Minutes felt like days as he trembled and moaned, never wanting it to end.
***
Brantley wasn’t sure how it was possiblethat every encounter with Reese felt like the first time. He got off on Reese’s garbled groans and his muted whimpers. The pleasure he derived from those sounds was not something he’d ever experienced before him. He could ride that high as long as Reese could. Longer.
“Don’t move,” Brantley told him before he stepped away, reaching for the lube they kept in Reese’s nightstand.
Reese’s groan of disappointment made him smile. Yeah, the man was a slut for him, and that turned Brantley on like nothing else could. That and the fact Reese trusted him this much. Sure, Reese could’ve easily gotten out of the makeshift restraints on his ankles if he wanted to, but it was a mental rush for them both that Reese allowed himself to be vulnerable like this.
Brantley returned, setting the bottle down beside Reese’s leg as he massaged the man’s ass cheeks, wanting to keep the sensations alive. He teased Reese’s taint again, a gentle brush of his thumbs between his hole and his balls. He loved how Reese shivered when he played with him. It was a heady feeling to know he could bring this man pleasure like this.
When Reese was once again trembling, Brantley poured the lube along the crack of his ass, figuring the chill from the liquid would add to the pleasure. Reese’s soft moan proved him right.
“You want my cock in here, don’t you?” He dipped his thumb into Reese’s hole, pushing in slow and deep. No discomfort, only pure pleasure.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Good. Because you’re gonna have it. Soon. Not yet though. Right now, you’re gonna endure.”
Brantley fucked Reese with one thumb, then two fingers. He teased and stretched at first, then lingered inside long enough to find Reese’s prostate, massaging it gently, then more firmly.
“Brantley … oh, fuck … oh, God…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Too good … oh, fuck … oooh … fuuuuck…”
“You want me to stop?”
“You want me to come?” Reese bit out.
Brantley chuckled. “Not yet.”
“Oh. Fuck. Brantley.”
Not wanting to push him over just yet, Brantley paused with his fingers buried inside him. He added more lube, massaged his hole some more, stretching him. He waited until Reese relaxed, then curled his fingers and tormented his prostate again. This time he stroked Reese’s cock with his other hand. He kept at it until Reese was panting and moaning.
“I can make you come like this,” he told Reese. “Or I can fill this tight ass with my cock. Which do you prefer?”
Reese growled.
Brantley chuckled. “You have to tell me.” He massaged his prostate more firmly, adjusting his grip on Reese’s cock to match the pressure. “And you have to say please.”
“You…” Reese exhaled with a moan. “Oh, fuck. I want … you … inside me.”
“I didn’t hearplease.”
“Please, Brantley. Oh, God. Fuck me.”
“Beg me,” he commanded, fucking him with two fingers once more while jerking his cock roughly. He wanted the man on edge. He wanted him coming apart at the seams.
“Please … God … please fuck me, Brantley! Oh, God … that feels so good.”
Reese was bucking against his hand, fucking himself on Brantley’s fingers. It was so hot to watch. Brantley had more patience than most men, but when it came to Reese, he was weak.
“Stay just like that.”
Brantley stopped long enough to pull Reese’s boots and jeans off, getting rid of his socks, too, before undressing himself.
