“Not a good mornin’?” Reese whispered, kissing Brantley’s shoulder.
“Not yet, but it’s certainly goin’ that direction.”
Chuckling, he continued his exploration with his tongue and lips, spurred by the soft rumbles coming from the sexy man tucked up against him. He paused only when Brantley leaned away, reaching for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand. Because he didn’t offer a condom, Reese took it to mean he wanted to be teased, so he urged Brantley onto his stomach.
“Spread your legs,” he mumbled, brushing his lips over Brantley’s shoulder.
His legs widened, allowing Reese to slide his fingers down the crack of his ass. He used only his fingers to fondle Brantley’s hole, working in deep, earning more grunts and groans.
“Do you like when I do this?” he asked, not sure what was prompting him to be quite so verbal.
“Fuck, yes,” Brantley groaned, his body rocking in an attempt to get him to go faster.
Things progressed from there. Hotter, so fucking hot as Reese impaled Brantley with three fingers, the man’s hips rocking, his cock trapped beneath him as he ground his hips into the mattress. Reese continued to kiss his neck and shoulders, letting Brantley’s guttural groans work him into a frenzy. Next thing Reese knew, he was mounting Brantley, gliding the head of his dick against the tight entrance to his ass.
“Brantley,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead against Brantley’s shoulder, resisting the urge to impale him. “I need to be inside you.”
Brantley shifted as though giving him permission.
Reese angled his cock, pushed his hips forward, breaching Brantley’s hole.
“Fuck…” He was so fucking hot. The feel of his body clamping down on him…
It was too much but not nearly enough.
“Fuck, yes,” Brantley groaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me, Reese.”
It felt … so fucking good. Better than good. Hell, better than anything he’d ever felt before. He sank in deeper. Slow. Easy. Working himself to the hilt before retreating. He tried to maintain the pace, wanting to savor the intensity that coursed through him from the blistering heat. The control he had on himself snapped as he drove into Brantley, fucking him harder, faster. Up on his knees now, Reese gripped Brantley’s hips, jerking him back as he watched his cock penetrate him.
It was then he realized why it felt obscenely better than the last time.
No condom.
“Oh, fuck,” he bit out, halting his movements, buried all the way inside Brantley. “No condom. Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. So fucking—”
Brantley’s hand slapped down on his thigh. “Fuck me, Reese. I trust you and you can goddamn well trust me. Fuck. Me.”
Because there was absolutely no question as to whether he trusted Brantley, Reese did as Brantley demanded. He fucked him. Hard. He lost complete control, loving the overwhelming heat that consumed him as he drove them both to heights Reese had only ever found with this man.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned seconds before he slammed into Brantley one final time, his cock erupting.
Brantley groaned, his back muscles tensing right before a shudder racked them both.
Reese collapsed on top of him, letting his spent cock slide out.
“Fuck. I’m not sure anything’s ever felt that good,” Reese muttered. “No. I take that back. I know nothin’s ever felt that good.”
Brantley rolled to his side, forcing Reese to move off him. Strong arms banded around him, holding him tight.
“Won’t disagree,” Brantley said, still breathing hard. “Never done that before.”
“What? Without a condom?”
Brantley nodded.
And fuck if that didn’t swell Reese’s head. Yeah, there was no doubt he loved this man, had fallen headfirst, but to know he’d been Brantley’s first for something … well, that made him feel like he could conquer the world.
An hour later, Reese joined Brantley at the barn only to find JJ had already arrived. She was sitting at her desk, a cup of coffee steaming at her side, eyes glued to the monitor. She didn’t look up, didn’t greet him as she usually did.
Casting a quick look at Brantley, he cocked an eyebrow.
“This is how I found her,” he said, not bothering to muffle his voice.
JJ didn’t seem to realize they were even there.
“I guess she’s not that interested in sausage biscuits, huh?”
That got her attention. Not only did she look up, JJ stood, glaring over as though she thought he might be joking.
Holding up the plate of biscuits and sausage, he nodded toward the kitchen. “I’ll just put ’em in there.”
Brantley’s laugh followed him as did JJ’s footsteps.
“You’re here early,” Reese said as JJ snagged a napkin and a sausage biscuit.
“Work,” she said around a mouthful.
“Did you sleep at all?”
JJ shrugged. “Hour. Maybe two. Had an energy drink, couple cups of coffee.”
Reese had to work to translate the words because she continued to bite and chew as though she hadn’t eaten in a month.
While she reached for another, Reese poured himself some coffee, added the requisite sugar and milk, then carried it and the pot toward his desk. He set his own cup down, refilled Brantley’s, and returned the pot to the warmer.
