28. Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter twenty-eight
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This was the first Thursday I could remember when I met the guys for a beer, and I really wished I were somewhere else. We’d worked until after six, and when I got home, I contemplated not going, but sitting in my empty house didn’t hold much appeal.
This was the only day all week I’d worked past five, something Desi was starting to appreciate.
Thanks to the work Brennan was doing, we had more jobs than we could handle, but I still couldn’t bring myself to work late knowing that he was there waiting for me with dinner.
It not only seemed rude, but I enjoyed our meals together. Not to mention what came afterwards.
Tonight would be the first night I’d slept alone in a week, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I slept much better with my Angel curled up next to me than I did any other time.
“So, how are things going with your boy?” Coop asked. “He seems great.”
“He is great. He just isn’t my boy, at least not really.”
“Travis said he asked him a bunch of questions about the way things work,” Max said.
“Did he? I don’t know what they talked about. We discussed it a little before the party, and to be honest, he seemed kind of spooked by the idea, so I haven’t brought it up again. I keep thinking it’s something we need to talk about.”
“I think you should give him a little time to work it out on his own. Just make sure he knows you’re open to answering any questions he has. But from what Travis said, I think he’s going to get there.”
On Friday morning, I woke up grouchy, mostly just because I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep the night before. One thing I knew for sure after tossing and turning half the night was that I was running short on patience. I wanted my Angel here with me.
I didn’t know exactly what he was thinking, but I didn’t like him being away from me. Common sense said I was rushing things, and I needed to give him time to sort everything out, and I trusted Max, so if he agreed with that, then I would give him time.
By the time Brennan arrived, looking well-rested and chipper as always, I’d taken a shower and downed enough coffee to make me seem human.
I kissed him and held him tight. “Hey, Angel. Did you have a good night?”
“I did. Keegan and I hung out. Did you have fun with all your Daddy friends?”
“I did. I was thinking, why don’t we do something fun this weekend?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I’ll come up with something if you’re game.”
“Oh, I’m game,” he said, grinning. “I would love to go do something fun.”
“Maybe on Sunday we can go riding with Max and Travis.”
“That sounds good to me. You know Travis mentioned wanting to go for a spa day.” He sounded hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not.
“I think that sounds like fun. I bet y’all would have a good time.”
“You think so? I’ve never been before.”
“Oh yeah, you two would have a blast, no doubt about it.”
“Okay, I’ll message him and tell him I want to go. Not sure when, though. Anyway, how does roast sound for dinner? I saw this recipe online, and I want to try it.”
“That sounds perfect to me, Angel. I’ll be home by five-thirty.”
We spent most of Saturday laying around the house being lazy, something I rarely did, but it was nice spending that time with him. We’d watched movies. Then he watched me while I finally got around to changing the faucet in the bathroom.
On Sunday, we met up with Max and Travis to go for a ride.
We set out on a winding country road that was one of my favorites.
Normally my favorite thing about riding was that the rest of the world faded away as everything rushed by me in a blur.
But with him sitting right behind me, arms tight as he held on, instead of fading away, it was like I had a sense of clarity about life and what I wanted for the future.
We stopped at a BBQ place Max and I always stopped at when we took this route.
“I love the food here,” Travis said when we climbed off the bikes.
“I know you do,” Max said, brushing a kiss across Travis’s lips. “I need to hit the head and then I’ll order for us.” Travis watched as Max walked off, and I was struck again by how perfect they were for each other.
“What are you going to get?” Brennan asked.
“Whatever Daddy orders for me,” Travis said.
“You don’t get to pick your own food?” he asked.
“I mean, I could, but I don’t like to. Choosing between things I like stresses me out, so Daddy picks for me.”
“Okay, that makes sense. I always think picking what to order is part of the fun.”
“Speaking of picking, here’s the menu if you want to decide what you want.” I handed him my phone where I pulled up the online menu for the place.
He studied it for a minute and then said, “The chopped brisket sandwich combo sounds good.”
“Why don’t you and Travis go get us a table, and I’ll order for us.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I got in line to order but watched them as they chose a table and took a seat. It wasn’t long before Max walked up beside me. “Those two are becoming thick as thieves, aren’t they?”
“They are. I’m glad.”
“I am, too. Travis has some friends here, but they’re more work friends than close friends.”
We ordered the food and then took a seat at the table while we waited for them to call our number. The boys chatted about the spa day they were planning and some television show they both watched.
The food was fantastic as always. When we were done, we headed back toward home.
When we came to the place in the road where Max and Travis had to turn off, I waved at Max and Travis mimicked calling on a phone to Brennan.
It wasn’t much further to our house. After I pulled into the garage, we both climbed off the motorcycle.
“I can see why you enjoy it so much,” Brennan ran his hand along the bike seat. “It’s a great way to pass an afternoon.”
“It is.” I agreed as I followed him inside.
He turned and looked up at me with those fuck me eyes and licked his lips. “I can think of an even better way to pass the time, though.”
“Oh, you can, can you?” I stalked towards him until we were standing chest to chest.
He rubbed his groin against mine and moaned softly. “Riding behind you like that makes me so hard.”
“Trust me, I know. I could feel it pressing into my backside for the last thirty minutes.”
I backed him up the stairs while I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. As soon as we reached the top of the stairs, I pushed them down his hips, and his cock sprang free.
He ducked his head in an attempt to hide his blush, but I lifted his chin and brushed a kiss across his sweet lips.
