Chapter 25
Brandon
My heart stuttered in my chest as my mind caught up to what he was saying—what he was subtly getting at when one of his arms snaked around my waist to pull me flat against his body. He was warm under me, his skin slightly dewy from sweat and flushed a light rosy shade.
I liked seeing him like this. His eyes practically black with how dilated his pupils were, the slight stumbling of his breathing when I dragged my hand along his jaw, tracing the hard line underneath. His tongue darting out to wet his lips, slightly swollen from how hard he’d kissed me.
He was the picture perfect of undone. And I’d done that.
“Please,” was all he said when he trailed his fingers along my spine, moving down to the small of my back.
I felt my face heat up, but not from embarrassment—quite the opposite, in fact. My hips bucked up on their own at his plea, grinding against him in the process. Both of us let out soft moans, mingling with each other’s labored breathing.
At the end of this, I was going to be wrecked.
Avery’s fingers ghosted over my left ass cheek, dipping down the crack to circle around my already lubed up hole. He pressed along the outer rim gently, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
The funny thing was that he didn’t even need to ask. He could flip me over onto my stomach and hold me down while having his way with me and all I’d do was beg for more.
He had no idea how many times I’d fantasized about this very thing, how many years I’d spent touching myself to an ambiguous figure that rocked my world, only for the last few seconds before I spilled into my own hand to reveal that it was Avery that I’d been imagining all along.
How ironic that none of those ever lived up to the real thing. To this.
His hair was soft between my fingers as I stroked through the long blond lengths. I kept a tight hold on the ends while I wiggled my hips back, bearing down onto his fingers while both digits speared inside me.
“Fuck.” I sucked in a hissing breath.
His cock twitched under me.
It was an awkward angle do be doing this, half spread out over his lap like some kind of weighted blanket while I fucked myself back on his fingers.
At this point, my mind was already too far gone.
I was too lost in the high of Avery touching me and feeling him respond to me in a similar way to even care about the back ache I was signing myself up for come tomorrow.
My ass was still loose from when I’d prepped myself, Avery’s fingers gliding inside of me easily but somehow still feeling exponentially better than my own by margins.
A third finger soon joined, pressing against my entrance and slowing the rolling of my hips while Avery’s arm around my waist stilled me.
His brows were pinched together in concentration—an adorable expression given the kind of situation we were in right now. All concentration and taking this seriously.
What else did I expect from this man?
I appreciated the care, though. A lot of men that I’d slept with couldn’t give two shits about prep. They were all about shoving me face down into the mattress and then sticking it in like we were both going to die or something if it took longer than fifteen seconds to get our clothes off.
And god forbid if I wanted to top.
Here, we had all the time in the world. There was nothing stopping Avery from fingering me until my balls were practically bursting with the need to come. There was nothing stopping me from sitting back and grabbing a hold of Avery to edge him until he had tears in his eyes.
There were no rules here. No decorum that we had to follow. Just me and him.
I fucking loved that.
Leaning forward, I tangled our mouths together as his third finger slowly slipped inside of me, burning a bit when he curled them all together and moved them deeper.
This felt good. It felt right.
Why the hell hadn’t we done this fifteen years ago?
What had stopped us other than my incessant need to hide my true feelings?
Avery had never been the type of person to preach prejudice. He’d been happy for me when I came out. Was supportive in more ways than I ever thought possible.
I should’ve bit the bullet and stopped being such a fucking coward back then. Told him how I felt and saw where it went from there. Who knows where we would’ve ended up. How many years we could’ve saved ourselves from wasting by staying apart.
Rejection could’ve been inevitable. But so could’ve this.
“Bran,” he whispered.
“I need you.” I practically choked on the words, the deep vulnerability in them not lost on either of us.
Something flashed in his eyes, and before I knew it, he was slipping his fingers out of me and rolling us over. He flattened me on my back against the mattress, worming his body in between my legs until we were practically molded together again.
When he kissed me, I felt that familiar lick of fire burning in my belly. The dire need to get him inside of me steadily encouraged my hand to wander between us and grip him again while my other slapped against the bed to blindly search for the lube and condom I’d carelessly tossed there.
