Chapter 24 #2
Coming back over to me, he pulled the foil wrapper out from between his teeth and tossed it with the other supplies.
“You okay?” he asked.
“You keep doing shit like that and you’re going to make me come before you even touch me.”
Brandon blinked twice and then laughed.
My body grew hot as he slowly lowered himself onto my lap, straddling me.
Both of his hands trailed down my chest, teasing the buttons that held my shirt closed.
It was such a small gesture, one that shouldn’t be turning me on this badly, but with Brandon in control of all of this and me along for the ride, I couldn’t help the small moan that was pulled from my throat.
“I love that sound,” he mumbled, tugging one of the buttons free.
“I love your hands on me,” I countered back.
“Good thing I can’t stop touching you.”
I swallowed at the admission, so similar to my own.
There was always a bit of an obsession between us, a mutual feeling that we’d pretended was nothing more than the tight bonds of friendship.
Looking back on it now, it was wild to believe that I was so naive to pretend that even something as simple as an arm graze wasn’t able to send a shock of pleasure racing through my system.
How I hadn’t seen it until twenty years later, I’d never know.
But at least I had time to make up for all of it
Upon getting the final button undone, Brandon slid my shirt off of my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor where the rest of his pile was.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
I didn’t need to think twice about my response. “Of course I do.”
Both of his hands pressed down against my pecs, nudging me back until I was flat against the mattress. He scooted back in my lap until he was truly straddling me, his ass lined up with my crotch that he slowly lowered himself down on top of.
I moaned instantly, the friction and the pressure feeling fucking phenomenal. I’d been so damn starved since leaving him to go to the city, our phone call only holding me over until this very moment.
Brandon rocked against me a few times, sending more spikes of bliss rushing through my bloodstream. “I know you’re going to feel so good,” he murmured. “I can’t wait.”
I’d do anything to please him—to pleasure him. Whatever he asked, it was his.
I held back a whine when he lifted himself off of me and stood, the tent in his pants prominent. He made quick work of my fly and helped me slide my pants down my legs and over my feet, tossing them to the side as well.
My cock was so swollen that it looked and felt painful. I was tempted to reach out and touch it to relieve some of the pressure but was beaten to it by Brandon doing it for me instead.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “You think I’m pretty...”
“You are,” I shot back, not caring at all how fucking delirious I was probably sounding.
Sure, it wasn’t like I’d had my fair share of experiences with other cocks, but his was perfect.
It was shaped nicely, was thick but not too much to hurt if it slipped inside something, and was long enough to impress but not enough to be concerning for the other party having to figure out where the fuck something like that was going to go.
Brandon simply laughed and shook his head, stroking his hand up the length of my cock and squeezing just below the head.
He let go of me for a second to strip himself and toss his pants, leaning over the side of the bed to grab the bottle of lube and draw it closer.
“You tell me if things get overwhelming, okay, Avery?”
I nodded, my eyes already threatening to slide shut.
“Maybe we should have a safe word...” he mumbled, wrapping his hand around my dick again.
“I’m good, Bran. I trust you.” I arched my body, needing more so badly. “I’m okay.”
In fact, I was more than okay. This was the best sex I’d ever had and we hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet.
Brandon snapped the cap of the bottle up, settling himself down onto the floor in between my legs, and squeezed some of the liquid—lube, now that I thought about it—onto his fingers to wet them. I watched, fascinated as he rubbed the digits together, wondering where the hell that was going to go.
Around me, I guess?
I didn’t get an answer, only the fucking fantastic sensation of Brandon tilting my cock back and wrapping his mouth around it.
“Oh, fuck.”
I slammed my eyes shut instantly.
Obviously, he was way more experienced than me in this department, but it still impressed me nonetheless. He bobbed up and down my cock, taking me in deeper each time he swallowed until I had no idea how the fuck he wasn’t suffocating.
He moaned around me, keeping a tight grip around my base as he moved.
His tongue flicked along the underside, teasing me in a way that was both infuriating and tantalizing—both of which I couldn’t decide which one was winning. He was taunting me with each pass of his tongue over my leaking head, languid in the way he drew me back down his throat and held me there.
Oh my God.
Fuck.
I could die like this.
My balls were drawn up tight with how badly I needed to come, and only through sheer willpower was I forcing myself not to.
Exploding in his mouth like I did last time was an option—a very sexy one that I wouldn’t at all mind a repeat of—however I wanted all of this.
I wanted to see where he was going to take us by the end of the night.
Brandon’s mouth popped off of my dick with a wet sound, his hand stroking my throbbing hardness in quick bursts that had my hips snapping up to meet his hand.
“Good?”
“So fucking good,” I slurred.
He squeezed me. “Good.”
Working my eyes back open, I lifted myself up onto my elbows to watch him. He had his face close to the base of me where he was sliding his tongue up halfway, not quite getting where I wanted him to.
I quickly realized his arm was twisted around behind him, and he was moving it slowly, completely capturing my attention.
He was prepping himself.
My throat tightened at the promise of him leisurely sinking himself down onto my cock bit by bit until he seated himself fully. Of getting me shoved so deep inside of him that it had him gasping for breath, begging for mercy.
Oh, I wanted that so fucking much.
When Brandon finally pulled back from me, I was panting from the effort not to give in to the screaming desire of coming. He lifted himself off of the floor, his arm coming back around to his front and his fingers slightly glossy.
Brandon crawled on top of me again. “It’s going to be a tight fit.”
There was a second delay before my brain caught up with what he was referring to.
“We don’t have to—” I was starting to say, cutting off quickly with him shaking his head.
“I want to. I just need a bit more prep or else I’m going to probably be making some unpleasant faces.”
All right, maybe I was being a bit of a prick to be proud that he really thought that highly of my cock, enough that he was worried it’d rip him in half or something—which was ridiculous because I wasn’t that big.
And... okay, maybe I was also a prick for wanting to ask him if it was the biggest he’d ever had.
Which didn’t matter. Obviously.
All that was important was him enjoying himself.
And me, too.
Obviously.
“Avery?” My attention snapped back to him. “Hand me that.”
He gestured to the bottle of lube he’d tossed closer toward me, holding out his hand for it. When I grabbed it, though, I held it in my hand, rolling it slightly to test the weight.
Would I be overstepping here if I asked to help?
I was probably over-thinking things. Getting into my head about all of this when he, quite literally, just had my dick in his mouth and was planning on shoving it into his ass here soon enough.
My cock twitched at the thought.
“Avery?”
Glancing at him, I said, “Let me.”