Brantley grabbed Reese’s arm and spun him so he was facing away from him. He was vaguely aware of Reese commanding Tesha to sit as Brantley bent Reese over the back of the couch. He spat in his hand and lubed his cock.
With one hand planted in the center of Reese’s back, Brantley guided his cock to Reese’s hole. He pushed in slowly, trying to be gentle for Reese’s benefit. Precum leaked from his cock, providing more lubricant that eased his way into Reese’s body.
“Hurt?”
“No,” Reese answered, but his grunt said otherwise.
“Need to get lube,” Brantley hissed, the heat of Reese’s body robbing him of breath.
“Don’t stop,” Reese insisted. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Brantley accepted it for the lie it was, but he was too far gone to do the right thing, so he added more saliva when he retreated, then pushed in again, retreating slowly until his precum was helping ease the way.
“Fuck, Reese,” he hissed, closing his eyes as the pleasure consumed him. “Goddamn,you feel good.”
Once Reese relaxed, Brantley curled his fingers over Reese’s shoulders and began fucking him. Hard, deep, fast. He got lost in the blistering heat of Reese’s perfect ass.
It took far less time than he expected before his orgasm obliterated him, sending shards of electricity through his entire body. He came with a roar, his vision dimming momentarily from the rush that rippled through him.
As soon as he could breathe again, he pulled out, helping Reese to turn around. Brantley dropped to his knees and sucked Reese’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese moaned, palming the top of Brantley’s head. “Yes. God, yes.”
Brantley took him right to the edge and then let Reese take over. He stared up at the man he loved as Reese fucked deep in his throat, loving the way Reese’s face went slack seconds before he came down Brantley’s throat.
***
Reese helped Brantley to his feet, thentugged his arm, leading the way to the bathroom. He needed to clean up, and he wanted to keep Brantley in this sex haze for a bit longer.
Once in the shower, he pulled Brantley under the warm spray, wrapping his arms around him and fusing their lips.
Minutes ticked by as the last of the tension faded from Brantley’s body. Reese only stopped kissing him for a few brief moments while they washed one another. By the time they were finished, they were both breathing easier, and the wild glint had faded from Brantley’s eyes.
“She can’t get away with this,” Brantley said when Reese passed him a towel.
“She won’t. The police will find them both. And Baz will keep JJ safe until they do.”
Brantley nodded, swiping the towel over his arms and legs.
Reese could tell he didn’t believe him. Why would he? The people responsible for kidnapping JJ and holding her hostage for hours were still out there. Considering their mental instability, there was a good chance they were wreaking havoc on someone else. Or maybe they were regrouping, preparing to come after Baz this time. Until they were caught, they were a definite threat. Everyone knew it, and they would all be vigilant going forward.
“Did I hurt you?” Brantley asked, his eyes glittering with concern.
“No.” Reese moved toward him. “Not even a little.”
“You sure?”
Reese nodded as he put his arms around Brantley, leaning into him. “You wanna know the truth?”
“Always.”
“I kinda like it when you’re rough.”
Brantley’s eyebrows bounced toward his hairline. “Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
