“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Brantley,” Reese pleaded.
Brantley smirked, flipping the top on the lube and pouring a generous amount in his hand. Reese swallowed hard, watching as Brantley transferred the lube to his cock, massaging himself. If that were all he did, Reese would’ve survived, but then Brantley slicked the greasy liquid on Reese’s balls as his fingers dipped lower, caressing his taint before sliding inside his hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Reese dropped his head back and closed his eyes as the exquisite sensation tore through him. Brantley knew exactly what to do to send him right to the peak.
“Give me one of those pillows,” Brantley commanded.
Reese slapped the mattress over his head until he found one of the small throw pillows Brantley had made fun of him for adding to the bed. He tossed it to Brantley. A second later, Brantley had the pillow wedged at the small of Reese’s back.
Bent the way he was, Reese couldn’t see between his legs, so he turned to look in the mirror on the armoire Brantley had also teased him for getting. In this position, he could see Brantley guiding his cock to his hole.
“You sure you’re ready for me?”
“Yes,” Reese whispered when the blunt head pressed against him, stretching the tight ring of muscle as he pushed inside.
Brantley grunted. “Take me, Reese. Relax and let me in.”
Relaxing took effort because he was so worked up, adrenaline flooding his veins. Reese took deep breaths, welcoming Brantley inside him. He loved this. He’d come to crave this intimacy. Being with Brantley had changed him in so many ways. No longer was he nervous about their encounters. He looked forward to them.
Once the head of his cock had breached the tight ring, Brantley grabbed Reese’s ankle, holding him still as he began sliding in. An inch or two in. Back out. In. Out. Deeper each time.
Reese took deep breaths in, slowly exhaling as the pleasure pulsed through him. He watched Brantley in the mirror, admiring every beautiful plane and angle of the man’s big body as he fucked him. The man could go for hours just like this, his stamina incredible. However, Reese wasn’t quite as disciplined. He longed for Brantley to fuck him hard and deep until he was lost in the sensations.
Reese looked up at Brantley’s face, saw the sheen of sweat forming on his brow. Brantley made it look easy, but he knew resisting was as difficult for Brantley as it was for him. He tormented them both with his restraint, watching as his cock disappeared inside Reese one inch at a time.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Brantley’s hold on Reese’s ankle tightened. “I wanna bend you in half and ram my dick inside you.”
“Do it,” Reese pleaded. At this point, he didn’t fucking care. He was hovering on an edge made of razor wire. Any second, he was going to split apart.
“Oh, God, yes. You’re so fuckin’ tight.” Brantley shivered as he pulled out, then drove in again, more forcefully this time.
Reese pressed his elbows into the mattress and held his legs, trying to keep himself in place, needing Brantley to fuck him.
“More, Brantley.”
Brantley met his gaze. “I’ll give you more. But don’t you come until I tell you to,” Brantley warned, pumping his hips faster as he leaned against Reese’s legs.
“Not makin’ any promises,” he grunted, using the muscles in his legs to support Brantley’s weight.
Brantley planted one knee on the bed, angling his cock down, driving in deep and hard. Reese was a goner. He could barely hold on as the pleasure singed every fiber of his being, drawing every muscle in his body taut as he let it consume him.
When Brantley put his other knee on the bed, Reese was bent like a pretzel, but he didn’t fucking care. Brantley was untethered, and watching him was all Reese needed. Their eyes met and locked as Brantley impaled him, driving them both to that space where time split between reality and ecstasy. Reese was there, lingering as Brantley’s hips slammed against his legs. The discomfort only intensified the sensation until pain morphed with pleasure, and Reese was soaring on the high that preceded orgasm.
More of Brantley’s weight pressed against him when Brantley reached for Reese’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
At that point, the unraveling began, the intensity igniting the electrical current that sparked at the base of his spine and radiated outward.
“Fuck … Reese … Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” Brantley growled roughly. “Come with me, Reese. Oh, fuck … come with me.”
Reese gritted his teeth and let go while Brantley’s cock swelled and pulsed inside him. A thunderous roar echoed through the room. Might’ve been Brantley. Could’ve been Reese. He didn’t know because, as was the case whenever they came together, Reese splintered into shards.
It would take long minutes before he would pull himself back together.
Chapter Five
The first time Slade mentioned Moonshiners, Atticusthought the guy was joking. Being that he was from Dallas, Atticus didn’t think small-town bars like this existed. Even the small towns outside Dallas were big or expanding, drowning out anything that might’ve once resembled Coyote Ridge.
Moonshiners was proof that there was life in a small town.
