down Reese’s jaw, his neck. “All fuckin’ night, the only thing I could think about was touchin’ you.” He nipped Reese’s neck. “Tastin’ you.”
He trailed his lips over Reese’s collarbone, down. Reese moaned when Brantley licked one taut nipple while tweaking the other as Brantley eased down to his knees.
Taking Reese’s cock in his mouth, he stared up at the gorgeous man, enjoying the way Reese’s mouth opened as another moan escaped him. He teased and tormented, taking his time, listening to those rough, needy groans coming out of the man he loved.
“Don’t make me come,” Reese said gruffly, palming Brantley’s head. “Not yet.”
“You have somethin’ else in mind?” he asked, releasing Reese’s hot, velvety flesh from between his lips but not his fist.
“Oh, yeah.” Reese pumped his hips, fucking Brantley’s fist.
“You sure about that?”
“Yes,” Reese huffed with a laugh, pulling out of Brantley’s grasp before urging Brantley to his feet. “And it requires you to be naked.”
“Does it?” Brantley took care of that in a hurry. “Now what’s on the agenda?”
Reese’s smile was both salacious and mischievous, telling Brantley it was going to be a damn good rest of the night.
They eased down onto the bed, hands continuing to roam, lips and tongues melding as they savored one another. Although there was a tension that was building to an ultimate crescendo, Brantley didn’t want it to end, so he maintained a steady pace, backing off when he feared they would get to their destination before he was ready.
“Christ,” Reese breathed out. “I need you so fuckin’ bad. Let me have you, Brantley,” Reese ground out, his tone becoming more demanding.
“You’ve got me.” Brantley nipped Reese’s lower lip. “Tonight and always.”
“Now,” Reese commanded.
It was a side of Reese he’d seen more of in recent weeks. Truthfully, he’d never considered being with an alpha because he was one and ultimately liked being in control. But it worked with Reese somehow. Despite, or maybe because of, that delicate balance.
Without complaint, Brantley conceded control, allowed Reese to take over.
On his back, he was manhandled into place, tormented with Reese’s wicked touch until he was panting and pleading. And the moment Reese drove into him, Brantley was ready, accepting him to the hilt.
He banded his arms around Reese, held him firmly while their tongues thrashed and Reese’s hips pumped.
“Fuck, yes,” Reese mumbled against his lips. “Tight. Hot.” Reese pulled back, stared down at him. “Perfect.”
Brantley held Reese’s gaze. “Don’t make me beg.”
Reese’s grin was wicked, his strokes shifting to slow and shallow.
Brantley grunted, tried to take more of him. “Damn it.”
Reese leaned in, his words a dark rasp when he said, “Beg me.”
“Fuck. Me.” He nipped Reese’s bottom lip. “Now.”
There was no hesitation. Reese pinned Brantley’s hands to the bed, forced his knees up by his chest as he slammed in deep and hard. Brantley relaxed, letting it take him under, allowing the sensation of being filled so brutally to calm his mind and take him to the one place he never wanted to leave. Right here with the man he loved.
“God, yes,” Reese grunted, driving into him over and over, faster, deeper.
Lacing his fingers with Reese’s, Brantley held on for dear life. “Harder, baby.”
Reese hovered over him, drilling his hips down, his cock buried to the hilt with every thrust. Again and again, Brantley was assaulted by a pleasure so intense he wondered how he would survive it.
He held on for as long as he could, content to watch Reese as he chased his own release. By the time they’d both developed a fine sheen of sweat, Brantley was barely hanging on by a thread.
There was no warning when the orgasm ripped through him, shards of electricity racing up his spine.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Reese growled, driving into him one final time as he shouted Brantley’s name.
Accepting Reese’s weight, Brantley held him as they both came down.
“No doubt about it,” Reese rasped, “that was one hell of a way to start the year.”
“Damn straight.” He banded his arms tightly around Reese. “New Year’s resolution: get fucked within an inch of my life every single day.”
Reese lifted his head, grinned widely. “Perhaps we should see how many days in a row we can make that happen.”
“I’m game if you are.”
*
He was drunk.
No, amend that.
He was fucking wasted.
Worst part about it, Baz knew he was, yet he was using it to justify his actions. Hence the reason he was here with this woman he did not know.
“Hence,” he muttered. “Hence. Hints. Sss. Hensss-uh. Hen. Sa. Such