“Oh, God,” Reese groaned.
But then Brantley flattened his palms on Reese’s stomach and slid them downward, his fingers inching into the waistband of his jeans. Reese sucked in a breath when Brantley teased the head of his cock, insistent on fondling him into submission.
It worked. Reese’s resistance was at an all-time low. Brantley had him right where he wanted him, and there was no doubt the man knew it. This playful side of Brantley was irresistible. They both knew Reese would do whatever the man asked.
“Unbutton your jeans,” Brantley whispered, his hands still playing.
Or anything the man commanded, as was the case now.
Reese fumbled with the button but then managed to get it free. He didn’t lower the zipper, waiting until Brantley told him to. He knew how this worked, and although he still didn’t have the answers he’d been seeking, it was futile to push when Brantley was like this. It was in his best interest to surrender, so he did.
Brantley was the one to inch his zipper down. He was the one who tugged Reese’s jeans and boxer briefs down below his ass. Just low enough for Reese’s balls to be free, but no farther. It was clear he wasn’t ready for Reese to be naked because he grabbed the open fly of his jeans and twisted the denim, tightening them around Reese’s upper thighs. A denim shackle, if you will.
Reese dropped his head back when Brantley used his free hand to massage his balls. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough. There was no pain, only mind-numbing pleasure.
“Tonight, you’re gonna be my slut,” Brantley rumbled near his ear. “Think you can handle that?”
“Yes.”
Brantley chuckled. “You’re just ready to give it up, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Brantley twisted the denim some more, this time as he stroked the length of Reese’s cock. The warring sensations sent chills racing down Reese’s spine.
“I own you, Reese Tavoularis,” Brantley whispered.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
Reese reached back and brushed his hand over Brantley’s head. “You own me.”
“I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
He would. They both knew he would.
Brantley released the denim and then stepped back. Cool air caressed his back when Brantley moved. His jeans were tugged down his legs, left to pool around his ankles, shackling his booted feet. Brantley helped him to hobble forward a few steps until his knees hit the mattress.
“Get up there,” Brantley instructed.
Reese wasn’t sure what Brantley had in store for him, but he managed to pull himself onto the bed, his shackled feet hanging off the side.
“On your knees. Chest flat. Arms out.”
Reese dropped his chest to the mattress and spread his arms out wide. His ass was in the air, and with the jeans shackling his ankles, he was vulnerable. Especially when Brantley adjusted his knees so they were spread wide while his feet remained together.
A dark rumble echoed in his chest when Brantley cupped his balls with both hands, and his thumbs began lightly stroking along his taint. Even after two years, Brantley still had the ability to introduce him to pleasure he’d never experienced before.
Brantley’s hands shifted, his palms sliding over his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Cool air caressed his anus, but that didn’t come close to preparing him for the intensity of Brantley’s tongue when he rimmed him.
Reese grunted as pleasure scalded him, that wicked wet tongue doing unspeakable things, awakening sensitive nerve endings. In this position, Reese could only endure, unable to shift one direction or the other as Brantley tongued his hole, assaulting him with euphoria-inducing sensations. His cock pulsed, precum leaking out of the tip as he rode the waves of ecstasy that moved through him.
While his mouth drove him into a frenzy, Brantley’s hands caressed and fondled his cock and balls, building the tension inside him until it was coiling so tightly…
“Brantley … oh, fuck…”
“Not yet, baby.” Brantley pulled back, pressing kisses to his ass cheeks before delving in again.
