Chapter 19
19
Taylor
I love topping Brenner. It’s probably my favorite thing in the world right now, rivaling that time I was hooked on Remnant .
But my head’s in a weird place as we continue playing air hockey, both of us fighting for the chance to claim the other’s ass. I really want to win, but fuck, I wanna lose too.
Brenner must realize his advantage because as we hit the puck back and forth, he says, “Thinking about how good it’s gonna feel when I stomp your ass?”
“We’re five–six,” I say, “so I just have to land one more and you’re finished.”
“We both know you don’t want to win, though,” he says with a distracting smirk as I block my goal and send the puck back to him.
“Trust me, you and Dax have already sold me on the idea.”
I’ve been curious what it’d feel like to bottom for Brenner…in no small part because of our threesome. The expressions on their faces. The way their eyes rolled back when it felt just right. Evidently, the prostate is a mind-blowing level waiting to be unlocked in me.
“You should have said something sooner,” Brenner says, his bangs bobbing against his forehead as he hits the puck back. “I didn’t want to push you before you were ready, but of course, I was selfishly enjoying everything I could too.”
“I would never want you to deprive yourself of anything you really wanted,” I say, blocking him again, then sending the puck back, bouncing it off the side of the wall.
Brenner’s sharper than usual—he’s not the carefree, no-shits-given guy I’m used to. This is a man who wants my fucking hole.
And for a guy who hadn’t really thought about that kind of stuff before, it’s hot as sin.
Brenner prevents me from entering his goal, though, and sends his own quick attack back, the puck landing in my goal.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Tied up. Whoever lands this one wins.”
“Don’t think I don’t notice you’re playing better than usual. Someone’s really after this hole.”
He wipes the back of his hand across his forehead, beading with sweat, evidence of just how badly he wants me.
“You have no idea,” he says.
I grin before serving the puck, pushing past the conflict between the part of me that loves to win and the part of me that desperately wants to explore this new thing with Bren. I want him to get it, but neither of us would be happy with an undeserved victory. Just not in our blood.
As he sends the puck back, he says, “Come on. Let me in. You know you’re gonna like it.”
“I know I will,” I say, sending the puck right back.
“All you have to do is slip up, and we both can have exactly what we want.”
I know what he’s trying to do—get inside my head, and if anyone has that power, it’s him. But two can play that game.
I say, “Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it when we’ve been messing around. What I’ll feel like, as a guy who’s never done anything back there.”
The puck clicks between us, our reflexes today better than they’ve ever been in our entire lives.
“Like I’ve saved it just for you,” I go on. “Just begging you to give me more, thinking how no one’s ever given me pleasure like that before.”
He flinches, and I take my opportunity, ricocheting the puck off the side, but he blocks again and says, “Right before I make my come face while ripping one loose in you.”
The image is so vivid—his expression locked up, his body stiff and tense as he fills me up the way I’ve filled him up so many times—that I’m frozen in place as the puck clicks off the back of my goal.
I’m expecting him to rub the victory in, the way he usually would, but we’re just standing on either side of the table, staring at each other.
All that talk we both intended to distract the other with has done so much more, and if he thinks we’re going to a gaming machine after this, he’s lost his damn mind.
Brenner smirks. “We should probably head back to our place now,” he says, echoing my thoughts.
For guys who can usually talk to each other about nothing nonstop, we’re sure awfully quiet on the trip back to our place.
Feels like it would have been better if I could have just dropped my pants right after and let Brenner have me on the air-hockey table.
But life’s never that fucking convenient, is it?
Brenner says, “I just want you to know, since you lost, I’ll be extra gentle.”
I laugh because I know that’s how he’d be anyway. “Oh, that’s thoughtful of you.”
“Obviously only until you tell me not to be gentle anymore.” He sneaks a glance at me, and I roll my eyes, though the anticipation of what we’re about to do is setting off sensations in my chest, swirls of nerves broadcasting to the rest of my body the news of what’s about to go down. It intensifies the closer we get to the apartment.
It’s not a long trip, but sure feels like it. And we haven’t even gotten in the door before he jumps me, shoving me against the wall, his lips locking against mine.
Taking what’s his.
All his tonight.
Despite how excited I am, there are some nerves too. But I know Brenner has the experience, that he’ll do what he needs to make sure it’s comfortable for me.
We’re a fumbling mess as we make our way to my bedroom. What would usually take a minute takes about five since neither of us can keep our greedy hands off each other.
When we get into my room, I pry him off me, pushing him back so he sits on my bed.
“Feisty tonight, aren’t you?” He rests his palms on the mattress behind him. “But just so you know, if you don’t feel up to it, we don’t have to do anything.”
“A bet’s a bet.”
His eyes narrow in that sexy way they do sometimes, and he wears a mischievous smirk, clearly reveling in his well-deserved victory.
