“Fuck my hand,” Brantley commanded, his voice raspy with desire.“Now, Reese.”
His body had a mind of its own, his hips lifting as he began thrusting into Brantley’s fist.It wasn’t enough, but he chased the pleasure because it felt so damn good.
But as quickly as it came, it disappeared when Brantley released him, jumping to his feet.The next thing Reese knew, Brantley was manhandling him, yanking his boots off, then his socks, jeans, boxer briefs.He helped by discarding his shirt, crying out in surprise when Brantley deep-throated his cock without warning.
“Oh, fuck … oh, fuck.Brantley … don’t … not yet.”
He tried to fight the man bringing him to the brink of orgasm, but it was no use.Brantley was on a mission, clearly intent on sending Reese into hyperspace with his exquisite mouth.
His cock jerked and he was seconds from detonating when Brantley released him.Rough hands grabbed behind his knees, shoving his legs toward his chest.Reese had mere seconds to brace for what was coming, but it didn’t matter.Brantley tongue-fucked his hole with brutal accuracy, driving him to the brink once again.
“Fuck me, Brantley,” he pleaded, jerking his cock in time with the rhythmic thrust of Brantley’s tongue.“Oh, fuck … yes!”
He came with a roar, sensation assaulting every nerve ending.
When he came back to himself a few minutes later, Brantley had stripped his clothes off and was crawling onto the bed with him.
The ferocity was still glowing hot on Brantley’s face as he straddled Reese’s chest.“My turn.”
Yes, it most definitely was.
Reese stared up at Brantley’s thick, heavy cock, admiring the way he stroked himself, firmly, almost roughly.
He opened his mouth, eager to taste him, desperate to give him the same pleasure.But most importantly, eager to surrender, to let Brantley use him.He couldn’t explain why he loved that so much, but he did.
“Wider,” Brantley growled, the thick head pressing against Reese’s bottom lip.
He relaxed his jaw, opening as wide as he could.Watching Brantley’s face, he saw the relief that passed over his features when he began thrusting into his mouth.
“God, yes.I love that fuckin’ mouth.”
Brantley planted both hands on the bed and began fucking Reese’s face.Slow and deep.
It took effort and focus to breathe through his nose, but Reese managed.He let Brantley use him for long minutes.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned.“Oh … fuck … Reese … baby.”
Reese lifted his head, meeting Brantley’s thrust and was rewarded by the pulse against tongue, the spray against the back of his throat.He swallowed, taking everything Brantley had to give him.
When Brantley flopped down on him, Reese wrapped his arms around him.Words weren’t necessary as they both dragged air into overtaxed lungs.He knew without a doubt that Brantley had forgiven him for not sharing the information when he should have.That was the way Brantley worked.He got it out of his system, and then they moved on.
“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Brantley’s shoulder.“So much.”
“I love you, too.”Brantley lifted his head.“But don’t hold out on me again.”
Reese met his gaze and willed him to see his sincerity as he said, “Never.Promise.”
Brantley smirked.“How about that movie now?”
Reese agreed, knowing that there would be a round two before the night was over.And he looked forward to it as much as Brantley looked forward to watching Jason Statham kick bad-guy ass.
Chapter Twenty
Thursday, September 29, 2022
“Mornin’.”
Nope.Not morning.Had to be a joke.
