Fuck! That hurt!”
“Well, it wasn’t meant to tickle.” Snarky Brandon was going to take some getting used to. “If I have to tell you one more time to be patient, you’re not going to like the consequences.”
Somehow, I had no doubt he was telling the truth. I folded my arms over my chest and pouted up at him. It probably didn’t have quite the same effect when I was naked and ready to offer him whatever he wanted if he’d just fuck me already. “I’ll be good. Promise.”
“I know you’ll try.” Brandon combed his fingers through my hair so tenderly I thought I might cry. There was something about this man that broke down all the macho bullshit defenses I’d put up over the years to shield myself from being picked on. He bent down and pressed his lips to my forehead. Because my eyes were closed and I was trying to figure out what he was whispering, it shocked the shit out of me when the head of his cock breached my hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“It’s not like I’m a cock-hungry slut,” I ground out. And it didn’t help matters that Brandon’s dick was thicker than even the biggest dildo in my toybox. I dug my fingers into his hips trying to urge him deeper. He paused, breathing in ragged pants, cursing as my hole clenched around his thick shaft. He pulled back before thrusting in again. With a slow rocking motion, he entered me a bit further each time until finally, he was seated with his groin pressed against my ass. Then, he did some little swirl thing as he pulled out that had me seeing stars. “Goddamn, you keep that up and I’m gonna lose my shit.”
“Good. That’s the point.”
I grumbled when he pulled out of me. Never before had the absence of a dick in my ass left me feeling so empty. He pushed in, only letting the wide head enter me. Pulled out again. And in a little deeper. It was too fucking much and not nearly enough. But I promised to be good for Daddy, and I was going to be the best ever, so he’d never want to let me go.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Brandon mused as he picked up the pace and started drilling me. “Never going to let you go, Matty.”
I took his hands in mine, locking us together as he pounded me. Even though it was our first time together, it was easy to see the moment when Brandon started to lose control. His grip on me tightened, his jaw tensed. Once. Twice. His body slammed against mine in long, hard thrusts. Again. And then, every muscle in his body seemed to contract as he grunted and threw his head back.
Someday, we’d be doing this where we didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing his screams as he came. His body convulsed through the aftershocks before falling on top of me. As his breathing slowed, I worried he’d been serious about me going to sleep without getting off. I was gonna be pissed if he passed out on top of me while I was still hard.
