“I remember the day we met, the first time we kissed, the first time you let me make you come.” His voice dropped an octave. “I remember the first time you fucked me, and yes, I remember the first time I sank my cock into that hot, tight ass of yours.”
Heat grazed every inch of his skin as he stared into those blue-gray eyes.
“And I’m about to add another first to that list.”
Reese liked firsts. “What’s that?”
Brantley took his hand, pulled him toward the kitchen. Reese went willingly, his body pliant as Brantley turned him to face the island. He felt the heat of Brantley at his back, then the warmth of his breath as it fanned his ear.
“And I remember the first time I fucked my fiancé right here on the kitchen counter.”
Reese shivered, tingles jolting down his spine, his cock thickening in anticipation.
“You like that.”
Since it wasn’t a question, Reese didn’t feel the need to answer. They both knew the truth.
Brantley’s hands slipped beneath his T-shirt, calloused palms gliding up his sides, lifting his shirt. Reese raised his arms, allowed Brantley to strip it from him. He remained where he was as Brantley pulled his shorts down, let them pool at his ankles.
“I sure do love this ass,” Brantley rumbled, kneading Reese’s ass as he moved behind him.
“You have lube?”
“When have you known me not to be prepared?” Brantley’s voice was a seductive rasp against the back of his neck.
Reese spread his feet wide when Brantley’s hand trailed down the back of his thigh, then moved inward before sliding upward. He drew in a ragged breath when Brantley reached between his legs, cupped his balls, kneaded them with deft fingers.
“I think I’m gonna make it my mission to fuck you on every surface in this house before we’re married,” Brantley declared, his hands falling. “And then we’ll do it again after.”
Reese’s breaths were sawing in and out of his lungs as he waited for Brantley’s next move. He heard a bottle being squirted.
“Bend over,” Brantley commanded.
Reese leaned forward, his ass jutting toward Brantley.
“Now reach back and spread your ass for me.”
Chills danced down his spine, the eroticism of the moment making his blood pump.
With his chest pressed to the cold granite, he reached back, did as instructed.
“Now that’s nice,” Brantley crooned, his hand gripping Reese’s hip, the head of his cock sliding along the crack of his ass.
Reese gritted his teeth as the pleasure consumed him, the stretch of his body as it acclimated to Brantley’s cock pushing deep inside.
“Oh, fuck me,” Brantley grumbled. “You’re so fucking tight like this.”
From there, Reese let Brantley fuck him until they were mumbling nonsense in their quest for orgasm. He shifted and moved when Brantley instructed, but it wasn’t until he had one leg lifted and stretched out on the island top that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The position allowed Brantley to drive in deep and hard. There was no holding back, every thrust rocking Reese on his steady leg as Brantley plowed into him.
“Don’t you come,” Brantley growled. “Not yet.”
Reese bit his cheek to hold back. The pain recentered him but it was only brief. When Brantley bucked his hips forward and gripped Reese’s hip tightly, he felt the pulse of the man’s cock inside him.
“Fuck,” Brantley growled, lingering briefly while Reese was still holding back.
The next thing he knew, both feet were back on the floor as he was spun around. His ass bumped the cabinet as Brantley went to his knees, sucking Reese deep into his throat. Reese took over, palming Brantley’s head and holding him while he fucked his mouth.
He stared down, admiring the way Brantley’s mouth stretched wide around him, his eyes glazed with desire. He could get behind the idea of doing this in every room of this house, that was for sure.
