“Because we’ve got some time to kill.”
“Do we?”
Brantley chuckled, loving that Reese had been reduced to two-word sentences because of what Brantley was doing.
“Take off your shirt,” he instructed.
Reese shifted in the circle of Brantley’s arms, dragging his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside.
Catching sight of the big mirror mounted to the wall over the dresser, Brantley managed to turn them so that they were facing it. He watched over Reese’s shoulder, admiring the sexy man as he continued to rub him. Reese’s handsome face was contorted by pleasure, his chest muscles flexing as his breathing deepened, stomach muscles clenching whenever Brantley tightened his fist on his cock.
“We should consider gettin’ a mirror in the bedroom,” Brantley mused.
Reese’s gaze met his in the reflection. “We should.”
Brantley pressed a kiss to Reese’s bare shoulder, felt the muscle tense, then relax almost instantly. He licked the back of Reese’s neck before kissing the other shoulder while continuing to watch them in the mirror.
Reese’s eyes drooped shut, and a soft groan sounded again. “Brantley…”
“Tell me, baby,” he encouraged. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Everything.”
God, he loved this man. He loved everything about him, especially the way he gave in so quickly.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, releasing Reese’s cock and taking a step back. He made a brief detour to the bed and rummaged through his duffel bag until he found the lube.
When he turned around again, he was content to see Reese hadn’t budged from where he stood, his sexy ass beckoning Brantley as he stood stone-still, his chest rising and falling with every breath.
It was the work of a moment to get Reese’s jeans shoved down to his ankles.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can,” Brantley told him, moving up behind him again.
Reese did.
Uncapping the lube, Brantley squirted a generous amount in his hand, then tossed the tube away. He greased both hands before reaching around Reese once more to fist his cock. A gruff sigh sounded when his slick hand glided along the thick shaft. Another when Brantley pressed two fingers between Reese’s ass cheeks, teasing along the crack until he found his target.
He was watching their reflection in the mirror, focusing on Reese’s face, the way his mouth opened slightly when Brantley dipped his middle finger inside him.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese moaned.
Brantley worked Reese’s cock with one hand and fingered his asshole with the other, taking pleasure from seeing Reese succumb to it. When he added a second finger, Reese groaned, widening his knees to give him better access.
He slowly penetrated him, scissoring his fingers open just a little to stretch his tight sphincter. As he did, he imagined sinking his cock into the blistering heat of Reese’s body.
“More,” Reese pleaded.
Brantley gave him more, curling his fingers, searching for his prostate. When he grazed it, Reese hissed, his body jerking and another groan escaping. He nipped Reese’s shoulder, stroked his cock, and fingered his hole all at the same time. Before his eyes, Reese’s entire body hardened, his cock pulsing in his hand as he neared that inevitable point of no return. Brantley never let up, but he didn’t rush. He loved seeing Reese like this, completely at his mercy.
“Brantley … oh, fuck … you’re gonna make me come.”
Since that was the goal, he didn’t falter, continuing to drive him higher and higher until Reese fell back against him, his cock pulsing, his ass clamping down on his fingers, his body shuddering as he came in his arms.
***
Reese knew a distraction when he sawone.
While he appreciated the lengths Brantley would go to in order to get him to relax, Reese wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but he refrained from doing so. He wanted to savor the high for a bit longer, letting his mind remain clear even as he pulled his jeans up and buttoned and zipped them.
