As though he sensed it, Brantley stopped, moving over him again, their mouths melding together briefly. Reese thought that Brantley would take him then, but the man seemed to have other plans, because he broke the kiss and crawled up Reese’s body until he was straddling his chest, those muscular legs pinning his arms to his sides.
“Suck me,” Brantley ordered. “Let me feel that fuckin’ mouth on me.”
Eager to give Brantley what he wanted, Reese opened his mouth around the thick head, licked the pre-cum from the tip before sucking him in deep. From there, Brantley took over, his hands gripping the headboard as he pumped his hips, fucking Reese’s face. His arms were trapped, so it was Brantley who controlled the pace, the depth of his cock in Reese’s throat. His eyes had adjusted enough to see Brantley above him, staring down, watching.
“Oh, yeah. God, you’re good at that,” Brantley hissed. “So fuckin’ good.”
While he continued to lick and lave Brantley’s cock, Reese was barely aware of the man moving, the sound of the lubricant being opened. He waited, not sure what was going to happen. Once again, he was surprised when Brantley eased out of his mouth, sitting on Reese’s chest.
“Lube me up,” Brantley instructed.
Dragging one arm out from under Brantley’s leg, he held out his hand so Brantley could fill it with the cool liquid. He then proceeded to stroke Brantley’s rigid cock, enjoying the way it pulsed against his palm. That and the sounds of Brantley’s groans had his body throbbing, his blood reaching a boiling point.
“Fuck me,” Reese pleaded, still stroking Brantley as he stared up that incredible body.
As was the case anytime they were together, the overwhelming intensity of his lust slammed into him, made him desperate. It was a feeling he’d never known before Brantley. Heat and light seemed to replace his insides, churning and boiling, his muscles tensing, his cock throbbing as the ache overtook him.
“I need… Fuck, Brantley, I need you inside me.”
A tormented groan escaped Brantley before the man moved once more, inching down Reese’s torso, then shifting between his thighs.
Brantley did all the work, shoving Reese’s legs wide, draping them over his arms, pushing his knees toward his chest as he began prodding his asshole with the head of his cock. Time for foreplay was over, the need too great to ignore any longer.
Helping him along, Reese reached down, guided Brantley where he wanted him, and breathed in deep when he pushed forward, impaling him in one intense thrust.
Reese grunted when Brantley folded him in half and retreated slowly, a wicked-slow glide out, then in. Out once more.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese moaned.
“You ready, baby?”
Fuck, he loved when Brantley called him that and he had no idea why.
“So fucking ready,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
That was exactly what Brantley did. He fucked him. Hard, deep. So fucking deep.
They maintained a leisurely pace with Brantley jerking his hips to fill Reese impossibly full on every downstroke. It wasn’t long before sweat broke out over his skin, his cock so hard it hurt.
Brantley held himself over him, those all-seeing eyes staring down. “Tell me, Reese.”
“More,” he bit out through clenched teeth, accepting the pleasure that coursed through him every time Brantley drove deep inside him. “Make me come.”
Brantley kneeled upright, his hands shifting to Reese’s knees as he held him there, using him as leverage as his hips once again surged forward and back. He began to slam into him. Faster, harder.
“Oh, fuck.” Reese was panting, his chest heaving as he gripped his cock, stroking in time with Brantley’s thrusts.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned. “You better come with me, Reese.”
Reese groaned, tightening his fist on his cock, jerking roughly. He was so damn close but it felt so fucking good. He didn’t want to come yet, he wanted it to last for—
“Oh, fuck!” Reese’s cock jerked in his fist as he came in a rush, his body shuddering from the near-painful blasts of ecstasy that rocketed through him.
Brantley groaned a second later, following him right over.Chapter ThreeThe next morning, Brantley found himself once again sitting at his desk in the barn, feeling antsy.
“What do we have that’s local? Or relatively close?” Brantley prompted, feeling the need to get up and move around.
He wasn’t sure how they could all sit there so serene, behind a desk, noses buried in their computer screens. It was the one thing Brantley never understood. He needed to be out and about. Give him a mission and he was on it, head in the game, no questions asked. Tell him to search something on the internet and he’d rather shoot himself in the foot.
“Take your pick,” JJ said, sitting up to peer at him over her computer monitor. “We got another box yesterday afternoon.”
“From where?”
She shrugged. “No idea. Haven’t had time to start goin’ through them.”
