For the first time, Reese wasn’t coiled tight. His body was relaxed, as though he was getting used to being with him. It was an aphrodisiac. Knowing that he would be Reese’s first. It was a high like no other.
And while Reese might’ve thought it was all about him in that moment, Brantley was being selfish in his own right. He’d been waiting for this moment since the first time he laid eyes on the man.
And he damn sure didn’t intend to rush.
***
Heat.
So much fucking heat.
It blasted him from all angles, coursing through his veins, tickling his scalp, awakening every nerve ending in his entire body.
Reese fought to breathe through the onslaught, his brain managing the remedial functions of his body while Brantley assaulted him with sensations he’d never felt before. The whiskered jaw that abraded his skin, the warm lips that teased his flesh, the greedy teeth that nipped at him … he was aware of every touch, every lick, every bite.
And he wanted more.
But he also wanted to participate. It was a turning point, one he knew he would not be coming back from. This road was untraveled, but he suspected it would see a lot of traffic in the coming days. He wasn’t sure he would’ve trusted anyone else—man or woman—to take care of him like this, to ease him into a sea of chaos.
Unable to stop himself, he reached for Brantley, sliding his fingers into his short hair. It was softer than he expected, the shaved sides brushing his palms, igniting new sensations. Brantley’s lips moved over him, his tongue snaking out to tease one of his nipples again. He grunted as flames licked at him, threatened to engulf the room.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled when Brantley bit him lightly, then licked away the sting.
No one had ever done that before. The women he’d been with … it was rare they would pay attention to his nipples, but he found the pleasure was intense.
“More,” he urged, cupping the back of Brantley’s head, guiding him back to where he wanted him.
Brantley laved and sucked, nipped and teased, and Reese was intimately aware of everything from the deep, rough groans to the scrape of calloused palms over his hypersensitive flesh to the scent that was uniquely Brantley, both intoxicating and soothing.
Thrusting his chest forward, he tried to get to the mouth that was tormenting him in the best possible ways.
“You like that?”
“So fucking much,” he growled.
Brantley shifted his attention to Reese’s other nipple again, nipped firmly, sucked deeply.
Pleasure blazed through his veins, made his cock throb, eager for attention.
Then those lips were trailing downward, Brantley’s tongue licking along his abdomen once more, dipping into his navel, making Reese’s hips lurch off the bed in an attempt to get the man where he needed him. But Brantley simply tongued him more, the scruff on his chin brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, making him see stars.
“Fuck … Brantley … Christ.”
He felt Brantley’s smile against his skin as he moved lower, his entire body repositioning toward the end of the bed.
When warm breath fanned his cock, Reese lifted his head, watched raptly as Brantley met his gaze before his tongue made one long sweep along his shaft.
Reese’s hands fisted in the comforter, gripping firmly as though it would keep him in him place. As it was, there was a powerful tension coiling within him, threatening to snap. When it did, he got the feeling he was going to shatter in a billion pieces.
“Mmm,” Brantley moaned, his tongue curling around Reese’s cock. His head turned and he used his lips to glide down the rigid length.
Reese couldn’t look away. The sight of this man licking his cock kept him rooted in place, the pleasure of his lips secondary to the erotic vision it made. It reminded him of the scene he’d stumbled on when he’d found Ethan and Beau getting down and dirty at the mechanic shop. At the time, that had been a sight he’d been sure he wasn’t meant to enjoy, but this… Fucking hell. Reese was never going to forget this moment.
“Suck me,” he urged, reaching forward and palming Brantley’s head. “Let me feel your mouth on me.”
Those blue-gray eyes darkened, as though Reese’s words were an aphrodisiac, spurring him forward.
Brantley opened his mouth, his eyes locked with Reese’s. His tongue came out to swipe over the head briefly before he leaned down, closing his lips over him.
“Son of a bitch,” he groaned, his back arching. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
His head slammed into the pillow, eyes closing as a tumultuous storm erupted. His breaths were sawing, his heart rate reaching dangerously high levels.
That sweet fucking mouth glided down, taking his cock deep, all the way to the root. Reese was groaning in earnest now, unable to stop himself. It felt so good … amazing … so fucking amazing.
