17. Jefferson
Jefferson
B radley licks his lips, his gaze shifting from my dick to my face. He’s a fucking vision on his knees before me. It's not just that. It’s as if he is meant to be there. Like he belongs there, kneeling before me, pleasuring me.
He glances up at me with hooded eyes. Ones full of hunger, and I was ready to satiate that craving. When he bites down on his bottom lip, I can’t help but groan. Bradley sticks out his tongue, flattening as he leans forward and licks the juices from the tip of my cock.
God! It feels so good. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone’s mouth on me. Since Malcolm.
I have to shake the thought of him from my mind otherwise I’ll spiral. He made his choice, and now here I am with someone who offers me everything Malcolm couldn’t. It doesn’t matter that earlier, at the charity event, I paid for his time. This, between us now, is by his choice.
Bradley gives me what I can’t get from Malcolm—an open commitment. Not one where we can see whoever we want, but one where I don’t have to hide.
Another swipe of his tongue passes over my sensitive tip and my body shudders. I need to focus on the here and now. On Bradley. He’s more than I ever imagined I’d get when this night started, and I’m happy about that.
“You like that?” he all but purrs.
“Like isn’t the word I’d use,” I growl back at him.
My breath catches as he slides his hands along the outside of my thighs.
He doesn’t hurry. No, he’s slow and tantalizing.
Each touch sends electricity coursing through me, setting my body on fire.
My hands grip the cushions as Bradley looks up at me from beneath his thick lashes.
His gaze alone has heat blooming in my chest.
He smiles at me, his dimples winking back at me as he raises up slightly.
His mouth brushes against the skin just below my belly button as he peppers featherlight kisses along it.
Not rushed. Not greedy. It’s as if he’s savoring the moment, teasing me, bringing me closer to the edge of coming, and all he’s done is touch my cock and lick the tip.
My hips twitch at the touch, and I swallow hard.
He chuckles under his breath, taking enjoyment in his seduction.
Bradley grips my shaft, wrapping his hand around it as he opens his mouth wide.
He gives me one final wink before sliding my length into his mouth.
He takes it in, little by little, stopping only to relax his throat before continuing.
When he’s done, his lips are flush with the base of my shaft.
It’s more than I can handle and I close my eyes, letting my head fall back on the couch as he bobs on my cock.
I lift my hand, burying it in his hair, not to guide him, but to build the connection between us, tethering us together.
His mouth is warm, egging my sensitive skin closer to a climax.
Almost as if he’s worshipping me. My hips begin to buck of their own accord, thrusting my cock deeper into his mouth.
His hands drift to my hips, holding me still as he takes charge of the moment.
The contrast of his control and my surrender has me dizzy.
This isn’t me. I’m the one always holding the reins.
On top, for better words. But Bradley, somehow while being in a submissive position, is totally the leading man in charge.
This, being vulnerable, it’s new. Exhilarating. And I’m not hating it.
Bradley quickens his rhythm, slow then fast. He’s a fucking musician at giving a blow job.
A low groan from deep within my chest slips past my parted lips.
I can feel it building, and no matter how many naked grandma images I try to imagine, I can’t stall my release.
An explosion hits me, and my cock twitches as I shoot ropes of hot cum down his throat.
He doesn’t pull away, but instead swallows me down like I’m the glass of wine and he’s fucking parched.
I look down again; Bradley’s eyes are on me, watching. His mouth curves in a small, knowing smile as his tongue snakes out, lapping up some cum dripping from his mouth.
Speechless. I’m utterly speechless.
He already knew what he was doing to me, and he was taking great satisfaction in it. We stay like that. Me gazing down on him as he stays locked on me, his hands resting on my thighs as he gleams smugly at me.
But the fun isn’t over. While I may be older, my sex drive is unmatched. I can go from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds. My turn around time from orgasm to being ready to go again is above par. And I’m about to show Bradley that little fact first hand.
“Your mouth is truly spectacular.” Leaning forward I press my mouth to his.
My lips push at the seam demanding entrance.
He parts them, allowing my tongue to enter, hungrily massaging his.
“Let’s take this to the bed. I want to bury my cock deep inside you.
” I groan, mumbling the words between pauses.
“I thought you’d never ask.” His voice husky with want.
Bradley leans back and I stand, taking his hands in mine, helping him up. His chest brushing against me as he does it. I lower my hand, slipping it underneath his shirt, before tugging it upward. “Lift your arms.” My voice becomes deep, controlling, and I can see how it affects him.
I can feel the heat radiating off his skin.
He doesn’t speak, just bites on that fucking plump lip and eagerly complies raising his arms high as I slip his shirt off, dropping it to the floor.
My hands land back on his chest, moving lightly across his skin, lingering at his collarbone, the curve of his neck, just… taking him in.
He’s fucking handsome. Hot. And tonight he’s all mine.
Then maybe, tomorrow too.
There’s something about him that screams at me this isn’t a one time thing. We’re meant to be together. I’ve only felt this way one other time. With Malcolm. While I may have misread the feelings then, I’m confident I’m not with Bradley.
His hands slide up my chest, claiming me like he already knows I’m his.
He reaches for the buttons on my shirt. His fingers nimble as he slips each one through the tiny slit, showing my bare chest to him.
His gaze never leaves mine. When the last button is undone, he pushes the linen fabric back, letting it slide off my shoulders, falling to the floor.
His knuckles graze my ribs, light and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize me with touch alone.
As if I’m ever letting him go. We’re both bare from the waist up, pausing just long enough to breathe each other in.
