“But I do,” he countered. “I know enough for the both of us.”
Unable to resist, Brantley drew Reese in, his lips hovering over Reese’s mouth. They stood like that, breaths coming in deep pants, neither taking that final step. There was a warmth churning in his chest, a strange quiver in his stomach. His entire body was hard, so fucking hard.
Goddamn. Brantley wanted this man with every ounce of his being. The pain in his chest had lessened, replaced by a glimmer of hope.
“Brantley…”
Unable to resist, Brantley leaned in, meeting Reese’s lips, brushing them softly with his own. He didn’t inhale him the way he wanted, but rather kissed him as though the world might end tomorrow. Long, deep, slow. And Reese kissed him back. For a man who claimed he didn’t know how to be with him, he sure knew how to be vulnerable to him.
Warm hands curled around his sides, sliding slowly up, down. No rush.
Reese’s touch was all he needed. It was more than he’d ever expected. And while he was terrified that this would ultimately end badly, Brantley had never lived his life running from what scared him. He was the one who did the recon, led the charge. He had no doubts Reese wanted him, loved him, even. It was because of that, he knew he could get them where they needed to go. Together.
“I need you,” Reese whispered.
Those words had Brantley jerking Reese to him, crushing their mouths together as hands began to roam. The need to get as close to him as possible was so intense it threatened to steal the air from his lungs.
He wasn’t sure how it happened, but they managed to fumble their way to his bedroom. But rather than let Reese take control, Brantley maintained a firm grip on the reins. He took Reese down to the mattress, crawling over him, covering him with his body. He was aware of Reese’s wet clothes, but the heat from his skin made the chill bearable.
Their tongues danced and dueled while they managed to get rid of the clothes keeping them apart.
Brantley produced a condom, lube, kept them close at hand while their bodies continued to grind in the most exquisite places.
“Let me have you, Reese,” Brantley whispered.
He felt Reese tense beneath him, but neither of them moved. Brantley wouldn’t push the issue, but he wasn’t going to back down easily, either. Not anymore.
“Let me have you,” he repeated. “Let me love you, Reese.”
A strangled moan escaped the man beneath him as strong arms banded around his back, holding him tightly.
“Yes,” Reese mumbled. “Love me.”
Brantley’s cock throbbed. The aching need to slide inside the man was so strong, it robbed him of air. But he knew this wasn’t going to be quick. No way he would take Reese without working him damn close to the edge first.
He managed to work himself out of Reese’s hold, sliding down his body, letting his lips and tongue trail over his warm skin, pausing to kiss his shoulder, to nip his bicep, back to his chest, lower. He teased Reese’s nipples with his teeth, loving the way Reese reared up to meet him, begging for more. There was an urgency to Reese’s movements, a similar one building inside Brantley, but he ignored both, taking his time. He gave Reese what he asked for, licking, sucking, working his way lower. When he took his cock in his mouth, Reese’s hips shot up off the bed. Brantley solved the problem, easing him back down, then curling his arms beneath Reese’s knees, holding his thighs in place, making him vulnerable in every way.
He worked him for long minutes, sucking, laving, inching lower. He took Reese’s heavy sac into his mouth, sucking his balls, listening to the tortured groans, feeling the thrash of Reese’s big body. And when he licked over Reese’s taint, that enormous body went stone still. Brantley didn’t stop. He shouldered Reese’s knees toward his chest, bending him in half, then used his hands to hold him in place before he dragged his tongue over his anus.
“Oh, fuck,” Reese hissed.
Yeah, he was just getting started.
Brantley rimmed him first, exciting the nerve endings before he stabbed his tongue deep. Reese cried out, pulling his knees closer to his chest. Brantley took that as encouragement, parting Reese’s ass cheeks and working him over until Reese was warning him he would come.
He forced himself to pull back, to sit on his haunches, fumbling for the condom, finding the lubricant.
Kneeling at Reese’s side, Brantley was shocked when Reese propped himself up and leaned over to take Brantley’s cock in his mouth. While the man’s skilled mouth did glorious things to him, Brantley slicked two fingers and worked them into Reese’s ass. Slowly, gently. He let Reese set the pace, gauging by the moans, the subtle vibrations that shot through his cock thanks to the blessed heat of Reese’s mouth still wrapped firmly around him.
