Jet
Forty-five minutes.It wasn’t nearly long enough to have my way with Peyton. I needed days. Weeks. Months. He had so much to explore, and I wanted to be right there with him for every hitched breath and shudder of pleasure.
But forty-five minutes was it. One chance to burn through this before we returned to the real world.
Peyton’s breath was heavy in his chest. With the mask and his glasses off, I could see his wide hazel eyes, more clearly than ever before. I could see how much he wanted this, the same as I could feel the energy that surged between us, unravelling him.
A voice far in the back of my mind yelled at me to stop. I was risking my one chance to reconnect with my brother. I was falling back into my old patterns, ignoring consequences and fucking up my responsibilities. I’d learned to do better, figured out how to live up to my own standards, but somehow, when I heard the low rumble of Peyton’s voice and felt the heat between our bodies, I shattered again.
I pushed that voice far into the back of my consciousness, then gave myself over to Peyton.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close. His softer flesh pushed against my hard muscles, and after a few desperate breaths, I slammed my mouth against his. The coarse hair of his beard was lightning against my face, and when I thrust my tongue between his lips, he met me, kissing back just as hard. Our hands were all over each other, groping and slapping and pulling, and Peyton and I spun as we wrestled back and forth.
With a soft shove, I pushed Peyton back against the ornate sofa, where he fell with a surprised huff. His legs were spread, and I could see his thick erection, tenting his pants. While I looked down at him, I rubbed my palm up and down my hard cock.
Fuck, there were so many things I wanted to do with him. But instead of taking charge, I held back my desires and just asked him. “What do you want?”
“Damn, Jet. You know that’s not an easy question for me to answer.”
“Just answer it,” I said, stepping closer. “Right now, don’t think. Which of the toys do you want to try?” Peyton sputtered, still thinking, and I leaned down close. “Don’t think,” I whispered in his ear.
“The blindfold,” he answered. “I’ll try the blindfold.”
I grinned. “Sounds fun.”
Without saying another word, I pulled the black silk blindfold from the table. It was soft in my hand, but strong when I pulled it tight.
“I can’t believe I just agreed to be blindfolded.”
I chuckled as I looked at him, melting against the couch and still rock hard. “You can change your mind anytime. Just say.”
He shook his head slowly. “No. I… I want it.”
Satisfaction thrummed through me. “Good.” I reached down to clasp his hand, then pulled him up, meeting him with another wet, greedy kiss. While our tongues wrestled, I tugged at his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as I could.
No time for this buildup. The minutes were ticking by.
“Naked,” I grunted into his mouth. “Then I’m blindfolding you.”
Peyton and I stripped each other, throwing clothes aside desperately. Finally, I got to see all of him, and I pulled back in order to get a good look at his thick, powerful thighs and the dark hair swirled across his chest. His balls hung heavy, and his thick erection stuck up, pulsing against his furry happy trail. He was sturdy, burly, with solid fat and muscle on his frame, begging for my hands.
“Fucking hot bear,” I growled, and Peyton chuckled while I reached up and tied the blindfold over his eyes.
He stood there, quivering in my gaze. I reached out and grabbed his side, sinking my fingers into his flesh. I knew that, with his eyes covered, he’d be even more attuned to his other senses, like the rough drag of my fingers over his skin, and our scents, mingling in the air.
I pulled my palms over his body, up his sides and then down to his hairy thighs. “I’m going to touch you all over, Peyton. Do you want that?”
He groaned. “Fuck, Jet. Yeah, I want that.”
I chuckled. “Good.”
He was fully mine. Not under my control. Whatever this was, it didn’t have intense domination vibes. But it was my job to take his body and tease out every ounce of pleasure that I could, and I was more than happy to oblige.
I palmed his balls, which were hot to touch, then pushed my face against his neck. “Peyton,” I grunted and started to kiss my way down his clavicle while I rubbed his sack. I kissed across the top of his chest, then licked his hairy pecs. Peyton groaned my name as I rubbed his balls harder, pushing them up against his body until, with hungry lips, I finally found his hard nipple.
I swirled my tongue against the nub. Peyton groaned louder, “Fuck!” And when a shudder shook his body, I bit down lightly.
His groan came out so loud, I felt it at my base. I kept licking and biting, all the while slowly pulling my palm up to his shaft. I held his base in a fist, gripping him hard as I focused on torturing his nipple.
