Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Brandon
My boyfriend is a genius. With everyone outside and the band still playing, we’re once again alone in the house. I still can’t wrap my head around what just went down, and as much as I might want to get out there and have fun with everyone, I also need this.
Him and me.
We stagger into my room, kissing hard and fast, unable to keep our hands off each other. I’ve never told someone I love them before, and I know Robbie’s never said those words like he did to me. It’s another first we get to have together, and with any luck, there will be so many more.
My hands run over his shoulders, down to grip his bulging arm muscles, and just the feel of them consumes me. I have this desperate need to be as close to him as possible, a need nothing can ever fill.
“Fuck, Brando,” he says against my lips. “I need you inside me.”
“No fair, that’s my line.”
“I’ll flip you for it?”
“Or …” I push him back onto my bed. “We can flip for it, literally.”
His eyes darken as his gaze sweeps over me. “You are one clever man.”
I pull off my layers of shirts, and his stare locks onto my abs.
“And so pretty.” Robbie grabs my waist and moves me so I’m between his thick thighs.
He trails kisses along my muscles, running his tongue over my skin until he reaches my jeans.
Somehow the cheeky idiot pops my button with his mouth and then slowly tugs down my fly with his teeth.
He keeps eye contact with me the whole time, sending constant waves of lust rolling through me.
“Robbie …” I cup his scruffy jaw. “Fuck I love you.”
He presses a kiss to my straining cock. “I love you too.”
“Wait.” I tilt my head. “Was that for me or my dick?”
“Why not both?”
I tackle him back onto the bed, kicking my jeans off, before starting on his clothes. The more of him I get naked, the hornier I get. He’s fucking perfection. Masculine. Sexy. I still have no idea how he can drive me so far out of my mind, but I’m addicted to the feeling anyway.
I don’t need reasons. I need him. Always.
“Can I tell you something?” I whisper once he’s also down to his briefs.
“Always. Anything. Cum is thicker than water and all that.”
“I think that’s supposed to be blood.”
“Yeah, but we’re not just brothers anymore.” He flashes me a cheeky grin.
“One day you’re going to say that around the wrong person.”
“Eh.” He brushes his lips over mine. “I only do it because you look so cute exasperated. Now, what were you saying?”
“You’ve killed the mood.”
He pouts, then runs his fingers lightly down my back before creeping them under my briefs, inching toward my hole.
I shiver.
“You sure about that?” he asks.
I swallow, fighting the effect his gravelly voice has on me. But then I meet his blue eyes, and everything around us … stops. “I want to keep you.”
He clears his throat, but his voice still comes out on a rasp. “I’m not going anywhere.”
We meet in a searing kiss, and I pour all the emotion I have into it.
My tongue tangles with his, and his legs wrap around mine as he takes my hands and pins them to the mattress.
He gives a slow, hard thrust, rutting our cocks together through our briefs, and the only thing stopping me from begging for more is his tongue halfway down my throat.
We’ve come a long way from two inexperienced idiots trying to find out what they like. And what I like is everything. So long as it’s with Robbie.
He finally pulls back, and I’m able to suck in a deep breath.
“You first,” he says, grabbing my lube and making his way down my body. “Also, now that people know about us, we better pick up a lot more of this. No more holding back.”
If he’s been holding back up until this point, I’m in trouble.
I groan as he pushes his first thick finger inside me. There’s nothing like that initial stretch. Like forcing my body to relax when it instinctively wants to tense up. Like Robbie’s murmured encouragement as he works me open, dropping sweet kisses on my thighs and ignoring my throbbing cock.
It’s torture.
Sweet, sweet torture.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take anywhere near as long as the first time to get me ready for him.
“I don’t know which is better,” he says. “Fucking you, or being fucked by you.”
“Tough call.” Gun to my head, I know which way I’d lean. “But there’s nothing like the feeling of your cock tearing me apart.”
He chuckles and slips his fingers free, then gives me a sweet, slow kiss as he rolls his condom on. “I want you on top. Stretch me while I fuck you.”
I hurry to nod, and Robbie moves to sit back against the bedhead. He plants his legs wide, and I grip his knees as I turn and straddle his waist. He presses his cock against my hole, and I almost wish I was facing him to see the way his eyes go all unfocused when he’s turned on.
This.
As I sink down onto him, that’s the only word echoing around my brain. This is what I need, and he’s the only one in the whole goddamn world who can give it to me.
I bottom out, feeling stuffed to the brim. His big hands roam from my hips around to my chest, and he pulls me back against him to kiss his way along my shoulder to my neck.
He might have told me he loves me, but right now, he’s making me feel it. He’s showing me with the soft touches, reverent kisses, and low moans of my name.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says on a breath. “But I’m going to need you to grab the lube and get to work.”
I chuckle as I do exactly that. I lean forward between his legs, one hand planted on the bed as I open him with the other.
