Reese was panting, leaning into him until Brantley had to bear some of his weight. He fucking loved watching this man come undone. He thought about it incessantly. Day, night. Every waking moment was spent with thoughts of Reese giving in to him somewhere at the forefront of his brain. He would never get enough of him.
Strong fingers curled around his wrist, halting his movements. “Not yet,” Reese belted out. “Fuck me first.”
“You wanna come with me deep inside you? Or you wanna come in my mouth after?”
“Both.”
Brantley released him and smiled. “Your wish is my command.”
***
Reese wasn’t sure how the man couldplay him like a finely tuned instrument. One second he’d been showering alone; a short time later, he was bent over the bed while Brantley teased him relentlessly, driving him absolutely mad with his touch and those explicit words coming out of his mouth. The more Brantley talked, the more Reese craved hearing his voice, willing him to do all the things he promised.
“Beg me, Reese,” Brantley drawled.
It was hard to form words when the man was dragging the blunt head of his cock between his ass cheeks. He grunted, the only coherent sound he could make as he tried to press back, needing more, needing everything. They’d refrained for two fucking days because Reese had been hesitant with Toby in the house. Turned out, he didn’t fucking give a shit where Toby was because this was what he’d needed, and nothing and no one was going to intrude on his time with Brantley.
“I didn’t hear you,” Brantley taunted, pressing the engorged head against his hole. “Beg. Me.”
“Please,” he groaned, leaning forward on his elbows, feet spread wide. He could feel the hair on Brantley’s legs brushing the backs of his legs.
Clearly rewarding him for the effort, Brantley pushed in but retreated just as quickly.
Reese groaned his disappointment.
“Just beg me,” Brantley repeated. “Beg me to fuck you, and I will, Reese. That’s all you have to do.”
His hands balled into fists as he clutched the comforter. “Fuck. Me,” he managed through gritted teeth.
“That’s not begging, that’s demanding. There’s a difference.”
Reese grinned. He loved this man. Loved every damn thing about him, even this sensual torture he was so fond of.
“Please, Brantley,” he said on a slow inhale. He relaxed on the exhale and said, “Let me feel you. Deep. In. Side. Me.”
The next sound was Brantley’s garbled grunt as he shoved his hips forward. Reese braced himself on the bed as Brantley filled him in one punishing thrust. It was heaven, as was every second that followed when Brantley rammed him from behind, driving in deep, retreating. Over and over, he impaled him until he was panting and pleading, his breaths racing in and out of his lungs as the pleasure consumed every inch of his body and mind.
Reese never reached for his cock, which was the only reason he didn’t come. The delicious friction alone, the occasional grazing of his prostate, pushed him closer and closer to the edge, but he wanted to come in Brantley’s mouth as the man had promised.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this.” Brantley dug his fingertips into Reese’s hips as he pulled him back each time he drove forward.
Time ceased to exist as he let the pleasure envelop his entire being, his heart pounding as he memorized every sound Brantley made as he drove them both higher and higher until…
“Tell me you love me,” Brantley growled roughly.
“Make me,” he countered, gasping as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Brantley’s thrusts became more urgent, and Reese felt his control slipping.
“Fucking tell me,” Brantley ordered.
“I love you,” he hissed, barely holding on. “So fucking much.”
When he reached for his cock to relieve some of the pleasure, Brantley snarled, “No. You come without touchin’ yourself.”
Ah, hell. That was all it took. Reese’s cock erupted, his orgasm obliterating him in an instant.
“Oh, fuck!” Brantley drove in as deep as he could, filling Reese nearly to the point of pain. A moment later, he felt his cock throb inside him as he came.
