Mission: Without a Trace - Nicole Edwards Page 0,4

Ensuring Brantley had better access, he tilted his head, inhaled sharply when Brantley nipped him.

This was what he thought about in the dark of night when he’d been sleeping alone this past week. Brantley. His touch, his taste, his smell. The man had overwhelmed his senses, made him ache.

That sensuous mouth moved to his once more, nibbled and licked before he pulled back. Their eyes met, held for long moments, and Reese could see the intent, knew what was coming next.

“I want you in my mouth,” Brantley rasped as he relaxed against him.

Reese took his weight easily, keeping his hands up as Brantley’s palms slid down his arms, over his shoulders, onto the muscles of his back, lower, pausing on his hips.

He knew Brantley was waiting for the go-ahead, wouldn’t proceed until Reese was in agreement. It was the slow route Brantley was taking, easing Reese into this new experience.

“Put your mouth on me, Brantley.”

Reese probably should’ve recognized the relief that had Brantley’s shoulders relaxing, but he didn’t. He was too focused on the way Brantley slid down to his knees, Brantley’s thick chest never leaving Reese’s skin as it brushed over the front of him. It felt so fucking good to be touched like this, by a man who knew what he wanted.

“Watch me,” Brantley ordered, peering up at him as he palmed the backs of Reese’s thighs.

With Brantley kneeling between his feet, there was no space between them, another way for Brantley to ensure Reese remained in the moment. Reese wasn’t sure it was necessary. He was hyperaware of Brantley at all times. But in moments like this, he didn’t mind the contact. It soothed the anxiety that still crept in. Why his nerves rioted when they were intimate, he wasn’t sure. Probably had something to do with the fact he didn’t want to disappoint this man. While Reese hadn’t been with a man before him, the same could not be said for Brantley.

“Watch. Me.”

Reese’s eyes shot open, focusing on Brantley as his lips parted and wrapped Reese’s cock in delectable warmth.

“Fuck.” His arms slid down so he could cup Brantley’s head, loving the bristle of his short hair against his palms.

As seconds turned to minutes, Reese endured the exquisite torture of being sucked and licked; all the while, he stared down at the sexy SEAL. He was in awe of the picture he painted. So fucking handsome, so damn cocky. Those were traits Reese was definitely attracted to, but it was Brantley’s ability to own him that did him in.

Feeling emboldened by the eyes imploring him, the mouth working him to the point of distraction, Reese tightened his grip on Brantley’s head, pulling him in as he pushed his hips forward.

The deep rumble that came from Brantley spurred him on.

“Let me fuck your face,” Reese groaned. “Fuck … your mouth … feels so damn good.”

More rumbles sent vibrations through his shaft. His balls drew up tight to his body. He was close, so damn close.

Brantley’s hands fell from where they’d been clinging to his thighs and Reese was given free rein to drive his hips forward. He took what Brantley offered, fucking his mouth, taking all the pleasure the man was so willing to give him. He still didn’t understand this overwhelming need he felt, but he wasn’t questioning it, either.

“Brantley … goddamn … I’m gonna come.”

The rumble that came next sounded a hell of a lot like encouragement. It was enough to send him over. Reese drove his cock into Brantley’s mouth one final time, his body twitching and jerking as he came. His breaths slammed out of him, and by the time he was drained, he was boneless, the wall at his back and the man getting to his feet the only reasons he was still standing.

“Christ…” he said on a choppy exhale.

Brantley’s eyes glittered and that devilish smirk sent another shudder through Reese.

But before Brantley could turn away, Reese did something he hadn’t yet done. He reached for him, pulling him in and crushing his lips to Brantley’s. As he expected, Brantley held back until Reese nipped his lower lip.

“Kiss me,” he commanded. “Damn it, Brantley.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the demand in his tone or Brantley’s desire to do so, but Brantley’s mouth slammed over his, their tongues colliding. He could taste himself on Brantley’s tongue, knew that was the reason the man had been holding back. Although he appreciated Brantley’s efforts to be concerned for him, to worry that they were