There was more teasing before a single finger dipped inside him, pushing in slow and deep.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned, eyes closing, body relaxing as the pleasure took over. That single finger buried deep inside him made his cock throb eagerly.
He heard Reese inhale sharply as he began fingering him more firmly, his strokes becoming deeper, faster.
“Two fingers,” Brantley urged.
Another finger was added, and Brantley relaxed against the intrusion, letting the pleasure consume him.
“God, yes.” His hips began rocking, taking Reese’s fingers deeper, his lungs working overtime.
He had been riding this edge of anticipation for what felt like an eternity. In reality, it had only been weeks, but his body was eager to feel this man. His cock throbbed, hot and aching with the need that boiled in him. He knew it wouldn’t take much for Reese to send him over. Hell, even his fingers would do the trick, but he wanted to feel Reese buried deep inside him.
“Harder, Reese,” he growled. “Work me open. Stretch me for your cock.”
“Christ,” Reese mumbled. “Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll come before I’m inside you.”
A shiver raced down his spine, the same as it had earlier when Reese had blurted his desire to fuck him. He’d been shocked, not expecting they’d be going this far this quickly. Brantley had resigned himself to easing toward intercourse, figuring hand jobs and blow jobs would be on the menu for a while.
He grunted, rocking back against the intruding fingers, letting the pleasure wash away the unnecessary thoughts. It didn’t matter where he’d thought they would be. This was where they were and that was all he cared about.
Brantley reached between his legs, gripped his cock to keep the damn thing from getting antsy. His own touch took some of the edge off, but not enough. He wasn’t going to last long if Reese continued fingering his asshole. Every now and then he would brush his prostate, likely not even realizing what he was doing. If the man wasn’t careful, he was going to blow Brantley’s head off his shoulders.
“Reese…” Brantley grunted as he slammed back against the hand working him open. “Fuck me. I need you … to fuck me.”
A deep groan sounded, and the fingers disappeared, immediately replaced by the wide head of Reese’s cock. And the man’s cock was enormous, definitely in proportion to his body. When Brantley had first seen it, he’d imagined this moment, worried that the man would split him in half. He knew he wouldn’t, but he wasn’t naive enough to think it would be a cakewalk.
Forcing himself to relax, he stroked his cock, attempting to distract himself from the burning stretch as Reese pushed inside him.
“More,” he pleaded. “Give me all of you, Reese.”
Another grunt. “Don’t … wanna … hurt…”
Brantley took the opportunity to drive his hips back, forcing Reese’s cock in to the hilt.
The quick surge of pain blinded him momentarily, but it faded quickly. Probably helped that Reese’s hands were now gripping his hips as he retreated slowly.
“Fucking heaven,” Reese gritted out, pushing in again.
Shallow strokes of Reese’s cock washed away the initial pain, his cock stretching Brantley’s ass perfectly. His lungs were working overtime as he gave himself over to the man, accepting the pleasure Reese offered in return for the pleasure he gave.
Reaching back, Brantley gripped Reese’s thigh, held on firmly, silently encouraging him to continue.
“More?” Reese asked.
“Everything,” he confirmed. “Fuck. Me.”
And he did.
Brantley was transported to another plane when Reese began driving into him, fucking him hard and fast. Every time Reese’s hips slammed into him, Brantley’s cock drove into his own fist, the layering sensations sending him straight to the precipice.
Reese’s hands tightened on his hips, his fingertips digging in. It was necessary because those punishing thrusts were rocking them both, the bed shaking beneath their combined weight.
“Oh, fuck … Brantley … I’m gonna come. Fuck … I’m gonna come inside you.”
Yep. That fucking did it.
Brantley shouted as his release barreled through him. He came in his hand, his asshole clenching tightly around the cock lodged inside him. He felt a swell of pride when Reese shouted his name as he slammed his hips forward one final time. He could feel the thick intrusion pulsing inside him, a shiver racing down his spine.
And just like that, it was over. When Reese pulled out, Brantley fell to his side, his lungs still working double time. His attention darted to the man who was currently climbing out of his bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. For a brief moment, an unfamiliar emotion churned within him. Fear. Fear that Reese was going to regret what they’d just done, that they would never make it back from—
Reese returned, crawling up onto the bed and covering Brantley as though it was the only place he wanted to be. Soft, warm lips found his and Brantley kissed him back, willing him to feel his contentment.
