Chapter 26 #2
Before he could get very far, Daniel was back, devouring his mouth as though it were his last meal, and one of his hands was now stroking his erection through his boxer briefs.
Brantley moaned, and his head thunk ed as it fell back against the wall. Then Daniel kissed and sucked his way down his neck to the collar of his shirt, where he raised his head and slid his fingers inside the elastic of his boxers.
Fuck, he was burning up.
“I’m gonna get you completely naked and in my bed, where I’ve dreamed about you too many nights to count.”
Brantley squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep his curse back. But when Daniel’s warm breath ghosted over his ear, Brantley lost the battle. “ Fuck .”
“No…that’s not what I asked for. But let’s get you to my bedroom so you can give me what I want,” Daniel said, and nipped at his lobe. Then he stepped back, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the ground.
Dressed in only his shirt, tie, and those sexy-as-hell briefs Daniel favored now, Brantley couldn’t help but reach down and masturbate to what he was seeing. He’d never wanted Daniel more.
“Go.” Daniel tilted his head. “And don’t dawdle, professor. I don’t have the fucking patience, and this hardwood is not the surface you want me to let loose on,” he said, following close behind.
Brantley turned down the hall Daniel had indicated and stepped into a large, light-colored room much like his own at home. White sheets covered a large, high-framed bed with a heavy-looking headboard, and the window was draped with long white curtains.
When Daniel stopped behind him and his hands landed on his waist, Brantley groaned at the hard-on nudging his ass.
“This room reminds me of you… I used to lie on that bed at night and dream about you. But not today,” Daniel whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist to close a fist around Brantley and stroke. “Today I get the real thing.”
Brantley bucked his hips forward. “ Ahh , Jesus, Finn.”
“ Yeah …there it is,” Daniel said, and worked him up and down again. “Again, Brantley. Say it again”
Brantley fucked his aching cock through the tight fist surrounding him and gave Daniel what he wanted. “Finn… fuck , I need more.”
“Yes… More,” Daniel agreed, releasing him to step in front of him and draw him farther into his room.
ONCE DANIEL HAD Brantley by his bed, he slowly went to his knees and drew his boxer briefs down his legs.
He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was in front of Brantley in his bedroom.
He’d been hellbent on getting home, packing a bag, and flying back to track this man down and tell him that he couldn’t go another day without him.
But when he’d stepped off his elevator and seen Brantley standing there, waiting for him at his door, all he’d wanted was to tear his clothes off and get as close to him as humanly possible—and that was exactly what he was about to do now.
Brantley looked fucking breathtaking wearing only a shirt as Daniel tossed the briefs aside and ran a hand up the back of his calf. The man had slid his hands into his hair, where he twisted, and tugged on his head so that Daniel was looking up at him. And all he could think was, God, I love him.
He continued to trail his fingers up behind Brantley’s knee and then farther to his ass.
He then kissed his way along Brantley’s inner thigh, and he thrust forward, as Daniel cupped his ass cheeks and pulled his hips closer.
With a wicked tongue, he traced the underside of his cock.
A hiss of air left Brantley and his fingers flexed.
“Mhmm…” He loved the scent of him, so Daniel nuzzled his nose into the short hair surrounding the base of his shaft before he ran his lips back up to the flushed head.
He sucked on the tip, and when Brantley’s fingers flattened to cradle the back of his head and urge him down, Daniel closed his eyes and swallowed him into his mouth.
“Finn…” he groaned, and punched his hips forward as he tightened his fingers in his hair.
He raised his head, dragging his lips off Brantley’s luscious cock, and made sure to tongue the pre-cum from the flushed head. Then he lowered again.
“Oh… Fuck, Finn.”
And nothing had sounded hotter than Brantley cursing out his name.
brANTLEY WASN’T SURE he could last much longer with what Daniel was doing to him. He had his legs spread wide, Daniel’s hands were squeezing and teasing his ass crack, and his hot, wet mouth was now sucking on his balls.
The fingers on his ass cheeks inched closer to his heated crevice, and he was positive that, if Daniel wanted what he thought he did, then he needed to stop or it was going to be all fucking over.
As if he’d heard Brantley’s thoughts, Daniel raised his head, looked up at him with an illicit grin, and got to his feet.
“Get on the bed. Leave the shirt,” he told him, and Brantley did so without a second thought, crawling up on his hands and his knees, and Daniel was right there, crowding in over and behind him.
As Brantley lay down on his stomach, Daniel followed. Then he circled his wrists and drew them up and over Brantley’s head. He pinned them there against the mattress and was rubbing his entire body over Brantley in a way that had him closing his eyes and arching back into that erotic body massage.
