Alibi (Brantley Walker Off the Books #5) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,88

lust darkening his light brown eyes, knew it had been too long for both of them.

Although they had their own bedroom, they hadn’t been intimate. Brantley knew Reese was hesitant with the team nearby, so he had refrained from pushing the issue. Although he couldn’t give less of a shit whether anyone overheard them, he knew Reese was more private about those things.

Reese leaned in for a kiss, lingering briefly. “I want you in my mouth.”

Brantley sucked in a sharp breath at the insistence in the words. Reese still had the ability to surprise him in moments like this. The longer they were together, the more dominant Reese was becoming, and when he flexed those muscles, Brantley never knew what was in store for him.

But he damn sure looked forward to finding out.

Relaxing against the wall, Brantley let his head fall to the side as Reese’s lips trailed along his neck, lower. Every so often Reese would nip his skin, making him hiss in another breath. When those teeth tugged not so gently on Brantley’s nipple, he groaned low in his throat.

He managed to lift his head, watching as Reese eased down to his knees at Brantley’s feet. Although it would’ve been easy to let Reese remain in control, to sit back as the man blew his mind with that exquisite mouth, he knew Reese enjoyed a firm hand from time to time, too. When Reese leaned in, wrapping his lips around his cock, Brantley palmed Reese’s head firmly, holding him in place.

Those golden-brown eyes met Brantley’s and held while he pumped his hips, holding Reese’s head perfectly still and using his mouth for his own pleasure.

“You look so fuckin’ good with my cock in your mouth,” he muttered, still holding Reese’s gaze. “Suck me. Hard.”

Reese did, taking him to the root before releasing him slowly.

Brantley pulled him forward, so his cock would bump the back of his throat, then released him. Again and again, slow and deep, he fucked Reese’s face as he watched every glorious second. Brantley could’ve easily reached the peak of ecstasy, but he opted to go slow, to drag it out, because there was no sense rushing when they had a couple of hours.

Pulling out of Reese’s mouth, he helped him back to his feet, flipped their positions, then let himself be used in the same manner. He swallowed Reese’s thick cock over and over, loving those guttural moans that echoed in the small space.

Looked as though Reese was on the same page, because he opted to hold back, too. For a few minutes, they focused on getting clean while their hands roamed, teasing and tormenting.

Once they turned the water off, Brantley stepped out of the shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror above the vanity and an idea came to him.

He didn’t give Reese time to dry off, instead, manhandling him so that he was bent over that vanity while Brantley moved in behind him. He stroked himself once, twice, groaning from the sensation. He was hard as steel and eager to feel the heat of Reese’s body enveloping him.

While their eyes met in the mirror, Brantley grabbed the lube, prepared Reese for penetration, then guided himself home. He loved the way Reese held his stare, not afraid to let Brantley see every emotion as it flittered across his face.

Brantley let himself get lost in the sensation, riding Reese hard as he was flooded with pleasure. It didn’t take long before they were both grunting and groaning, Brantley slamming in deeper and deeper, until he couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck,” he bit out, impaling Reese one final time as his cock erupted.

The instant he’d drained himself, Brantley pulled out and dropped to his knees, urging Reese to turn around. When he did, Brantley opened his mouth, took Reese to the hilt, then accepted the punishing thrusts as Reese chased his own release.

“Fuck, yes, Brantley,” Reese groaned. “Swallow me.” He growled softly, thrust forward one final time, and came right down Brantley’s throat.

Sated, at least temporarily, Brantley grabbed a towel, tossed another to Reese, and proceeded to dry off.

“We’ve still got an hour and a half. I say we grab some lunch, then do that again.”

Reese’s response was a grin, followed by, “We’ll see.”

*

After spending their allotted time sating their urges, Reese was almost grateful the team had returned.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed being used and sensually abused by Brantley. He absolutely did. But he’d been worn out after the third round and too proud