“Don’t stop,” he pleaded, gripping Brantley’s head firmly as he guided him back down each time Brantley retreated. “Don’t ever stop.”
Brantley’s soft chuckle vibrated through his shaft and into his balls, making his breath catch.
His body coiled into a hot ball of sensation, but he fought the urge to come. He wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not until…
“I wanna be inside you,” he blurted, the words surprising him as much as they did Brantley.
Brantley lifted his head, remained there, watching him.
“Please tell me you want that, too,” Reese said, a sense of trepidation rolling through him. He hadn’t considered the logistics, wasn’t sure what Brantley had expected out of all this.
Brantley moved over him, a slow, leisurely crawl that rendered Reese motionless, desperate for a response.
But rather than speak, Brantley reached over, opened a drawer in the nightstand, retrieved condoms and lube. The sight of the latex and the little black squirt bottle made it all the more real for Reese, but he didn’t try to flee. His cock was throbbing with its own heartbeat, anticipation making him light-headed.
Then Brantley was sitting back on his ankles, his full attention on Reese’s cock again. Only this time, he didn’t use his mouth to torment, he teased with light grazes of his fingers while he ripped open the condom with his teeth.
Reese inhaled sharply when Brantley rolled the condom over him, his eyes blazing with hunger even as his smirk grew more mischievous.
When Brantley leaned forward again, it was to kiss him, and Reese welcomed the distraction. He felt trapped within his own body, not sure what was about to happen but somehow committed to the outcome.
Brantley’s fingers fumbled with his hand, opening his palm before depositing the bottle of lube in it, closing Reese’s fingers over it.
“Be generous,” Brantley growled. “And you’re gonna have to work for it.”
“How?” His voice was thin, a little shaky.
“Use your fingers.”
Reese nodded, then managed to sit up when Brantley moved off of him, repositioning so that his head was at the bottom of the bed. Instantly, Reese was on his knees behind him, staring at Brantley’s ass, his hands itching to touch but, at the same time, his palms sweating, his nerves rioting.
While he was nervous and more than a little anxious, he wasn’t going to fuck this up. The last thing he wanted was for Brantley to regret this. The guy’s trust in him was humbling, and it made Reese eager to give him the same pleasure he’d offered so easily.
Setting the lube on the comforter, Reese leaned forward, planting his hands on each side of Brantley’s back. He let his body cover him, his cock brushing against Brantley’s ass.
A soft inhale was how Brantley responded when Reese kissed his shoulder.
“I don’t wanna fuck this up,” he whispered, giving voice to his thoughts.
Brantley turned his head, peered back at him. “You can’t.”
“Oh, I can,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m sure it’ll be better for me than you.”
“Doubtful.” There was a sincerity in Brantley’s tone that surprised him. “I’ve wanted this since the day I met you.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me,” he replied, running his mouth over Brantley’s shoulders, kissing and licking while he took pleasure in grinding his cock against Brantley’s ass.
“That’s a given,” Brantley groaned, his elbows buckling, his chest dropping to the mattress. “But I want to feel you inside me just as much.”
Reese’s cock jerked at the thought, a reminder of what was about to happen.
His own desperate need intensified, spurring him to get on with it. He trailed his lips down Brantley’s spine, then sat back on his calves, fumbling around for the bottle of lube. He’d rarely had the pleasure of anal sex with any of the women he’d been with, but he wasn’t clueless as to how this worked.
He squirted a generous amount of lube in his palm, dragged two fingers through it, coating them thoroughly, and set forth to prepare them both.
Chapter Nineteen
Brantley was reeling, which was saying something.
He damn sure wasn’t a virgin, had both given and taken over the years. While he preferred to be the top, there was a unique pleasure in getting fucked. Especially by the right man. He got the feeling Reese was going to be the man who made him crave it.
Why he thought so, he didn’t know. However, he did know that this encounter … it was more than sex. He’d figured that out quickly, felt it in the connection they shared. It was the reason he’d succumbed to the idea so easily. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been fucked, didn’t really care when or by whom because it no longer mattered. No one else mattered. No one but Reese.
A hot hand landed on his lower back, sending his thoughts scattering. He felt Reese’s thumb slide down the crack of his ass, brushing against his hole briefly, teasingly. It disappeared, but the hand remained, firmly parting his ass cheeks. Brantley helped Reese along, widening his knees, bowing his back, his chest flat against the mattress, giving him the access he was requesting.