I step back from him, and he glances me over, like he’s trying to make sense of what I’m up to, which I love because it’s amazing, given how well we know each other, that I can still surprise him.
I stand in place, waiting, until he asks, “What are you doing?”
“I’m your prize. So this means you get to tell me what you want me to do.”
His eyes flare with excitement, and my cheeks warm.
“You should have told me this is how it was going to go down before air hockey. I would have kicked your ass a lot faster.”
“Please. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you break a sweat for anything other than my hole.”
His smirk expands into a grin. “Well, I’d never lie and say that wasn’t the case.”
He leans back, studying me like he’s thinking real hard about how to take advantage of this moment.
“Okay,” he says. “Strip for me.”
This is how I know Brenner is the one to share this with.
He’s fun, playful.
He pulls me out of my comfort zone, but in the best way, like when we messed around with Dax.
I grab the hem of my shirt, but he raises his hand. “Hold up.” He hurries to the nightstand, fetching the lube and returning to the edge of the bed. “Got that out of the way so I can just fuck you once I’ve got you ready. Proceed.”
I can’t help chuckling at how serious he’s acting about me doing this stupid thing, but I pull my shirt off, and as soon as it’s over my head, he says, “Freeze. Right there.”
I obey, staying in the strange position as he pushes to his feet and approaches me.
His hands gravitate to my hips before probing around, his gaze taking in my body. “Mmmm,” he says. He kneels, and as his hands knead into my flesh, he kisses my abdomen, trailing his way down.
I keep in place, like a statue, and he licks under my navel, stirring a wild sensation within me that pulses back to my ass. Then he pushes back to his feet and takes my shirt the rest of the way off, discarding it behind him.
“Now lose the rest of it.”
I start to kick off my shoes, and Brenner says, “No. Make it sexy.”
“Sexy?”
“You know what I mean. Make. It. Sexy.”
It’s not a request. It’s an order.
And given that he won the game, I’m committed to doing whatever the fuck he wants. Not really just because he won, but because I know it’s more fun when I give in to Brenner.
I finish removing my shoes, slowing down my movements.
Brenner’s eyes are fixed on me, drinking me in as I unfasten my belt, slipping it off. I unbutton my pants and pull them down, exposing my thighs for him, then my shins before stepping out of them, so that now I’m just in boxers and socks.
I turn to face away from him, sliding my boxers down slowly. Bren releases that familiar low growl, and in it, I can feel his desire for me.
Fuck, why does it feel so good to be wanted by him?
It makes me less self-conscious as I lower my boxers, exposing my ass inch by inch, hoping to torture him so that he’s stiff as a rock when he takes me.
Reminds me of what we talked about earlier, how I’d never considered this side of myself—not only being attracted to a man, but wanting him inside me, needing him to shoot his load deep in my ass the way I need Brenner to do tonight.
As I keep lowering my boxers, I glance over my shoulder and notice him licking his lips, staring at my ass cheeks.
“Keep going,” he presses, and I hear the impatience in his tone.
I obey, and when my boxers are at my thighs, he cups my ass cheeks in his hands, burying his face against them. It stirs something within me, something deep and wild…this animal that just wants to be fucked by him.
Brenner kisses and bites at my ass cheeks, worshipping them with his mouth.
“I’m gonna take such good care of this ass, Taylor. When I’m through with it, you’re gonna know why I was the right person to open it up.”
“That’s what I want,” I confess, as though this isn’t even me, but just this deep hunger within me that I need him to sate.
He slides his hands up my boxers, curling his fingers into the sides and dragging them the rest of the way down my legs until they’re on the floor. He gives my ass cheek another kiss, then a lick, before rising to his feet behind me. He guides me forward, pushing me against the wall beside my mounted big-screen TV, and I feel his thick erection as he slides it between my ass cheeks, rubbing against me. His arms hook under my arms as he pulls close and kisses behind my ear.
Between the nerves he excites and my anticipation, a thrill surges through me, and I roll my head back, enjoying the sensations radiating through me.
“All this time,” he whispers, “you’ve been wondering what it’d feel like to have a man inside you. No. Me inside you.”
“Yes.”
He licks behind my ear as he strokes his cock against me some more, each stroke nagging at something in me that makes my ass feel fucking empty as long as he’s not in it.
“Please,” I beg. “I need it inside me.”
“I need it too. Fuck, I hate myself for leaving this hole untouched all this time. You deserve to know how good it can feel, Taylor. You deserve to know what it feels like when my shaft’s shoving up against your prostate; when it feels so good, you can’t stand it.”
My cock’s so fucking hard, and I feel it pulse when he reaches around and grips it. “That got you precoming, didn’t it?” He checks before snickering again. “Oh, there it is, Tay. Fuck, if this gets you going, just wait until I’m fucking you.”
“Stop teasing me. This is torture.”
“How did you think you were gonna survive if you’d won that air-hockey game?”
Really, he must know I would have probably given it to him either way.
