Mission: Without a Trace - Nicole Edwards Page 0,50

every way.

He worked him for long minutes, sucking, laving, inching lower. He took Reese’s heavy sac into his mouth, sucking his balls, listening to the tortured groans, feeling the thrash of Reese’s big body. And when he licked over Reese’s taint, that enormous body went stone still. Brantley didn’t stop. He shouldered Reese’s knees toward his chest, bending him in half, then used his hands to hold him in place before he dragged his tongue over his anus.

“Oh, fuck,” Reese hissed.

Yeah, he was just getting started.

Brantley rimmed him first, exciting the nerve endings before he stabbed his tongue deep. Reese cried out, pulling his knees closer to his chest. Brantley took that as encouragement, parting Reese’s ass cheeks and working him over until Reese was warning him he would come.

He forced himself to pull back, to sit on his haunches, fumbling for the condom, finding the lubricant.

Kneeling at Reese’s side, Brantley was shocked when Reese propped himself up and leaned over to take Brantley’s cock in his mouth. While the man’s skilled mouth did glorious things to him, Brantley slicked two fingers and worked them into Reese’s ass. Slowly, gently. He let Reese set the pace, gauging by the moans, the subtle vibrations that shot through his cock thanks to the blessed heat of Reese’s mouth still wrapped firmly around him.

When Reese flopped back down, his hips pumping against the fingers impaling him, Brantley repositioned so he could align their bodies in the most intimate of ways. He rolled on the condom, lubed himself by stroking firmly, his eyes on Reese.

“You want me, Reese?” Brantley generously lubed Reese’s asshole again, pushing two fingers in deep, scissoring them. “You want to feel me inside you?”

A shudder racked Reese’s body even as he nodded. “God, yes.”

Knowing he had to go slow, Brantley recalled every ounce of control he possessed, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.

Reese groaned.

“Relax,” he urged, leaning forward, forcing Reese’s legs toward his chest once more.

Brantley held himself over this sexy, beautiful man, palms planted firmly by his head so he could watch every expression.

Seconds turned to minutes until time became obsolete. The only thing that mattered was the wicked heat that engulfed him as he inched deeper inside the man. He was careful, so fucking careful. The goal was pleasure, not pain.

“More?”

“Yes … fuck yes. More.” Reese’s hands came up, curling around Brantley’s wrists as their eyes met, held. “Everything.”

Brantley had a feeling Reese Tavoularis was going to be the death of him, but fuck if he could bring himself to care.

If this was the end for him, what a hell of a way to go.

***

Breath-stealing pain morphed with mind-numbing pleasure as Reese forced himself to relax, to take Brantley deep inside his body.

He was panting, his heart pounding, but he didn’t want to stop. He could see the tension in the corded muscles of Brantley’s neck, knew he was holding back, intent to make it good for him. Reese focused on breathing, inhale, exhale, until the pleasure choked out the pain, his body acclimating to the intrusion.

And while it didn’t exactly feel good—yet—Reese was overwhelmed by a pleasure he’d never known. Here with Brantley … it was the only place he wanted to be. Their eyes connecting … it was more than sex, more than Reese giving his body to this man. He was giving himself. In every way.

Brantley grunted and groaned as his hips reversed, his cock retreating before sinking in once more.

“More,” Reese pleaded, attempting to rock his hips. “Don’t need slow.”

He felt Brantley’s gaze boring into him, the man’s face hovering over his as they stared back at one another. It was intense, the eye contact. It was a connection he hadn’t felt before, one he wanted to feel again and again. Today, tomorrow, forever. Reese never wanted this to stop.

And it didn’t. The intensity increased as Brantley began fucking him. Harder, deeper.

It was then that the pleasure came. The sensations rocking him, making his skin feel too small for his body. Every so often, Brantley’s cock would brush something sensitive inside him, making him light-headed from the pleasure of it all. His cock was rock hard.

“Reese…”

God, he loved the way Brantley said his name. More so, he loved the way Brantley’s tight leash on his control seemed to snap when they were together. It was dangerously close now even as the man continued to make love to him. He knew that was what this was. Making love. Not sex for the