Deadly Coincidence (Brantley Walker Off the Books #4) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,16
loved watching the pleasure contort Reese’s handsome features as he accepted Brantley’s touch. It was how they’d started out. Slow and easy. Taking their time, introducing Reese to this new realm where a man could bring him pleasure despite what he’d thought he wanted all his life.
“Brantley…”
“Tell me, baby,” he whispered, still watching him. “What do you need from me?”
“More.”
“More what?”
“Everything.”
Brantley leaned in, licked Reese’s lips until his mouth opened, allowing him inside. He explored him, loving the way Reese allowed him to remain in control, trusting him to give him the pleasure Brantley knew he needed.
He swallowed Reese’s soft moans as he continued to rock his hips, their cocks gently rubbing, friction intensifying.
“You want to feel my mouth?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He nipped Reese’s lower lip. “You want me to suck you?”
He ground his hips down, increasing the pressure, the friction. “Tell me.”
“You’re gonna make me come.”
“Not yet,” he warned. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”
Brantley trailed his lips down the hard line of Reese’s jaw, over the corded muscles in his neck, lower. He paused long enough to jerk Reese’s shirt up roughly, exposing the smooth, hard wall of his chest. While Reese undulated and squirmed, Brantley tortured and tormented with his lips and tongue and teeth. He laved and nipped Reese’s nipples, licked and sucked his hot skin as he ventured lower.
When Reese started to take his shirt off, Brantley told him to leave it on. He liked seeing Reese like this. Mostly dressed but exposed. Sweatpants pushed down to his thighs, shirt up high on his chest. More importantly, he knew Reese enjoyed it, too.
Shifting lower, he kissed his way down Reese’s flat, rigid stomach, following the trail of soft hair that led to the treasure reserved only for him.
He teasingly flicked the sensitive head of Reese’s cock with his tongue, then licked the velvety smooth length again and again.
“Brantley…” Reese grunted, thrusting his hips up. “Suck me.” He growled low in his throat. “Quit teasin’. Put your mouth on me.”
He did. Enveloping Reese’s throbbing cock in his mouth, sucking him down to the root, holding him there before releasing him. Brantley repeated the action, long, slow draws, listening to the guttural groans that rumbled inside Reese as the pleasure assaulted him.
He fucking loved this man. Every damn thing about him. And he especially loved that he could give him pleasure and that Reese was unabashed when it came to accepting it.
Brantley maneuvered Reese’s sweatpants farther down his legs, leaving them around his ankles and using the soft cotton to position Reese how he wanted him, forcing his knees toward his chest, feet in the air, exposing him more.
While Reese groaned, Brantley blew cool air on his balls and anus before leaning in and licking him.
“Oh, fuck … so good. So … good.”
He knew how much Reese enjoyed his wicked tongue, so he worked him into a frenzy, tongue-fucking him for long minutes while Reese’s hips pitched and plunged in his attempt to get more.
“Brantley! Oh, fuck… Fuck me. Fuck. Me.”
He knew a demand when he heard one, and he couldn’t resist, his cock so fucking hard it throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Using his own saliva as lube, Brantley shifted to his knees, guided his cock against the tight ring, and pushed in slow, deep. He watched Reese’s face to ensure he wasn’t causing undue pain. If he’d been prepared, he would’ve brought the lube from the bedroom, but he hadn’t anticipated this.
“You want me to get lube?” he offered, inching in deeper, going painfully slow, praying Reese said no because he wasn’t sure he could pause long enough.
To his shock, Reese’s hands curled around his hips, jerking him forward until he bottomed out.
Brantley grunted, the overwhelming pleasure, the exquisite heat of Reese’s body threatening to drain him dry before he was ready.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He shifted, getting into a better position, adding more saliva as he retreated slowly.
After a few strokes, the pre-cum leaking from his cock helped lube the way, allowing him to slide in deeper, faster, the blistering heat of Reese’s body making his head spin and his heart race.
“Hard. Er,” Reese growled roughly. “Now.”
He gave him what he needed, slamming home, retreating, slamming in again. Over and over, he fucked Reese, driving them both straight up to the razor-sharp edge until the pleasure overwhelmed. The electricity