“Watch. Me.”
Reese’s eyes shot open, focusing on Brantley as his lips parted and wrapped Reese’s cock in delectable warmth.
“Fuck.” His arms slid down so he could cup Brantley’s head, loving the bristle of his short hair against his palms.
As seconds turned to minutes, Reese endured the exquisite torture of being sucked and licked; all the while, he stared down at the sexy SEAL. He was in awe of the picture he painted. So fucking handsome, so damn cocky. Those were traits Reese was definitely attracted to, but it was Brantley’s ability to own him that did him in.
Feeling emboldened by the eyes imploring him, the mouth working him to the point of distraction, Reese tightened his grip on Brantley’s head, pulling him in as he pushed his hips forward.
The deep rumble that came from Brantley spurred him on.
“Let me fuck your face,” Reese groaned. “Fuck … your mouth … feels so damn good.”
More rumbles sent vibrations through his shaft. His balls drew up tight to his body. He was close, so damn close.
Brantley’s hands fell from where they’d been clinging to his thighs and Reese was given free rein to drive his hips forward. He took what Brantley offered, fucking his mouth, taking all the pleasure the man was so willing to give him. He still didn’t understand this overwhelming need he felt, but he wasn’t questioning it, either.
“Brantley … goddamn … I’m gonna come.”
The rumble that came next sounded a hell of a lot like encouragement. It was enough to send him over. Reese drove his cock into Brantley’s mouth one final time, his body twitching and jerking as he came. His breaths slammed out of him, and by the time he was drained, he was boneless, the wall at his back and the man getting to his feet the only reasons he was still standing.
“Christ…” he said on a choppy exhale.
Brantley’s eyes glittered and that devilish smirk sent another shudder through Reese.
But before Brantley could turn away, Reese did something he hadn’t yet done. He reached for him, pulling him in and crushing his lips to Brantley’s. As he expected, Brantley held back until Reese nipped his lower lip.
“Kiss me,” he commanded. “Damn it, Brantley.”
He wasn’t sure if it was the demand in his tone or Brantley’s desire to do so, but Brantley’s mouth slammed over his, their tongues colliding. He could taste himself on Brantley’s tongue, knew that was the reason the man had been holding back. Although he appreciated Brantley’s efforts to be concerned for him, to worry that they were moving into territory he wasn’t quite ready for, Reese was learning that there wasn’t much—if anything—Brantley could do that would turn him off.
When their struggle slowed, their lips brushing rather than melding, Reese cupped Brantley’s face, pulled back so he could look into the man’s eyes. “I’m all in,” Reese whispered, needing to remind him of the pledge he’d made before. “Don’t hold back from me.”
Brantley smirked, surprising Reese.
At least until those big hands cupped his ass, tugged his cheeks apart. “Not yet, you’re not.” Brantley released him. “But you will be. One day.”
Yeah. One day. It was inevitable, even if he could admit he wasn’t ready for it yet. Didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it, dreaming about Brantley sliding deep inside him, making love to him in a way no one had ever done before.
When Brantley turned away from him, Reese snagged the soap from the shelf. When his hands were slippery, he reached around Brantley, pulled him back against him, chest to back as he reached around Brantley’s hip, his fingers circling his cock.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Fuck, yes,” Brantley moaned, relaxing against him as Reese began stroking his heavy cock. “Don’t stop doin’ that.”
No, Reese hadn’t experimented with all the ways he knew he could pleasure Brantley, but this was becoming second nature. He’d gotten familiar with Brantley’s rigid cock gliding in his palm. Velvet over steel, thick and long. While he couldn’t see his hand moving over Brantley, he didn’t need to; the sensation was more than enough to guide him.
Brantley lifted his arm, reaching around and cupping the back of Reese’s neck, holding on while his hips pumped. Reese groaned as Brantley fucked his hand. Every now and again, Reese would tease the head with his thumb, ragged moans escaping Brantley.
“I’m gonna come,” Brantley warned.
Reese wrapped his free arm around him, holding him tightly as he jerked him faster, harder. The guttural groan that came out of the man was damn near enough to have Reese coming again.
Holding firm when Brantley’s legs weakened, Reese chuckled. Only then did he realize the water had cooled significantly.
“Think I’m gonna have to invest in a bigger water heater,” Brantley said, turning to face him.
Reese grinned, feeling complete for the first time in days. “Probably not a bad idea.”
