This. This was what he needed. To taste and touch andfeelthis man, to have him all to himself. To reassure the painful ache in his chest that Reese was alive, that he didn’t die all those months ago, that Brantley’d been given a second chance at a happily ever after. A real life, a real, heart-wrenching love.
He swallowed Reese’s mutedhmmphfrom the sudden jolt, but that was where his surprise ended. Reese grabbed his hips, jerked him forward, then slid his palms up his back, holding on to him as their tongues thrashed around the moans that escaped.
“Ineedyou,” Brantley growled softly against Reese’s lips, his voice a rough grind thanks to the fragile grasp he had on his control. “Right. Now.”
With two hands firmly on Reese’s head, holding him close so their mouths didn’t venture far, Brantley managed to walk them toward the bed.
“You’re not mad?” Reese asked when Brantley released him in order to tug his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.
“Mad?” Brantley shook his head and smiled. “Horny as fuck?” He nodded and smirked. “Desperate to be inside you?” He nodded again.
Reese’s gaze raked over his face. Brantley could feel his uncertainty, his need for clarification.
“Get naked, Reese,” he insisted. “I’m gonna fuck you. Right now. Right here. And I’m not gonna stop.”Maybe not ever.
Reese’s brown eyes flared with the same hunger Brantley felt churning like the wild sea in his veins.
He briefly wondered if it would always be like this between them. A devastating hunger sparked by a gleam in the eye or the sound of Reese’s voice. Brantley wasn’t sure what the triggers were, but there were times he couldn’t contain what he felt for this man. And it always …always… took tremendous effort to restrain himself because what he felt for Reese overwhelmed him on a base level, incited that deeply ingrained primal instinct. Never had a man made him feel like this. Not before Reese, and he knew with certainty no other man ever would.
Neither of them spoke as they stripped off their clothes. As soon as they were naked, Brantley didn’t hesitate, grabbing Reese and pulling him down with him. He bore the brunt of Reese’s weight as he dragged him in for another kiss, letting his hands roam all the velvet smooth skin he could reach. His hands were rough, but Reese didn’t seem to mind, so Brantley didn’t aim for gentle.
When he felt as though he would spontaneously combust, he pulled back and stared up at Reese.
“I don’t trust myself not to hurt you,” he said truthfully. “So you’re gonna ride my cock and make yourself come.”
A rough groan rattled in Reese’s chest as he pushed himself up, straddling Brantley’s hips. He reached back for the lube they’d left on the nightstand and made quick work of lubing Brantley’s cock. When Reese’s hands curled around his dick, stroking slowly, Brantley felt his spine tingle. It wouldn’t take much, he knew.
“Ride me, Reese,” he ordered. “Put my cock inside you.”
As Reese sat astride him, Brantley didn’t move, recalling the first time they’d done this. It had been at Reese’s request that time, but it was a moment Brantley would never forget. Watching Reese as he sank down on his cock was a pleasure in itself. The way his mouth opened on a moan, his eyes closing as the skin on his face tightened from the sheer ecstasy of it.
Placing his hands on Reese’s thighs, Brantley kept his touch gentle. Doing so used a significant amount of his quickly vanishing self-control.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Brantley hissed through clenched teeth when his cock sank into the tight, hot depths of Reese’s body. For a brief moment, he regretted giving Reese all the power because he wanted to roll them over and ram deep inside the man, desperate for a modicum of relief from this overwhelming need.
But he remained still, watching, breathing, listening to the roar of blood in his ears as his pulse skyrocketed.
When their eyes met, Brantley saw so much in Reese’s golden-brown gaze. Love, lust, and the same need that warred inside him. It caused that now familiar tightness in his chest, the one that he associated with a love so great it defied nature. He wasn’t sure humans were supposed to love this much, toneedthis much, to feel so wildly out of control because of one person.
“Fuck me,” Brantley rasped, sliding his palms over Reese’s washboard stomach, up to the hard planes of his chest.
He swept his fingertips over smooth skin while Reese began to lift and lower on his cock, taking him deeper each time he sank down.
When Reese reached for his hands, Brantley let him link their fingers. Brantley locked his elbows when Reese leaned into him, using his extended arms to brace himself as he fucked himself on Brantley’s cock. The friction and heat of Reese’s body sent chills shooting through his body as pleasure consumed the hunger in his veins, filling him with a feeling so intense he briefly wondered if he’d survive the aftermath.
Reese remained fully in control of the pace and the depth.
“Stroke my cock,” Reese groaned, releasing one of Brantley’s hands. “Stroke me, Brantley. Fuck … oh, fuck … touch me.”
Brantley wrapped a hand around the iron-hard length, jacking Reese’s cock to the rhythm of Reese’s body moving atop him. Heat swamped him, and the hair on his arms stood on end as the pleasure crested. His cock jerked inside Reese, that telltale tingle in his spine a warning that he wouldn’t last much longer. He didn’t try to fight it, welcoming the release that was inevitable.
He applied more pressure to Reese’s cock, tugging and stroking while Reese panted and moaned above him.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, teeth clenched as he fought to hold on just a moment longer. “I wanna watch you come.”
He didn’t bother telling him it would be the detonator because he sensed Reese already knew that.
“Oh, fuck…” Reese’s movements were jerky and jarring as he tried to move faster. “More … I need…”
