Chapter 21 #2
He releases my cock on a groan. “Are you ready? I think you’re ready.”
If I’m not, I’m past caring at this point. I need him inside me. “Yeah, just give me a second.”
I grab the butt plug and remove my fingers.
Brandon tenses under me for a second before he lets out a long breath and spreads his thighs.
“You good?”
“Do it.”
Hells yes. I work it in slowly, giving him time to adjust, and my eyes are glued to where he’s stretching around it.
He’s right that I was jealous before, because I wanted it to be my cock first, but I’d underestimated how hot it would be to work the toy in and out of his body.
To see his hole stretch and his cock jerk.
To witness the little tremors racing through him.
By the time it’s fully in, I’m breathing as deeply as he is.
“Goddamn, Brando …”
“Yeah.”
I scramble off him and drop onto my back. “My turn.”
He chuckles as he grabs a condom, and I watch him open it and roll it down his long cock.
“Look how desperate you are for me.”
“I’m not even going to bother trying to deny it. Fuck me.”
He kneels between my legs, stroking himself slowly, focus locked on my ass. When his eyes flick up to meet mine, there’s a flash of vulnerability through his heated gaze. “I want to make this good.”
I tug him down against me and draw him into a long kiss. I’d thought that once we started fooling around, the kissing would lose some of its effect. That I’d get used to it. Immune. But instead, every kiss is like a hit of drugs to my system, and I can’t get enough.
Brandon reaches down between us and lines his cock up to my entrance. The blunt head pushes forward, and I get this weird oh shit it’s happening moment. I’m letting a guy fuck me. And not just any guy. Brandon. And not just letting, but needing.
He shakes as he pushes in, and the more it burns and stretches, the more of the feeling I want. It’s not exactly painful, but there’s a tinge of something that slowly gets more pleasant as he fills me completely. His hips hit my ass, and he pulls back from the kiss to let out a long breath.
“Jesus, fuck, dude. You have no idea how it feels.”
“Right back at you.” I gasp as he shifts.
“The plug is right on that spot. Between that and how tight you are, this isn’t going to last long.”
I scramble to grab the gag and pass it to him. “Put this on me and do your best.”
“I think I might need it more than you.”
With how loudly he’s breathing, he might be right. But then he flashes me a small smile, and his teeth give me an idea. I tilt my head to the side. “Use me.”
“What?”
“If you can’t be quiet, bite down on me.”
“It won’t hurt?”
“I want it to.”
He groans, and his eyes almost flutter closed. “Okay. If you want me to stop and can’t talk, pat your head.”
“Like your asthma thing?”
“Exactly.”
I shouldn’t find it so adorable that he wants to look out for me like that. “Not that I couldn’t overpower you anyway, but sure. Good idea.”
With my help, Brandon manages to get the gag on one-handed. It’s some kind of knotted material that sits tight in my mouth and across my face, and even when I try to make noise, nothing more than a muffled grunt comes out.
A wicked look crosses Brandon’s face as he gives his hips a roll. I suck in a breath through my nose as my ass comes alive, and I’m already cursing the gag because I want to tell him to do it again.
The pain is completely gone, and now all I want is for him to fuck me hard and fast.
I slap his ass, and Brandon laughs before it slowly turns into this husky moan. “Okay.”
His eyes are locked on my face as he moves, slow and unsure at first. It’s a frustrating tease, nowhere near enough. I want him to unapologetically take out our years of bickering on me.
I reach down and grab his ass, fingers biting into the round cheeks, and match each thrust with one of my own.
“Yes …” He picks up pace, getting more confident, and it doesn’t take long until he’s pounding into me. His grunts echo in the room, but the insane pleasure shooting through me makes it impossible to care.
All I can focus on are his sexy muscles, rippling with each thrust, his parted lips, the wave in his hair flopping down over his hooded eyes, and the sudden, amazing, mind-blowing need.
My cock is aching, but I don’t want this to end.
Brandon looks out of his mind as he alternates between hard and fast thrusts and slow and deep ones that make me squirm desperately, and bite down so hard on the gag my jaw is going to be dead by the time we’re done.
“Fuck, Robbie … Fuck …” Brandon grabs the backs of my thighs and pushes my legs up to watch. “You’re so hot. This is insane … This is …”
I try to grunt my agreement.
“I shouldn’t love you gagged as much as I do.”
My grip on his ass tightens. Coaxes him faster. I love that he loves the gag. I love that he’s losing his mind fucking me. I love that it’s my body he’s going wild over because there’s no denying the effect he has on me.
My attraction to him is out of this world crazy, and when he grunts loud enough that it gets even my attention, I card my fingers through his hair and tug his face to my neck.
His teeth sink in, and oh holy fuck. I scramble for my cock, getting lost in the mix of pain and pleasure surging through me.
I sound like a desperate fucking whore behind this gag, and even that’s turning me on.
I jerk myself hard and fast, matching Brandon’s thrusts, and I have a moment to wonder if this is how it feels for him—to be filled so perfectly while my cock is worked over.
My orgasm builds and builds, my balls tightening, and then Brandon releases my neck and lets out a hoarse cry right next to my ear as his whole body shudders.
Feeling him come sets me off. I lose track of everything but the goddamn relief in my pulsing cock, and when Brandon slumps against me, we both take a minute to catch our breaths.
He pulls back, still looking out of it, and gently removes the gag. His stare traces my cheeks, and then he leans down and softly kisses both of them.
“You’ve got marks.”
“They’ll fade.”
He strokes my neck, right over the bite. “This won’t. At least, not quickly.”
I close my arms around him and flip us so I’m on top. His dick slips out, and now my ass feels kinda raw. But totally worth it. “Good,” I tell him. “I don’t want it to fade. I want more.” I kiss him. “So many more.”
Again and again.
I’m starting to freak out that I’ll never be done with this.