“You haven’t even fucked me baby, and I already feel like I’m going to come.” He moans. His legs begin to tremble, and I can’t hold off any longer. I need him.
“One second. I need to grab the condom.” I lower his legs, and quickly go to my pants, retrieving my wallet to find the one condom packet inside of it. I don’t waste any time and rip the square gold package open with my teeth. With great skill and ease, I roll the condom down the length of my shaft as I make my way back to the bed.
Bradley hasn’t moved an inch. He’s still right where I left him.Such a good boy.The only thing he’s doing that he shouldn’t be is stroking his cock before I’ve given him permission. When he shoots his load, I want to be looking at him. To have his eyes locked with mine. But I’ll let him slide this time. He doesn’t know it yet, but this is just the first of many nights we’ll be spending together. I’m sure of that.
I climb back between his legs while he gives me a sheepish grin. His eyes drop to my cock, his teeth dragging across his bottom lip as he pulls it into his mouth. Taking hold of one of his thighs I lift it up, placing it over my shoulder as I rub the head of my cock around his opening.
“I want you to keep stroking your cock, but don’t come. Not until I tell you.”
He doesn’t answer, just nods.
“Words, Bradley. Are you going to come before I tell you?”
“No.” The word is so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it.
I press my hard length into his opening, slowly at first, he gasps, and I stop, giving him a moment to adjust before pushing the rest of the way in. I’m buried inside his warm channel. A multitude of emotions coursing through me. Being with someone other than Malcolm should feel weird, but this with Bradley screams at me that it’s right.
Just missing something.
No, more like someone.
I thrust into him like a madman. He pumps his shaft in rhythm to my movements. Each move I make, he does one in response. Our breaths are erratic, and the only sound in the room is skin slapping skin and a mixture of our moans.
I’m so close to the edge, and I know I’m not going to last any longer.
“Come.” I order Bradley. The word has barely left my lips before ropes of cum explode onto his stomach, covering it and his chest in a sticky, creamy white fluid.
I follow right after, my hands gripping his legs as I fill the condom. My body is drained and I can’t move, as I work to chase my breath.
“That was fucking amazing,” Bradley’s husky voice murmurs as he lets his arms fall to his side, no care to the fluid covering his chest.
“That it was.”
Chapter 18
Bradley
WhenJeffersonpullsoutof me, I feel empty. I can’t explain it, but sex with him was different. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like more.
But I know he’s still hung up on someone else and that this with me tonight didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me.
He steps back beside me, washcloth in hand as he cleans the sticky substance off of me, before tossing the rag on the floor and moving to the other side of the bed.
“Ready to go to sleep? I’d say let’s fuck again, but I only brought one condom.” There’s a quiet plea in his eyes, a silent hope I’ll stay.
I shouldn’t. I have to meet Malcolm tomorrow, and we’re heading out of town. I haven’t even packed yet.
Malcolm. Another man tugging at my heart, unknowingly twisting the knife. These two are going to kill me.
“I’m exhausted. Who would’ve known the ancient man would have more stamina than me.” I toss him a wink and a goofy smile so he knows I'm playing with him.
“This ancient relic would be more than ready to fuck that fine ass of yours again if I had another condom.” He pulls back the comforter on the opposite side of the bed from me. I sit up, turning my body so I can pull down the comforter on my side of the bed and slip underneath it.
The sheets are warm. Inviting. He sits down on the edge, reaches over to turn off the light on the nightstand, before he lays down on his back.
“I didn’t expect this tonight,” I admit.
Jefferson looks over at me, his brows raising just a little. “What—this?” He moves his hand between the two of us. “Or the part where you were on your knees in a hotel room?”