Then he slowly dropped to his knees in front of me as his hands fumbled with the button and zipper on my jeans.
This wasn’t what I had planned, but I wasn’t one to argue when a beautiful man was on his knees in front of me.
I knocked his hands away from my fly and quickly unzipped them myself, pushing both my pants and my underwear down.
I stepped out of my jeans, kicking them aside and slid a hand into Brennan’s hair, pulling him slowly toward my cock.
Brennan looked up at me as his lips parted and his tongue came out, sliding in small circles around the crown on my cock. Then he pushed forward, taking over half my length at once.
He began to suck eagerly as I pulled back and gently thrust back in a few times.
I watched him, gauging his reaction as I slowly pressed in, going all the way to the back of his throat.
No boy I’d ever been with had looked half as perfect as Brennan did staring up at me with his big blue eyes under those long feathery lashes.
I pulled out quickly before I came, and he whimpered, lunging for my cock again. I wrapped my hand tight in the soft blond curls of his hair and held him still. “Not tonight, Angel. I don’t want to come until I’m buried deep inside you.”
He whimpered but nodded his head.
I reached down and took him by the hand, helping him up from his knees, leading him to the bed. “Hop up there and wait for me on your hands and knees.” He didn’t hesitate hurrying to get into position. He’d never been defiant, but something about his quick compliance tonight was different.
I crawled after him, running my hands slowly down the graceful curve of his back and over his gorgeous, pert ass. I trailed my fingers down his crack to circle that sweet, puckered hole, making him squirm.
Leaning forward, I covered Brennan’s back with my chest. I continued to tease his entrance, lightly touching him as I ran small circles around the sensitive flesh. “You want me in here?” I growled into his ear.
“Yes, please.” He panted, arching his back and thrusting back toward my fingers.
I reached over and pulled open the drawer in the nightstand, grabbing the lube. He didn’t say anything else—he just waited, trusting me to give him what he needed.
I leaned back and drizzled some lube down his crack, following it down with my finger. Then I watched, entranced as the slippery finger slid inside Brennan’s body.
Brennan groaned and tried to push back, but I held him in place. “Stay still. Tonight we do this at my pace. Do you think you can do that, Angel?”
“I’ll try,” he promised, and he stilled, but his body quivered, showing me how hard it was for him to do what I asked.
“Good boy,” I said, thrusting my finger the rest of the way inside his hole. I added more lube and a second finger and slowly moved in and out of his entrance. Brennan dropped his head to the bed but kept his hips still, only whimpering instead of chasing more when I pulled my fingers out.
I rubbed my hands over his ass. “You’re being such a good boy tonight.
It will be worth it, I promise.” I repositioned my hand and added a third finger.
Then I began to finger-fuck him in earnest, making sure to graze his prostate with each thrust. Watching my fingers breach his body over and over made my balls ache and my cock so hard it hurt.
I continued to slide my fingers in and out until Brennan was moaning nonstop and begging me for more, but he still didn’t move.
With my fingers still gliding in and out of his body, I leaned forward and licked a path up Brennan’s spine, then I closed my mouth over the smooth skin and bit down, sucking fiercely while still fucking him with my fingers.
“Please!” he cried out. “Please. I need to feel you inside of me. I need more.”
I leaned back on my knees behind him, looking down at him spread out before me. His hands were clenched in the sheets, and I could see how hard he was struggling not to move his hips.
“Don’t you worry, Angel. I’m going to give you what you need.” I put my hands underneath his hips and lifted them, putting him in the position I wanted.
A deep groan escaped my throat as I slid my cock into his waiting hole.
His channel tightened around me, and my entire body tensed up.
I held onto my control by a thread. I slid out slowly and then back in again.
I’d told him we were doing things my way tonight, but I was fighting a battle between two desires.
To go fast and hard or to take it slow and make this last all night.
I leaned down, pressing my forehead against the middle of Brennan’s shoulder blades and shuddered.
I held on, putting one arm around Brennan’s stomach, pulling him up on his arms, and stroked his back.
The hand that was under his stomach grazed the leaking head of his cock, and I grasped it and began stroking him.
“Please. I need…” he began to beg.
Hearing Brennan begging was the last straw.
I braced my arm next to him on the bed and lost control.
I gripped his cock tight and let the motion of my hips pounding hard against his ass drive it through my fist. I thrust into him hard and fast, spurred on by the sounds he was making, until his gasps and moans became a wail, and he began to shudder in my arms.
I loved hearing him, but that wasn’t enough. I had to see his face as he came. I pulled out and flipped him over, picking up his legs so I could slide back into his body and watch the feelings roll over my angel’s expressive face.
Gorgeous blue eyes as deep as the ocean stared up at me, and I was lost and found all at the same time. This boy was mine, and I wasn’t going to let him go. “Stroke your cock,” I demanded as I pushed back into him.
His hand stroked up and down fast as his breathing became more labored. He tensed, his ass squeezing my cock so tight I could barely move, and then his entire body went stiff.
Pulse after pulse of thick cum spurted from the slit of Brennan’s cock, and I pulled back and slammed in hard without a rhythm, desperate to follow him into the abyss.
Finally, with one last thrust, I pushed in deep and held him in place as the sensations overwhelmed me.
Waves and waves of pleasure coursed through my body, and I filled him with my cum.
I collapsed sideways, not wanting to crush him, but leaving one hand on his chest, not ready to break our connection.
I could feel his heart pounding against my palm, racing like my own.