“You do. You wanna come in my hand, don’t you?” Brantley kissed him, licking the inside of his mouth, tongue lapping at tongue, keeping the pace with his stroking.
“Want…” Reese licked Brantley’s lower lip, groaned. “To … oh,fuck…” His head fell back against the wall, his hips pumping faster.
“Tell me, baby,” Brantley whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want to ride your cock.”
Those words went straight through him, making his cock kick in his jeans and his hand to still momentarily.
Fucking hell.
He never knew what to expect from Reese, but he was certainly never disappointed.
He managed to resume his steady pace rather than race to a flat surface, leaning down and licking Reese’s neck. “Let me get this straight.” He nipped his ear lobe. “You want to sit on my cock?”
Reese nodded.
“And ride me—”
“Like a bull,” Reese inserted.
“—until I come deep inside you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Brantley felt Reese’s cock swell in his hand.
“What’re you waitin’ for?” he challenged, nipping Reese’s jaw.
It took effort, but Brantley managed to step back, reluctantly releasing Reese so they could head to the bedroom. He was all for getting down and dirty anywhere in the house, but for this, a bed would do nicely.
There was no hesitation on either of their parts once they were in the room. While hands and mouths continued to roam, clothing began to fall away until Reese’s warm body was pressed perfectly against him.
The fall into bed took no time at all, and then Brantley found himself pressed into the mattress by Reese’s weight.
He loved this part, when he was awash with sensation. Every single inch of him was aware of Reese. From his smooth, firm lips to his calloused hands, the crisp hair on his legs. Brantley had never paid much attention to those things. For most of his adult life, an orgasm had been the end goal. Relief until the next time the urge overcame him. With Reese, it was about the journey. Getting there was as important as the grand finale.
Because he knew Reese had ventured out of his comfort zone with his request, Brantley figured he could ease him into it. No doubt about it, the thought of Reese looming over him, riding his cock was something he’d fantasized about. Many, many times. But when it came to their lovemaking, Brantley let Reese set the pace, make the suggestions.
Oh, sure, eventually they would be on the same page, and Brantley would have free rein to give and take exactly what he wanted, but he wasn’t willing to rush things. Being that he was the only man Reese had ever been with, he was sensitive to Reese’s hesitation.
Sliding his hands down Reese’s sides, he skimmed his fingers over all the hard muscle and warm skin, over his hip bones, then changing direction and pausing to squeeze the firm globes of Reese’s ass as he ground his hips upward, their cocks aligned almost perfectly. It would’ve been so damn easy to simply dry hump him to completion—something they enjoyed on occasion—but Reese’s request had Brantley holding off.
He let his hands trail down to the backs of Reese’s thighs, then urged Reese to bend his knees until he was straddling Brantley’s hips. His adrenaline was spiking once again, his body and mind already anticipating the hedonistic pleasure he would be shrouded in momentarily.
Luckily, Reese was as eager as he was. The next thing Brantley knew, Reese was sitting astride him, the lube in his hand as he began generously coating Brantley’s cock while they both watched. Sensations assaulted him as that wicked hand stroked firmly, gliding effortlessly up and down, over and over.
Unable to help himself, he reached for Reese’s cock, stroking lightly, ensuring he remained right there on the precipice along with him.
Brantley was pumping his hips before he realized Reese was looking at the bandaged wound on his shoulder.
“It’s fine,” he assured him. “I’m lettin’ you do all the work.”
Reese’s gaze moved to his face.
“But if you keep that up,” he warned, “I’ll come in your hand. I don’t care.”
Reese grinned, those wonderful fingers prying open, releasing him.