He kisses me gently, in that tender way that’s become more familiar since we’ve gotten closer. In a way I know is reserved just for me.
“Keep this sexy ass right here,” he says. “This is where I want you. To start, I mean.”
As my cheeks warm again, a smile tugs at my lips.
When he pulls away from my body, it’s like he leaves me feeling empty inside, my nerves disappointed. I hear him pump some lube, and then he moves up behind me, wet fingers pushing between my ass cheeks, then rubbing against my hole. I close my eyes, appreciating the sensation, my body relaxing at his touch as he slides his fingers inside gently.
He kisses my shoulder, warm breath pushing against my flesh, making the back of my neck prick with sensation. “You ready to take me, Taylor?”
“Fuck me, Bren.”
He pumps some more lube, and then I feel his cock push up against my ass.
Damn, he’s hard tonight.
And I love knowing it’s for me.
Love knowing he’s about to satisfy this wild curiosity he’s elicited since all this started.
Just as I expected, Brenner is slow and patient. Doesn’t rush anything.
I feel the pressure as the head pushes in, the stimulation as he inches into me.
“ Fuuuck, ” drags out of my mouth.
“That feel good?”
“You have no idea.”
“You don’t really either…yet,” he assures me, and it’s hard to understand what he means when the pressure is hitting just right, but then he pushes farther in and…
“Holy hell.”
He chuckles. “Right?” He leans close, wrapping his arms around my torso, whispering in my ear, “Taylor, meet your prostate.”
My head rears back, like it’s beyond my control as bursts of energy surge through my nerves, making me arch my back, forcing more of him into me. A wave of heat moves through me, mixing with the nerves swirling with excitement. I can barely see straight, like my body is too focused on what he’s doing to me to take in my surroundings, so I close my eyes, simply absorbing the pleasure he’s giving me as he continues guiding his way into me until I feel his hips press against my ass.
His lips return to my neck, kissing and nibbling, stimulating me with his tongue as his cock hits against that sweet spot, making me feel as though every centimeter of my flesh has come to life.
“You’re taking me so well, Taylor. I’m impressed.”
He steadily pulls out and then pushes back in, taking me even higher as my body vibrates with pleasure. I moan, making sounds I’ve never made before, and when I turn back and his gaze meets mine, I see the determination in his expression before he leans forward and takes my mouth.
He keeps fucking me, and even as I call out, his mouth is relentless with kisses.
I can feel how much easier it is for him to thrust now that he’s primed me for that cock, his strokes becoming broader and more forceful in a way that feels so fucking good, I can feel my cock getting wet as more and more precum pushes right out of me.
“Fuck, Taylor, you could make me shoot up in you like this. But you wanna see my face as I’m coming for you, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and he slips out of me and guides me to the bed. I lie back, and he pushes into me. I love that he’s looking down at me while he fucks me because I can see the desire in his eyes. How he’s fucking wild about having me like this.
Just seeing the hunger in his eyes makes it even more arousing as he fucks me, which explains why so many people have wanted that cock before me.
My body’s a fit of sensation as he hooks his arms around my thighs and gives me a good pounding, drilling against that spot.
“Finally getting what all the buzz is about, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah. Give it to me, Brenner.”
He’s a fucking machine with my hole in a way only a sex god like him could give me.
He’s got me so worked up, my body trembling, precum dripping into my navel.
As I lose myself in the bliss, he grabs my wrists. He pulls them out to my sides and keeps fucking me hard.
“Fuck, Taylor, you keep making that face, and I’m gonna shoot inside you.”
His words hit something within me, some psychological prostate that gets me so aroused so fast, I can’t help moaning. “Brenner, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” I warn.
“Give it to me,” he says, not letting up his pace, hitting me just right to the point where it feels so intensely good, I wonder if I could die from feeling too good.
“I don’t want to come until you come inside me.”
“I can go anytime right now. Just say the word.”
“The word.”
Brenner picks up his pace even more, panting, striking that spot, and I force myself to keep my eyes open to see his face twist up, locking in that familiar way as his body jerks about.
There’s something so satisfying about knowing he’s emptying inside me, and it allows me to let loose. A burst of pressure releases, and I’m practically screaming as my climax tears through me, warm rushes streaking across my abs.
As we moan together, he glances down at my mess. “Christ, you weren’t kidding about being close.”
He continues pushing into me, shoving his cum back farther for a few lingering moments before crushing his weight down against me.
He’s still got my wrists pinned down, so I say, “Trying to keep me as some kind of sex prisoner?”
“I mean, if you want me to let you go…”
“Don’t you dare.”
He grins, clearly satisfied with this power he has over me, then takes my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently before pulling back. “Guess that’ll teach you to lose to me more often.”
“Eh, I think I just tricked you into making me win.”
He laughs. “Oh, I think we both won tonight.”
Can’t say he’s wrong there.