He did, rocking his hips to change the angle, allowing him to take more of Brantley.Reese grabbed Brantley’s ass, jerking him forward.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.Take me, Reese.Let me in.”
Then the world stopped spinning as Brantley’s mouth fused to his once more.Their tongues danced as Brantley fucked him, sliding in slowly, retreating.They remained like that for long minutes, the original discomfort morphing into exquisite ecstasy.
“You were made for me, Reese,” Brantley mumbled against his mouth.“Just for me.”
He believed that because nothing in his life had ever felt as perfect as this.As though every piece had clicked into place when Brantley Walker came into his life.
“Hold onto me,” Brantley instructed.
Reese slid his hands up Brantley’s back, holding him as Brantley began fucking him.Harder, deeper, faster.The couch groaned beneath their weight, but their cries of pleasure drowned out the sound as they chased that euphoria-driven release.
“Wait, Reese,” Brantley said through gritted teeth.“I want you to come in my mouth.”
Reese shook his head.“Can’t.Wait.”
He was close.Too close.
“Yes, you can.Oh, fuck … Reese!”
Brantley slammed his hips forward, his cock pulsing inside him.Reese fought the overwhelming need that surged into him.He gritted his teeth, the need overwhelming him.
“Your turn,” Brantley said, moving off him.
A second later, Reese’s cock was buried in Brantley’s throat, and he was coming with a cry so violent, he wondered if he would even have a voice left.
Oddly, he didn’t care.
