“Move to the middle but stay like that.”
Reese shifted forward, his ass still on display, his hole stretched and ready for Brantley’s cock. Brantley joined him. He knelt behind him, shifting so he could put one foot flat for balance while he pushed Reese’s hips down, urging his knees wider so Brantley could align his cock with Reese’s hole.
“Ready for me, baby?”
“Yes.”
Brantley pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. He went slow, watching the point where they were joined, enjoying the sight of Reese’s ass stretching to take him.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” he rasped, retreating slowly, pushing in again.
He fucked Reese just like that. Slow and deep, again and again. He added more lube, fucked him some more. Reese took him, his moans and groans intensifying as the needles of electricity danced at the base of Brantley’s spine.
“You remember what started this?”
Reese went silent for a moment before he grunted. “Yes.”
“You want me to tell you what I know?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg me, baby. Let me come inside this sweet ass, and I’ll tell you. But not until you beg for my cock.”
“Fuck,” Reese grumbled, rocking back against him. “Deeper.”
Brantley pushed in deeper.
“Harder.”
Brantley fucked him harder.
“Oh, God.”
Brantley gave him what he wanted but paused just short of coming inside him.
“Don’t stop! Oh, fuck.”
“I haven’t heard you beg yet.”
“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me with your fat fucking cock. Fuck me hard, Brantley. Please. Fuck. Me. Hard.”
There was no way to resist that.
Brantley drilled him hard and deep, his insides coiling tighter and tighter until he couldn’t hold back. When Reese reached under and began jerking his cock roughly, Brantley let loose, railing him until Reese was crying out his name as his body jerked and twitched, his asshole clamping down on Brantley’s cock. He drove into him one final time and let himself go.
He was panting like he’d run a marathon when he pulled out and flopped onto his back beside Reese. Reese rolled, too, his ass against Brantley’s hip.
“Tell me,” Reese said as he gulped air.
Brantley chuckled. “You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Goddammit, Brantley.”
He laughed again, smiling up at the ceiling. “He was pickin’ up the ring.”