“I was coming home to pack, you know. I was coming here to get my shit and fly home. Fly home to you, to tell you I wasn’t going to walk the fuck away again without a fight.”
Brantley turned his head on the pillow to face him. When their eyes connected, he saw the sincerity there, the truth in Daniel’s words, and in that moment, he lost every part of himself to the man. Then Daniel lowered his head and nipped at his lips.
“Instead, I got off the elevator and found you. Standing at my door, waiting for me. Well, I’ve got you now, and you know what I want?
I want to sink inside you and forgot how fucking lonely this bed was last night, and then I want to fall asleep there so I can wake up to do it all over again and again,” he said, punctuating his words by sliding his cock along Brantley’s crack. “What do you think about that?”
Arrogance. That was what Daniel now had in spades, and it was currently pushing every button Brantley never knew he had. Because he wanted to do nothing more than follow every damn order.
“Yes,” he moaned as Daniel released him and he heard a rustling sound.
“Stay right there.”
With his hands still in place, and wearing only his shirt, Brantley clasped his left fingers over his right and waited there. The room then plunged into silence except for his and Daniel’s labored breathing.
His curiosity almost got the better of him until he felt Daniel’s palms on his naked hips.
They were splayed wide as they glided up over his waist, shoving his shirt up his ribs in a sensual caress that came close to making him cry out and demand more.
But then Daniel’s hands smoothed up his arms so he could entwine their fingers, and his large, naked frame shifted in behind Brantley and the covered length of his cock grazed the crack of his ass.
Brantley groaned and pressed his forehead into the pillow—Daniel felt amazing weighing him down into the mattress.
“I love having you like this. It’s such a fucking rush. You under me . Just like you were always supposed to be.”
Brantley squeezed his fingers so hard that he thought he might break them as he thrust his hips down, stroking himself against the bed beneath him for some friction.
Then teeth sank into his shoulder and his eyes slid shut from all of the body-to-body contact.
He never wanted the moment to end, yet he wanted more all at the same time.
Daniel brought one of his hands down to his lower back and trailed his fingers in a feather-light caress across Brantley’s sensitive skin, making him shudder.
“You want me, Brantley?”
God…so fucking much.
“Tell me. I want to hear you tell me you can’t live without me.”
He gritted his teeth and curled his hands into fists. “Yes. I want you. It feels like I’ve wanted you forever, Finn.”
The fingers tracing a line along his lower back pushed their way down the hot, furrowed path of his ass to where he most wanted Daniel, and when one of those fingers probed for entry, he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.
Daniel stretched him slowly and methodically, and just when Brantley thought he couldn’t take any more, he heard him whisper, “Open your legs for me.”
He automatically spread his legs and arched his hips back. The thick head of Daniel’s cock brushed his hole, and a hand landed on his hip as Daniel grazed his lips across his neck, making him moan.
As Daniel rocked forward and pushed for entry, he kissed Brantley’s ear and tightened his other hand over the top of his curled fingers, which were still raised above his head. “Be sure, Brantley… Because I’m not walking away from you again. Do you hear me?”
Brantley turned his head at that, and as their eyes met, he knew they both understood one another this time.
Finally, they were both exactly where they needed to be, and as he whispered, “I’m sure,” Daniel slowly slid inside him, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully lodged within Brantley’s body.
The hand over Brantley’s fists clenched and the one on his hip flexed, and that was all the warning he got before Daniel pulled out of him and slammed back inside.
“Finn,” he groaned as his body widened around Daniel’s thick length.
“Again. I want to hear it again.”
“Finn.”
“Yes,” Daniel growled, and released Brantley’s hands to kneel behind him. He pulled him to his hands and knees and got a firm grip of both of his hips before thrusting inside once more. “ Again .”
Over and over, they went back and forth demanding from each other what they needed and wanted, and when it became impossible to not touch himself, Brantley lowered a hand and started to work his aching flesh.
Daniel was ruthless in the way he took him then, like a man out of his mind to prove a point, then he came down over him and demanded in his ear, “Who have I always belonged to? Who should I always be with?” Brantley knew exactly which point that was.
“Me, Finn. You’re mine and I’m yours. Always,” he said, then he reached back and clasped Daniel’s thigh as he bottomed out, stiffened inside him, and came right along with him, while he shouted his name.
Never had he been so thoroughly taken in all of his life, and as he fell onto the mattress beneath him, Daniel followed, still wrapped around him, just as he had promised he would.
And Brantley knew he was just getting started.