Suddenly, a firm hand grabs my arm, tugging me to the side and pushing up against a nearby tree. The dry bark digs into my back making me wince, but the pressure behind his lips against mine quickly soothes the sting.
He pulls back forcefully, grabbing a hold of my chin roughly, making me look square into his eyes.
“You think this is funny?”
“Funnyisn’t the word I’d choose,” I tease.Hot. Sexy. Mind-blowing,to name a few better choices. This earns me a squeeze of my arm.
“This is just some sick twisted way for you to get under my skin, isn’t it?” he seethes, his eyes jumping between mine. “You’ve been dying to see me crack the moment I picked you up. You wanted this, didn’t you?!” His fingers tense around my arms, and I can feel him trembling.
I swallow deeply. I know he won’t hurt me. I don’t know how, I just do.
Even now, as he’s looking at me with fury in his eyes, I know the fire that’s burning is purely lust and not out of disdain.
He wants this. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.
I’ll help him by doing what I do best. Poking the nerves he desperately needs stoked. I saw it out there in the water. The more I push, the more real he gets. The truth is, I fuckinglovedseeing that side of him. He was right. I’ve been dying for this moment. Basically begging him for it. It was the first time he allowed himself to just…feel.Judging by the look on his face after he did it, I highly doubt he’d ever do it again…but there are other ways he could let go with me.
I press into his waist, feeling his thick dick brush against mine. The feeling makes us both suck in a breath.
“Maybe I do want it. And maybe I’m not the only one,” I murmur, my skin prickling under his firm touch, goosebumps rising everywhere. I sway my hips, making sure to grind against him just right. “It’s okay to admit you want it too.”
“You’re wrong,” he says roughly, closer to my face now.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me… felt how you pressed against me this morning.” I gently lick his top lip. “Take what you want,” I whisper before slowly licking the bottom.
A low, angry sound stirs in his chest. As though my words have given him some sort of permission, unlocking the chastity he’s put on himself, he dives into my mouth once again. Only the sounds of our heavy breathing, the water, and nature around us fill my ears. This time, his hands don’t stop as they roam down my chest. This time, they dip into the waistband of my shorts.
Oh,that’s how he wants to do this. He wants to touchme.
I watch, intrigued as he slowly slides down my shorts, letting them fall down to my ankles. I know he can feel my hard dick as it settles against his groin.
“I don’t know what’s going on.” He slowly shakes his head. “I shouldn’t want you as badly as I do,” he mutters against my neck. It’s quiet and raw. As though he wasn’t meaning for me to really hear it. But the confession surprisingly warms my chest. It feels…truthful.He brings his lips back to my mouth, keeping his focus on deeply kissing me. It’s like he’s not daring himself to look down at what’s between us.
Well, if he needs a push.
Don’t mind if I do.
“And yet,” I start. I grab his hand and guide it down to my dick but before it gets too far, he quickly grabs my wrists, pinning them both up above my head on the tree. I gasp in surprise, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t arouse me more. The roughness of it all. I’ve never felt so turned on before.
Brad's eyes pinch shut, his forehead leaning on mine.
“Why do youinsiston pushing me?”
“Because I’m the only one who sees you for what you truly are.” I quickly respond.
“Gay?”
“Afraid,” I state firmly. It might be a daring accusation, but from what I’ve seen this weekend, and the stunned look on his face, I know I’m not wrong. I can only assume this is the first time that he’s ever done something like this, especially with a guy. I don’t want him to freak out, so the ball is completely in his court.
Brad’s eyes sweep over my face as he swallows deeply.
With one hand still grasping my wrists together, he moves the other down my chest, trailing gently down my stomach, until his hand wraps around my dick.
We both inhale sharply, for different reasons, I’m sure. I’m shocked he actually did it. He looks down at his hand, amazement and curiosity taking over.
His lips part as his eyes burn into my skin. I stir beneath him as the touch of his hands turns explorative. His slow, deliberate strokes make me feel dizzy. He takes his time taking in the veins and feeling the weightof my dick in his hands. He’s not even speaking. Just stroking lightly, like he’s got all day.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, his pupils big as he tilts my dick upwards and takes in my frenulum piercing. It may be small, but it’s my favorite one. Just a little barbell piercing, sitting on the underside of my tip. “You donothave a piercing on your dick.”
