Neutral Zone Trap - Bianca Sommerland Page 0,8

at you. I see the man who promised to fuck me.” He’d never cared about being naked in front of a chick, but being naked now had him completely vulnerable. Part of his mind always reminded him he should want the woman. That he should make things good for her. And he did. But tonight wasn’t about that. And he hoped Ryan couldn’t look at him and just walk away. “Promised to ruin me for anyone else.”

“Oh, I will. But I should’ve been worried about pictures. About what being seen with you could do to me.”

“Are you?”

“Not right now I’m not.” Ryan placed his hands on Braxton’s shoulders. “Don’t move. I need to taste you.”

The pressure of Ryan’s lips had Braxton closing his eyes and savoring the heat, the subtly sweet, heady taste of Ryan’s mouth, the way his lips and tongue sparked a fierce desire he’d never known before. He’d had a crush on Hunt, but one kiss from Ryan and the other man was erased from his mind. Less than a memory.

All that remained was Ryan. The way he guided Braxton with the smooth dip of his tongue. His fingers digging into Braxton’s hips as he drew him even closer, biting his bottom lip, gliding his hands up Braxton’s back and into his hair, tugging until Braxton was melting against him, drinking in every sensation as though he couldn’t exist anywhere but right here, right now.

His lips slipped across Braxton’s cheek, brushing his ear. “Kneel for me. I’ve been wanting that hot mouth on my dick all night.”

Braxton dropped to his knees, inhaling roughly as Ryan unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. Long and thick, dark reddish purple at the head, like he’d been holding back too long. He didn’t wait before pressing against Braxton’s lips, but he tugged Braxton’s hair when he tried to press forward and take him in all the way.

“Slow down. There’s no rush. Not yet.” He stroked Braxton’s cheek. “Tip your head back. I’m going to fuck this sweet mouth until I’m so close I can’t take any more. Then you’ll get a little break. Show me how good you can be for me first.”

Being good sounded perfect. Braxton wanted Ryan to enjoy him. That was most important. He tipped his head back, cursing under his breath when he jerked away on instinct as Ryan slid in too deep.

“You’re doing good. Relax your throat. Swallow around me.” Ryan cupped the back of his head. Pressed in. Deeper, even deeper, then stopped when Braxton gagged. “Swallow. Breathe in as I pull back, then let me in a little more. There.” This time, Ryan drew back before Braxton’s gag reflex kicked in. Thrust forward before it could recover. “Oh fuck, you have the hottest mouth. I could fuck your face over and over, just watching you look up at me like that.” He let out a soft moan and tightened his grip on Braxton’s hair. “A little more. Just take it. Yes, like that.”

The steady stroke of Ryan’s dick over his tongue, going in deeper every time, had desperate noises escaping as Braxton gasped in air. Precum wet the tip of his dick, cooling in the soft breeze coming from an open window somewhere.

Ryan’s dick throbbed and he pulled away, gripping the base of his dick and holding still for a few beats before stroking the tip over Braxton’s lips. “So good. I’d keep going, but you’re ready to be fucked, aren’t you? Unless you’d rather I come now and torture you until I’m ready to go again.”

That sounded like the best and worst thing and Braxton wasn’t sure how to answer. Knowing he could give Ryan that kind of pleasure made his chest swell and chased away all his insecurity. He loved the taste of Ryan, but he wanted to feel him everywhere. He could have both…

He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and gazed up at Ryan. “I need to know what you want from me.”

Stroking his hair, Ryan nodded slowly. “I see that. Come.” He held out his hand, taking hold of Braxton’s wrist and drawing him to his feet. “I want you in my bed where I can take my time with this gorgeous body. You’re testing my control and we can’t have that.”

Braxton grinned as Ryan tucked himself into his jeans without zipping them and led the way to his bedroom. Like the rest of the house the room was sparsely decorated, all natural colors, dark greens