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rumbles that escaped, watching the flex of his abdomen as he rolled his hips in an effort to get Brantley’s full attention where he wanted it.

“Brantley…”

“You like when I play with your nipples.” It wasn’t a question. They both knew it was true. The man was super sensitive, another thing Brantley found ridiculously hot.

“Ahh, God,” Reese groaned loudly. “Suck me, Brantley. Let me feel your mouth on me.”

Because he asked so nicely, Brantley gave Reese what he wanted. But he wasn’t aiming to make him come. Not right away.

No, the pleasure for both of them was in the pace. Brantley took his time, licking, sucking, reacquainting himself with every delicious inch of his rock-hard shaft, the wide head, his heavy sac. He worked Reese for the longest time, light licks followed by forceful suction. Up, down, around. By the time Reese was thrusting his hips, Brantley was ready for him. A strong, demanding hand palmed his head, holding him in place while Reese fucked his mouth, taking his pleasure from him.

When Reese came, it was with a throaty moan and Brantley’s name falling from his lips.

Best damn dessert he’d ever had.

***

Reese woke before the sun was up, content to find Brantley still sleeping beside him. He knew the man had difficulty sleeping, but it seemed he did better when Reese was around. And if that wasn’t a boost to his ego, he wasn’t sure what was.

Rather than get up and get the day underway, Reese spooned behind Brantley, unable to ignore the way his cock hardened even more as he molded himself to all that smooth, warm flesh.

“Mmm,” Brantley mumbled, reaching back and sliding his hand down Reese’s thigh. “Mornin’.”

“Not a good mornin’?” Reese whispered, kissing Brantley’s shoulder.

“Not yet, but it’s certainly goin’ that direction.”

Chuckling, he continued his exploration with his tongue and lips, spurred by the soft rumbles coming from the sexy man tucked up against him. He paused only when Brantley leaned away, reaching for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand. Because he didn’t offer a condom, Reese took it to mean he wanted to be teased, so he urged Brantley onto his stomach.

“Spread your legs,” he mumbled, brushing his lips over Brantley’s shoulder.

His legs widened, allowing Reese to slide his fingers down the crack of his ass. He used only his fingers to fondle Brantley’s hole, working in deep, earning more grunts and groans.

“Do you like when I do this?” he asked, not sure what was prompting him to be quite so verbal.

“Fuck, yes,” Brantley groaned, his body rocking in an attempt to get him to go faster.

Things progressed from there. Hotter, so fucking hot as Reese impaled Brantley with three fingers, the man’s hips rocking, his cock trapped beneath him as he ground his hips into the mattress. Reese continued to kiss his neck and shoulders, letting Brantley’s guttural groans work him into a frenzy. Next thing Reese knew, he was mounting Brantley, gliding the head of his dick against the tight entrance to his ass.

“Brantley,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead against Brantley’s shoulder, resisting the urge to impale him. “I need to be inside you.”

Brantley shifted as though giving him permission.

Reese angled his cock, pushed his hips forward, breaching Brantley’s hole.

“Fuck…” He was so fucking hot. The feel of his body clamping down on him…

It was too much but not nearly enough.

“Fuck, yes,” Brantley groaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me, Reese.”

It felt … so fucking good. Better than good. Hell, better than anything he’d ever felt before. He sank in deeper. Slow. Easy. Working himself to the hilt before retreating. He tried to maintain the pace, wanting to savor the intensity that coursed through him from the blistering heat. The control he had on himself snapped as he drove into Brantley, fucking him harder, faster. Up on his knees now, Reese gripped Brantley’s hips, jerking him back as he watched his cock penetrate him.

It was then he realized why it felt obscenely better than the last time.

No condom.

“Oh, fuck,” he bit out, halting his movements, buried all the way inside Brantley. “No condom. Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. So fucking—”

Brantley’s hand slapped down on his thigh. “Fuck me, Reese. I trust you and you can goddamn well trust me. Fuck. Me.”

Because there was absolutely no question as to whether he trusted Brantley, Reese did as Brantley demanded. He fucked him. Hard. He lost complete control, loving the overwhelming heat that consumed him as he drove them both to heights Reese had only ever found