Avery rolled his tongue against mine in a sinful way. It was too good. Too fucking much for him to never have thought about doing this with me beforehand.
What if he had? What if I wasn’t the only one fighting my feelings back then?
Wishful thinking, of course. But at this point, anything was possible.
By the time I got a hold of the condom, Avery had moved his lips away from mine and was now meandering a path across my cheek and over to the spot right under my ear. My body jolted the second his teeth grazed over it, forcing my poor aching cock to leak all over him and my own belly.
“Fucking shit.” I squeezed my hand around him, drawing out his own set of curses. “You’re going to end this before we can get to the good part.”
He laughed against my neck. “I can’t help it.”
The second he dragged his tongue along my pulse point, I turned my head to tuck the condom between my teeth and then pushed against his shoulder. He sat back easily and with no sense of hesitation in his body language, his eyes pinning right on me with a slight worried pull to his brows.
Between us, I’d left a visible mess. Both of our stomachs coated with the slight sheen of precum. I couldn’t believe he almost made me come just by teasing me like that. He was so damn lucky he was charming and I had more discipline.
As soon as I popped open the cap of the lube bottle once more, Avery’s expression softened. He leaned forward just enough to snag the condom from between my lips, a playful smile stretching his mouth wide.
“I’ll take that,” he said, his voice gravelly.
My hyperfixation with the tendons in his hand working to open the wrapper was definitely not something I’d ever thought I’d be into. Nor so focused on them moving under his skin as he ripped the wrapper and rolled the condom over his impressive length.
“Come here,” I curled my fingers at him.
Avery leaned forward instantly once more, his hands planting on either side of my body in order to lower until his lips hovered over mine again. The ghost of his breath had me wanting to catch his mouth against mine, taste him in every way that I could while he was still this close to me.
I laughed softly as I squirted lube into my palm. “That’s not what I meant.” But hey, it would do the job nonetheless.
“I want to see you.” His voice was low and husky as he said it. “Up close.”
My stomach clenched. How could he say such incredibly sexy things in a way that made them sound endearing and sickeningly sweet?
But that was the way Avery had always been. Charming and honest. A stoic outside with a soft inside that rarely anyone ever got to see. I was privileged to have gotten him to open up to me twice now. Both had given me an inflated ego.
Who else could claim something like that?
His cock jumped in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around it, coating him generously while he kept his eyes locked onto mine. This kind of intimacy was nothing like I’d ever experienced before, and yet, I didn’t at all want to shy away from it.
In fact, I wanted more.
Other men were far too quick to get off and get on with their lives. Whereas here with Avery, it felt like we had all the time left in the world.
I liked that.
Loved it, actually.
Once he was coated from tip to base, I guided him back slightly with a hand on his hip and pressed the tip of him right against my hole. Lifting one of my legs to hook around his hip, I settled back against the mattress, nodding at him.
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes only flitting down briefly before snapping back to mine again.
Oh, I was so fucking ready, he had no idea. All I could give him was a tight nod and an encouraging squeeze at his hip, a moan cutting at the back of my throat the moment he teased himself at my rim.
My body was tense with need making it hard to think straight.
The second the head of his cock slipped inside, my toes were curling. At this rate, I’d be lucky if I lasted all of two fucking pumps before I was making another mess again. Forcing myself not to arch my back off of the bed and drive him in deeper was difficult, nearly impossible, really.
I wanted this to be good for him, too. Rushing into things without letting him get himself comfortable was the last thing I wanted. Not when we were finally doing this.
Avery regretting this in the morning—or hell, right after we were done—would kill me. So whatever he needed to ease into sex, I’d give him without any questions.
A hand squeezed my jaw, causing me to snap my eyes open, which I hadn’t even realized I’d closed.
“Eyes on me, Brandon,” he whispered.
Jesus fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing a man’s ever said to me.
My desperate exhale seemed to only further encourage him as he slid in deeper, my channel burning as his cock stretched me full. It was good—too fucking good—to be fucked like this.
How the hell had I been missing out on this for so long?