Still leaning against him, Brantley managed to push Reese’s shorts down his hips, freeing his cock. He smiled when Reese gasped, the sound going straight to Brantley’s dick.
His mouth found Reese’s again as he batted Reese’s hand away. Brantley took over, stroking them both, their shafts rubbing as he worked them closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese hissed. “Keep it up, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s the plan.” He kissed him some more, licking at Reese’s mouth while he succumbed to the pleasure he got simply from being with this man.
Reese’s hips jerked, and he stumbled. He grabbed for the counter to hold himself up, and that, too, went right to Brantley’s head. He loved that he could knock him off-balance with a simple touch.
When Reese leaned back, using his arms to keep himself upright, Brantley stopped.
“Get on the counter,” he commanded, not stepping back.
Reese managed to hop onto the kitchen island, his legs dangling over the edge, his shorts sliding down further. Brantley didn’t hesitate, taking Reese’s cock in his mouth.
Reese’s groan echoed in the open space as he palmed Brantley’s head, urging him, using him.
“Oh, fuck … oh … fuck…” Reese’s hips bucked. “Oh, shit. Suck me. Yes. Fuck … yes.”
Brantley used his hand and his mouth in tandem, worshipping Reese’s cock until the man was gasping and hissing, his cock twitching against his lips. He was close.
He teased the head, aiming for the sensitive spot he knew would send Reese over.
Reese cried out, his hand tightening on Brantley’s head a second before he groaned, “I’m comin’, Brantley. Oh, fuck, I’m comin’.”
Brantley drank him down, taking his time to savor every drop before standing tall and taking a few steps back, bumping against the counter behind him. He stroked himself while Reese watched; those honey-gold eyes zeroed in on the jerk of his hand as he worked himself closer to climax.
Reese bit his lower lip, and that was all Brantley needed to reach the inevitable pinnacle. He came in his hand, grunting as the man he loved observed.
When he was spent, he remained where he was, gasping for air.
“What did I do to deserve that?” Reese asked.
“You breathed.”
Chuckling, Reese hopped down from the counter, yanking his shorts back up before retrieving Brantley’s towel.
Expecting Reese to toss it at him, he grinned when the man did the honor of cleaning him before their lips locked one more time.
“I love you,” Reese mumbled against his mouth.
“I love you, too.” Brantley smirked. “Nine days, and you’re mine forever.”
***
Reese pulled back and met Brantley’s gaze. “I’ve been yours since the day we met, Navy boy.”
“You have, haven’t you?” Brantley teased.
“Will you get dressed now?” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.
He did that a lot these days. More so over the past week, ever since they got their marriage license. For whatever reason, that had been a significant milestone in this journey Reese found himself on.
Of course, one week from this Saturday would be the ultimate milestone, and Reese wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t counting down along with Brantley. He’d already planned out how he would do it. Tomorrow, he would make Brantley pancakes and sausage patties. He would place the sausage on the pancakes and lay them out on the plate to form the number 8. The next day, he intended to hang Tesha’s leash on the wall in the shape of a 7. He hadn’t yet decided what to do for six, but when the time came, he would know.
“As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted,” Reese joked, moving toward the refrigerator. “Did you want bacon with your eggs?”
Brantley barked a laugh. “Sure. Bacon sounds about perfect right now.”
