“Your mouth is truly spectacular.” Leaning forward I press my mouth to his. My lips push at the seam demanding entrance. He parts them, allowing my tongue to enter, hungrily massaging his. “Let’s take this to the bed. I want to bury my cock deep inside you.” I groan, mumbling the words between pauses.
“I thought you’d never ask.” His voice husky with want.
Bradley leans back and I stand, taking his hands in mine, helping him up. His chest brushing against me as he does it. I lower my hand, slipping it underneath his shirt, before tugging it upward. “Lift your arms.” My voice becomes deep, controlling, and I can see how it affects him.
I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. He doesn’t speak, just bites on that fucking plump lip and eagerly complies raising his arms high as I slip his shirt off, dropping it to the floor. My hands land back on his chest, moving lightly across his skin, lingering at his collarbone, the curve of his neck, just… taking him in.
He’s fucking handsome. Hot. And tonight he’s all mine.
Then maybe, tomorrow too.
There’s something about him that screams at me this isn’t a one time thing. We’re meant to be together. I’ve only felt this way one other time. With Malcolm. While I may have misread the feelings then, I’m confident I’m not with Bradley.
His hands slide up my chest, claiming me like he already knows I’m his. He reaches for the buttons on my shirt. His fingers nimble as he slips each one through the tiny slit, showing my bare chest to him. His gaze never leaves mine. When the last button is undone, he pushes the linen fabric back, letting it slide off my shoulders, falling to the floor. His knuckles graze my ribs, light and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize me with touch alone. As if I’m ever letting him go. We’re both bare from the waist up, pausing just long enough to breathe each other in.
"You’ve had me hard as hell all night," I whisper.
“Ditto.” he replies back and I can’t help but snort lightly at his humorous answer, while still looking at me like I’m a five course meal and he's starving.
Our heads move closer, meeting in a kiss. The kind of kiss that feels like it can last forever, but also so damn good you know it’s going to fucking unravel everything you’ve ever known.
His hands move to the waist of my dress pants, and I do the same. We undress each other slowly, like it matters—like we’re stripping away more than clothes. This isn’t just a quick fuck. It’s something deeper. A slow, deliberate seduction.
When all our clothes are discarded and we’re finally skin to skin, I take his hand and he leads me toward the bed.
We don’t fall into it, we sink. We lay side by side, our bodies tangled together as we kiss each other like a soldier going off to war. Our legs brush together, as I press my forehead to his. I’m not in a rush. I don’t want this night to end.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you walk into the coffee shop,” I murmur.
He nods. “Me too. I just didn’t think there was a shot of it happening.”
“Why?” I lift my hand, brushing some of the hair out of his face so I can get a look at those beautiful bluish-grey eyes.
“You’re older, mature, and have your life together. Me, I’m younger, a college dropout and literally killing the mood right now.”
With those final words his hands dance along my waist, cupping my ass cheeks as he squeezes them.
“I agree.” The low growl erupts from deep within my chest as I flip him over onto his back, moving my body between his legs. I place a hand on either side of his body as I gaze down at him. Lowering my head, I kiss him lightly, moving across his chest from left to right, nipping lightly at his skin. Bradley arches his back, sucking his lip into his mouth as he hisses in approval.
I move lower, taking his nipple between my teeth, tugging on it gently. Watching him squirm beneath me has my cock standing at attention and ready for round two. My fingers glide over his hard cock, precum leaking from the tip. I swirl my finger through the liquid, collecting it before venturing on, furtherback. He closes his eyes, moaning softly as I swirl the liquid around the rim of his ass.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice full of authority, commanding him to obey, to be my willing subject.
His eyes open, heavy with lust.
“That’s better. Your ass is mine. Can I have it?” Then wanting to make him feel a little more comfortable I add. “I have a condom.”
I never want to presume and well, you can never be too safe, so a condom is non-negotiable with someone new. But if he says no, it’s going to kill me. To come this far, to be as intimate as we have been and then for him to refuse sex would be a kick in the gut.
“What are you waiting on?” He manages to say between gasps as I tease his tender opening, pressing the tip of my finger in and out of him. But I want more.
I lift up long enough to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. I don’t have lube, and I don’t want this to be painful for him.
“Raise your hips for me.” Once he’s done it, I slip the pillow underneath him, giving a little height. I sink back between his legs, taking hold of his cock as I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing his slit. I take hold of his thighs, lifting them, putting his puckered hole in view. I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips. My cock twitches in approval, begging to be inside of him.
My tongue swirls around the rim, his breath hitches as his muscle tightens. I continue moving it in slow, circular motions before pushing it in. My movements are gentle at first, but become more demanding as I go.
I can hear the fabric of the blankets rustling and I glance over, seeing his fingers gripping it tightly. Changing gears I move slightly, abandoning his ass to kiss along the inside of his thigh. Bradley gasps, making my chest ache in the best way imaginable.
