Page 19 of To Have and To Hold
He smiled into the darkness. “No. Those rings’ll be right where they’re meant to be in eight days. Of that, I’m certain.”
Reese’s leg shifted between Brantley’s as he moved closer.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re tryin’ to get fresh with me, Tavoularis.”
“I just wanna fuck you, that’s all.”
Another laugh rumbled in his chest. Reese knew exactly what to do to distract him.
“I think I created a monster,” Brantley whispered when Reese nipped his chin. “Do with me what you will.”
Reese groaned softly as he moved over him, settling between his legs, their cocks growing hard between them. Reese kissed his way down Brantley’s chest, stopping when he reached his belly button. He sat up, sliding his hands over Brantley’s chest, their gazes meeting in the dim light. Reese’s fingertips trailed over the contours of his abs, gliding lower. Brantley moaned when Reese circled his cock, lightly caressing. Teasing. Tempting.
While Reese played, Brantley reached for the lube on the nightstand. He took the reins, pouring a generous amount in his hand before sitting up so he could prepare Reese’s cock.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Reese mumbled, his arms stretched behind him as he arched his back and held himself upright while Brantley stroked him.
He took his time, not wanting to push Reese over the edge but desperate to give him as much pleasure as he could.
***
Reese never wanted Brantley to stop. Hewas stroking him so perfectly.Tooperfectly.
“Turn over,” Reese growled softly, pumping his hips to steal as much ecstasy as possible, even as he feared Brantley was going to make him come.
When Brantley released his cock, Reese shifted back, allowing Brantley to turn over. He did, remaining on his knees, spreading them wide as he leaned forward, pressing his forearms on the bed, and resting his head on them.
Reese dragged his hand over the hard muscles of Brantley’s back as he got into position behind him. He slid his thumb down the crack of Brantley’s ass, teasing his hole briefly before inching lower, caressing Brantley’s balls, stroking his cock. Softly, gently.
“Damn, baby,” Brantley whimpered.
Reese played for a moment longer before scooting forward so he could align his cock and guide himself home.
In the dim light, he could see the way the muscles in Brantley’s back shifted so beautifully as he tensed when Reese pushed inside him. He relaxed with every breath, allowing Reese to slide in deeper and deeper.
This was heaven. This was the exact place Reese had never known he wanted to be until this man came along. He’d never been with a man before Brantley and wasn’t sure he ever would’ve been. But from the moment he met him, Reese had felt a connection. Not merely an attraction that had seemed foreign and out of place at the time—although that had happened, too—but something deeper. As though he’d found the person his soul was meant to be tethered to for eternity. From that moment forward, he’d fallen headlong for him and with every day that passed, he loved him more, wanted him more.
Reese gripped Brantley’s hips as he began to rock in and out of him, sliding as deep as he could before retreating. He went slow, taking them both to that inevitable peak where there was only exquisite friction accompanied by mind-numbing ecstasy.
“Brantley…”
Brantley turned his head. “Come for me, Reese,” he whispered into the darkness. “Let me feel you come.”
Reese grunted, desperate to hold on for a bit longer. It felt so damn good. Brantley’s body gripped him like a velvet glove, stroking him with a pleasure so intense, it was a wonder he ever survived it.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled, letting it consume him as he fucked Brantley deeper. Every muscle in his body drew taut as he was overwhelmed by a potent combination of love and lust.
He was so caught up in the moment he didn’t realize Brantley was rocking back against him, fucking himself on Reese’s cock while, at the same time, he was stroking himself. His groans echoed in the space, growing louder and louder until Brantley cried out his name.
That was all it took. Reese detonated, his hips slamming forward as he came in a blinding rush. He rode out the waves that crashed through him, his cock pulsing.
When he exhaled his completion, Brantley shifted to his side, toppling Reese. They lay there like that for the longest time, Reese’s arm draped over him, his chest pressed to Brantley’s back.
“I love you,” Brantley whispered. “More than I ever thought possible.”
He kissed Brantley’s shoulder. “I love you, too.”
A few moments passed before Brantley said, “Enough to make me breakfast?”
