Speaking of patience…
Brantley remained where he was, continuing to stare out even as Reese made his way up to the door. When the door opened, Tesha came lumbering over, tail wagging as she greeted Reese. Brantley allowed Reese to give her the requisite pat on the head, scratch behind the ears, but then when Tesha trotted off to find her bone, he was on Reese. Hell, he didn’t even give him time to shut the front door before he was slamming him up against the wall, lips colliding.
“You’re injured,” Reese growled.
Brantley didn’t stop kissing him, taking what he wanted. “Good as new,” he mumbled as he plundered Reese’s mouth.
Reese grunted, but his hands gripped Brantley’s hips firmly, holding him in place as their tongues mated.
Oh, yeah. Just what he’d needed.
The kiss ignited into a firestorm right there in the entryway. It was a wonder their clothes didn’t disintegrate from the heat they generated.
“Christ Almighty, you taste good,” he whispered against Reese’s mouth.
It was that familiar taste of peppermint—inspired by Reese’s addiction to Altoids—and man that revved his engine even more.
“Great minds…” Brantley groaned when Reese flipped the button on Brantley’s jeans open.
The zipper followed and Brantley’s lungs seized up as an overwhelming pleasure mixed with his ever-increasing adrenaline.
“Been thinkin’ ’bout this all day,” Reese breathed against his mouth, continuing to work Brantley’s jeans open.
The heat of his hand against his lower stomach had Brantley sucking in a breath, his cock pounding in earnest, all the blood in his body making a detour south. The anticipation built, his nerves growing more chaotic as he waited not so patiently for that moment when Reese would touch him.
But then Reese moaned in his mouth and Brantley nearly lost it.
“Don’t. Move,” he warned Reese before the man could get his hand around his aching cock.
“Your shoulder hurt?”
Brantley shook his head. This definitely wasn’t pain he was feeling.
Reese’s fingers brushed against the sensitive head of his dick, but he stopped pursuing, which gave Brantley a moment to rein himself in.
They were both breathing hard when Brantley nipped Reese’s lower lip, bringing their hips together.
“You get me too worked up.” He panted, tightening the metaphorical leash on his control. “Don’t wanna come.”
Well, he did. Just not yet.
Good thing he knew of a way to distract himself.
It was his turn to do the unbuckling and unzipping, freeing Reese’s cock before stepping back so he could watch as he took the man’s steel-hard length in his hand.
A guttural moan escaped Reese as he stared down between them, the sound vibrating straight through Brantley.
The guy had a phenomenal cock. Thick and heavy, the shaft curved slightly to the left, with a wide head and an intricate design of veins running along the length. At the moment, it was a dark purple thanks to the blood flowing through it, and the sight made Brantley’s mouth water.
Continuing to admire, Brantley stroked Reese firmly. Up, down. Up, down. Slow and easy, enjoying the way the thick head peeked out of his fist, glistening with pre-cum.
The more he worked him, the more Reese panted, letting the wall hold him up.
Brantley leaned in, trapping Reese’s cock between them as he sucked on Reese’s lower lip.
“You like that?” He nipped him, continuing to stroke, wrenching his wrist, running his thumb over the head, then teasing the sensitive spot just below.
The only response he got was a grunt when Reese bucked his hips.