Robbie holds my hips tight, pounding up into me and bringing my body alive.
On every thrust, his ass tightens around my fingers, and damn I wish we could fuck each other at the same time.
To fill each other completely. I’m a mess of want for him, and it only gets worse as he works over that spot inside my ass that drives me out of my mind.
His grunting grows loud, more desperate, and his fingers are biting into my hips in a way that makes me think he’s getting close. I remove my fingers and sit back against him, burying him so deep I almost go cross-eyed.
Robbie hugs me to him, lips connecting with every inch of skin they can reach. “You have no idea how sexy you look taking me,” he says. “I’d spend the night inside you if I could.”
“You don’t have to stop, you know.”
“Yeah, I do, because I’m ready to come, and I want you inside me when I go off.”
A chuckle slips out, but it cuts off when Robbie tears open a condom and rolls it down my sensitive shaft. He strokes me with lube, rolling his hips softly, and it’s almost enough to make me forget what I’m doing. To just be lost in the sensations.
“If you want me in your ass, you better stop.”
He’s never shoved me off his cock so quickly.
We swap positions, but when Robbie straddles my hips, he’s facing me.
“I feel so empty,” I complain. My ass is trying to clench around something, and it’s frustrating me not to be full. I whine, and he strokes my face.
“We’ll go shopping and get you some toys. As soon as we’re done.”
Thank fuck.
We kiss as he lowers himself down on my dick, and I breathe deeper as the tight heat surrounds me. He’s right. The sight is fucking beautiful.
His body towers over mine from this angle, powerful thighs lifting him up and down. I watch the way his bicep strains from the grip he has on the bedhead, and all I want is to run my tongue over it. To bury my face in his chest and inhale his sweat.
So. Fucking. Hot.
His cock bobs between us, precum pooling in the condom, and I reach up to remove it.
He shudders at my touch, and his responsiveness is something I want to explore every day we’re together.
I want to learn all the things that drive him crazy, maybe strap him to the bed one day and take total control of him.
I lick his nipple, and his free hand immediately twists through my hair. It’s not painful, but it lets me know he’s in charge. He always will be. I fucking love it.
And as he presses my face closer to his chest, I give him what he wants. I sink my teeth into his pec, and my cock throbs at the hoarse gasp he lets out.
“Yes,” he pants. “Yeah, Brando. Like that.”
I grip the other nipple and pinch it as tight as I can, loving the sounds it draws out of him. When I pull back, I find my teeth have left a purplish-red splotchy bruise behind. “You’re going to feel that tomorrow.”
“Good. I need more.” He’s riding me hard, gaze hooded and unfocused, giving me the Robbie I go wild over.
We flip around so I can drive into him, and then he rolls us again so he’s back on top.
I lie back and watch the way his big body works over me, that giant cock of his so hard it’s bobbing between us.
It draws my attention like nothing else, focuses me.
I lick my lips at the sight of the shiny head, and I think … I think I can maybe reach it.
I lift my torso, duck my head, and … my lips close around the tip.
“Holy goddamn fucking shit,” Robbie gasps. Both hands close in my hair this time, and he thrusts into my mouth and back onto my cock. Curses are tumbling from his mouth, and feeling him let go like this ramps up the tingling racing along my spine.
My cock is drawing tight, my balls pulling up close to my body, and I’m so close. So dangerously close to the edge, if he doesn’t come soon, it’s going to be all over.
So I bring in the big guns.
And slide my teeth along his staff.
Robbie cries out, and a spurt of cum hits my mouth.
His cock throbs as he shoots, over and over, and when he’s done, I pull off, flip us again, and pound into his ass.
My eyes are locked where our bodies are joined as I chase the high, and I swear I’m holding my breath because I’m so … fucking … close …
My orgasm hits in a wave of immediate release, and I fuck him through it, milking my balls for all they have.
When I collapse against him, I’m struggling to catch my breath. My lungs are burning with the need to cough.
“You okay?” he asks.
I pat my head as I cough, but before I can move, Robbie rolls me off him, grabs my inhaler from my desk, and hands it to me.
I take a long hit, and when I release my breath again, I smile. He smiles back.
“You didn’t panic that time.”
He pulls me close. “What good will I be to you if I panic every time you have a little coughing fit?”
I tuck my face into his neck. “You’re finally getting it.”
“Yep.” He slaps my ass. “Now I’ve taken care of you, you can take care of me. Get me something to clean up with, would you?”
“But I don’t want to move,” I complain.
“Fair enough.” Then he pulls my leg between his and rubs his lube-covered ass over it.
“Hey!” I slap him. “Gross, dude.”
He laughs. “What, so I can be covered in it, but when I share it’s gross?”
Urg. Okay. He has a point. “Fine, I’ll get the damn wipes.”