“Wait for who to call?”Reese asked.
The phone clattered when it hit the nightstand.
“Does it matter?”
Reese chuckled.No, it didn’t.Not at the moment.
He stroked with both hands.
“You’re just rackin’ up all the payback points, aren’t you, Tavoularis?”
“Figured you needed some motivation this mornin’.”
“So your mouth found its way to my dick to incentivize me?”
Reese chuckled, then resumed the blowjob, enjoying the way Brantley’s grunts and moans grew louder.
“You know how much I wanna come down your throat right now?”
Reese moaned, urging him to do exactly that.
“If I do, I’m still fuckin’ you in the shower after our run.”
Reese peered up at him, met Brantley’s gaze, hoping he could see the anticipation those words gave him.
“You want that?You want me to bend you over in the shower and ram my dick deep inside you?”
Fuck.His cock thickened, pulsing.
“I need to feel you,” Brantley continued, bowing his back as Reese took him deep in his throat.“Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
Seeing all those rock-hard muscles flex and bunch as Brantley’s body arched and writhed was all he needed to continue.He loved watching this man, no matter what he was doing.But seeing him come undone was his favorite.
“Ah, Reese …fuck… don’t make me come yet.I need to be deep inside you, baby.”
Yeah, he kinda needed that, too.
Unable to wait, Reese pulled off Brantley’s cock and crawled up his body, draping himself over him.
“Now,” Reese insisted, reaching for the lube bottle sitting on the nightstand.“Fuck me now.”
Brantley’s smirk was laced with mischief.“I think I wanna wait until after the run.”
“Fuck you,” Reese said without heat, straddling Brantley’s thighs as he poured lube into his hand and slathered Brantley’s dick with it.
Laughing, Brantley tucked both hands under his head, groaning as he pumped his hips.“I love it when you’re hot for me.”
Which was all the damn time, but Reese was able to hide his arousal better than Brantley.Then again, he happened to like that his husband made a point to let him know how much he wanted him.
“Ah, yeah,” Brantley moaned as he fucked Reese’s fist.“Keep doin’ that.”
If he didn’t know better, Reese would think Brantley was about to come and leave him aching.
“Fuck me, Brantley,” he pleaded, although he didn’t let up, stroking Brantley’s cock firmly.
“How do you want it?”
He didn’t bother telling Brantley he would take whatever he wanted to give him.He knew better.Brantley wanted to know.He was a generous lover.