"You’ve had me hard as hell all night," I whisper.
“Ditto.” he replies back and I can’t help but snort lightly at his humorous answer, while still looking at me like I’m a five course meal and he's starving.
Our heads move closer, meeting in a kiss. The kind of kiss that feels like it can last forever, but also so damn good you know it’s going to fucking unravel everything you’ve ever known.
His hands move to the waist of my dress pants, and I do the same. We undress each other slowly, like it matters—like we’re stripping away more than clothes. This isn’t just a quick fuck. It’s something deeper. A slow, deliberate seduction.
When all our clothes are discarded and we’re finally skin to skin, I take his hand and he leads me toward the bed.
We don’t fall into it, we sink. We lay side by side, our bodies tangled together as we kiss each other like a soldier going off to war. Our legs brush together, as I press my forehead to his. I’m not in a rush. I don’t want this night to end.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you walk into the coffee shop,” I murmur.
He nods. “Me too. I just didn’t think there was a shot of it happening.”
“Why?” I lift my hand, brushing some of the hair out of his face so I can get a look at those beautiful bluish-grey eyes.
“You’re older, mature, and have your life together. Me, I’m younger, a college dropout and literally killing the mood right now.”
With those final words his hands dance along my waist, cupping my ass cheeks as he squeezes them.
“I agree.” The low growl erupts from deep within my chest as I flip him over onto his back, moving my body between his legs.
I place a hand on either side of his body as I gaze down at him.
Lowering my head, I kiss him lightly, moving across his chest from left to right, nipping lightly at his skin.
Bradley arches his back, sucking his lip into his mouth as he hisses in approval.
I move lower, taking his nipple between my teeth, tugging on it gently.
Watching him squirm beneath me has my cock standing at attention and ready for round two.
My fingers glide over his hard cock, precum leaking from the tip.
I swirl my finger through the liquid, collecting it before venturing on, further back.
He closes his eyes, moaning softly as I swirl the liquid around the rim of his ass.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice full of authority, commanding him to obey, to be my willing subject.
His eyes open, heavy with lust.
“That’s better. Your ass is mine. Can I have it?” Then wanting to make him feel a little more comfortable I add. “I have a condom.”
I never want to presume and well, you can never be too safe, so a condom is non-negotiable with someone new. But if he says no, it’s going to kill me. To come this far, to be as intimate as we have been and then for him to refuse sex would be a kick in the gut.
“What are you waiting on?” He manages to say between gasps as I tease his tender opening, pressing the tip of my finger in and out of him. But I want more.
I lift up long enough to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. I don’t have lube, and I don’t want this to be painful for him.
“Raise your hips for me.” Once he’s done it, I slip the pillow underneath him, giving a little height.
I sink back between his legs, taking hold of his cock as I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing his slit.
I take hold of his thighs, lifting them, putting his puckered hole in view.
I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips.
My cock twitches in approval, begging to be inside of him.
My tongue swirls around the rim, his breath hitches as his muscle tightens. I continue moving it in slow, circular motions before pushing it in. My movements are gentle at first, but become more demanding as I go.
I can hear the fabric of the blankets rustling and I glance over, seeing his fingers gripping it tightly. Changing gears I move slightly, abandoning his ass to kiss along the inside of his thigh. Bradley gasps, making my chest ache in the best way imaginable.
“You haven’t even fucked me baby, and I already feel like I’m going to come.” He moans. His legs begin to tremble, and I can’t hold off any longer. I need him.
“One second. I need to grab the condom.” I lower his legs, and quickly go to my pants, retrieving my wallet to find the one condom packet inside of it.
I don’t waste any time and rip the square gold package open with my teeth.
With great skill and ease, I roll the condom down the length of my shaft as I make my way back to the bed.
Bradley hasn’t moved an inch. He’s still right where I left him.
Such a good boy. The only thing he’s doing that he shouldn’t be is stroking his cock before I’ve given him permission.
When he shoots his load, I want to be looking at him.
To have his eyes locked with mine. But I’ll let him slide this time.
He doesn’t know it yet, but this is just the first of many nights we’ll be spending together. I’m sure of that.
I climb back between his legs while he gives me a sheepish grin. His eyes drop to my cock, his teeth dragging across his bottom lip as he pulls it into his mouth. Taking hold of one of his thighs I lift it up, placing it over my shoulder as I rub the head of my cock around his opening.
“I want you to keep stroking your cock, but don’t come. Not until I tell you.”
He doesn’t answer, just nods.
“Words, Bradley. Are you going to come before I tell you?”
“No.” The word is so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it.
I press my hard length into his opening, slowly at first, he gasps, and I stop, giving him a moment to adjust before pushing the rest of the way in.
I’m buried inside his warm channel. A multitude of emotions coursing through me.
Being with someone other than Malcolm should feel weird, but this with Bradley screams at me that it’s right.
Just missing something.
No, more like someone.
I thrust into him like a madman. He pumps his shaft in rhythm to my movements. Each move I make, he does one in response. Our breaths are erratic, and the only sound in the room is skin slapping skin and a mixture of our moans.
I’m so close to the edge, and I know I’m not going to last any longer.
“Come.” I order Bradley. The word has barely left my lips before ropes of cum explode onto his stomach, covering it and his chest in a sticky, creamy white fluid.
I follow right after, my hands gripping his legs as I fill the condom. My body is drained and I can’t move, as I work to chase my breath.
“That was fucking amazing,” Bradley’s husky voice murmurs as he lets his arms fall to his side, no care to the fluid covering his chest.
“That it was.”