Deadly Coincidence (Brantley Walker Off the Books #4) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,96

perfectly against him.

The fall into bed took no time at all, and then Brantley found himself pressed into the mattress by Reese’s weight.

He loved this part, when he was awash with sensation. Every single inch of him was aware of Reese. From his smooth, firm lips to his calloused hands, the crisp hair on his legs. Brantley had never paid much attention to those things. For most of his adult life, an orgasm had been the end goal. Relief until the next time the urge overcame him. With Reese, it was about the journey. Getting there was as important as the grand finale.

Because he knew Reese had ventured out of his comfort zone with his request, Brantley figured he could ease him into it. No doubt about it, the thought of Reese looming over him, riding his cock was something he’d fantasized about. Many, many times. But when it came to their lovemaking, Brantley let Reese set the pace, make the suggestions.

Oh, sure, eventually they would be on the same page, and Brantley would have free rein to give and take exactly what he wanted, but he wasn’t willing to rush things. Being that he was the only man Reese had ever been with, he was sensitive to Reese’s hesitation.

Sliding his hands down Reese’s sides, he skimmed his fingers over all the hard muscle and warm skin, over his hip bones, then changing direction and pausing to squeeze the firm globes of Reese’s ass as he ground his hips upward, their cocks aligned almost perfectly. It would’ve been so damn easy to simply dry hump him to completion—something they enjoyed on occasion—but Reese’s request had Brantley holding off.

He let his hands trail down to the backs of Reese’s thighs, then urged Reese to bend his knees until he was straddling Brantley’s hips. His adrenaline was spiking once again, his body and mind already anticipating the hedonistic pleasure he would be shrouded in momentarily.

Luckily, Reese was as eager as he was. The next thing Brantley knew, Reese was sitting astride him, the lube in his hand as he began generously coating Brantley’s cock while they both watched. Sensations assaulted him as that wicked hand stroked firmly, gliding effortlessly up and down, over and over.

Unable to help himself, he reached for Reese’s cock, stroking lightly, ensuring he remained right there on the precipice along with him.

Brantley was pumping his hips before he realized Reese was looking at the bandaged wound on his shoulder.

“It’s fine,” he assured him. “I’m lettin’ you do all the work.”

Reese’s gaze moved to his face.

“But if you keep that up,” he warned, “I’ll come in your hand. I don’t care.”

Reese grinned, those wonderful fingers prying open, releasing him.

When Reese leaned down, Brantley slid his hand behind Reese’s neck, urging his mouth closer.

Damn, but he loved Reese’s mouth.

“Never done this before,” Reese whispered, his breath fanning Brantley’s lips.

“I know.” Brantley nipped Reese’s chin. “And I fuckin’ love that I’m your only.”

And boy did he. Brantley had never known a high quite as great as knowing the man he was with had never been with another man before. Every single one of their experiences was new for Reese. In turn, it made it all the hotter.

When their mouths fused once more, Brantley took over. He shifted lower while jerking Reese’s hips to nudge him up his body. Then finally, he was right where Brantley needed him to be.

“Put your hands beside my head,” he said when their lips parted. “And lift your hips.”

The position allowed Brantley to see Reese’s face, which was exactly what he wanted.

With a firm grip on his cock, he guided Reese with a hand on his hip.

“Sit on me, baby,” he groaned when the head of his dick pressed against Reese’s puckered hole.

Time became nonexistent as Reese eased downward, that tight ring of muscle stretching to take him fully. Brantley never looked away from Reese’s face as their bodies joined intimately.

Fucking perfection. That was what this was. With Reese, it was both heaven and hell. So fucking good it was damn near painful.

His cockhead finally breached the tight ring of muscles, and he held firm, pushing inside the blistering heat of Reese’s body. His breath lodged in his throat momentarily as the pleasure consumed him.

When Reese’s eyes squeezed shut, Brantley ran his hand down his thigh. “Slow. I want you to take all of me.”

And then he did.

Reese’s body enveloped him, wicked heat sending shards of electricity lighting up his spine. He focused on breathing while