Page 19 of Barn Burner (Love The Game #2)

Jesse

I wrap my arm around Brayden’s abdomen and press my chest tight to his back, moving my leg until it’s nestled between his until our skin is touching from thigh to ankle. The new position causes my hard cock to slide between his cheeks, and I let out a deep, low groan.

“Mhm.” His hand finds mine where it’s tucked beneath his pillow, and he laces our fingers together. “I’ve missed waking up next to you,” he murmurs sleepily.

“Me too,” I mumble into the back of his neck. I trail my lips over his warm skin, running my nose through the soft hair on the back of his head to his ear.

We didn’t get to sleep until the early hours, too busy making up for the seven weeks we’ve been apart by exploring each other’s bodies and making each other come multiple times.

I’m pretty sure I blacked out after the third time. My cock was so sensitive I couldn’t even let the comforter touch my skin.

Brayden grinds back against me, shifting his hips so my cock slides up and down his crease.

“Brayden,” I growl and nip the shell of his ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“That’s what I’m hoping we’ll both be doing soon,” he says, his voice still raspy from sleep. He lets out a gasp when the head of my cock brushes against his hole.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Insatiable. Desperate. Have a never-ending craving for you.”

I reach down to take hold of his cock. I give him a few slow, languid pumps. The feel of my hand sliding over the warm, velvety feel of his shaft has my cock dripping precome, and the grind of his hips causes it to smear over his hole.

We took a shower before we ended up passing out, but with how we were going last night, his hole is still lax, and I could easily ease my cock inside of him again if I get some lube.

“Do it,” he demands. He reaches around with his other hand to grab my ass, urging me to thrust harder against him. “Please.”

Pressing a kiss to the soft skin behind his ear, I whisper, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Jesse. I want to feel you all day.”

With a growl, I let go of his cock and roll over to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table.

Squirting a generous amount onto my fingers, I apply it to his hole, making sure he’s fully ready for me, before coating my cock.

I grip the base of my shaft and press the head against his rim, easing myself in slowly.

My head tips back on a groan as I breach the first ring of muscle.

No matter how many times we have sex, it blows my mind just how good Brayden feels.

We fit together in perfect symmetry. Like he was made for me.

I move my hips in slow, shallow thrusts, conscious that while he might be wanting this, I still don’t want to hurt him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, low and husky.

I hide my face in his neck, grazing my teeth over his tendons, smiling against his heated skin when he shivers.

When I bottom out, I hold him tighter. There isn’t an inch of space between us. We’re connected from our head to our feet, and I wish I could stay like this forever.

I pepper kisses along the column of his neck as I begin to move.

His hole grips me in the most delicious way with every stroke of my cock.

He keeps trying to pick up the speed, but no matter how many times he thrusts back against me, I don’t go any faster.

There’s something so sensual about having sex in the morning.

Your body is so relaxed from sleep, it almost heightens your senses.

Every caress of my tip against his prostate has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Every squeeze of his muscles around me sends a heated shiver down my spine.

My balls are so full and heavy, but every time I get close, I ease off, tamping down my release before doing it again.

I’m aware I’m edging myself, and I’m going to come like a geyser, but I want to revel in this moment of uninterrupted time with Brayden.

We’re going to be apart for weeks, and I want to treasure every second.

Brayden’s hand finds the side of my head, and he threads his fingers through my hair.

“Touch me,” he begs.

“What’s that?” I growl, knowing full well what he asked but wanting him to really beg for it.

“Touch me, please, Jesse,” he pleads.

I tug his lobe between my teeth and wrap my fingers around his cock. “Mhm, such a good boy.”

His pleasured gasp has my balls tightening. I jack his cock in the same slow rhythm as the deep thrusts of my hips.

“Ah, fuck, yes! Jesse, I’m gonna come,” he pants, arching his back into me.

His cock throbs in my palm as pleasure rushes down my spine, triggering my orgasm.

I spill into him as the warmth of his come covers my hand.

My name is a hymn falling from his lips, and I bite down on the skin where his shoulder meets his neck.

I stroke him until he’s writhing and gasping for air, and keep my cock nestled deep inside him.

Last night was the first time we had sex with nothing between us as we shared our test results with one another, and watching my come drip down his perineum to his balls unlocked something primal in me.

I want him to carry me with him all day, to go on about his day with the constant reminder that my come is still inside him. Marked as mine.

“Do you have a plug?” I find myself asking. Brayden is always very open with his likes and desires, and he gets off on hearing mine.

“Yeah, in the drawer,” he replies. “There’s a glass one in there.”

I go to roll over, but he grips hold of my arm. He glances over his shoulder, and our eyes meet in the low light.

“If I hadn’t just come so hard I think my IQ has dropped, I’d probably nut again knowing you want to plug your come inside me.”

Taking hold of his chin, I slide my tongue into his mouth. My spent cock throbs appreciatively as we kiss.

I make sure my cock doesn’t slip out of his hole as I roll over to open the drawer.

My hand finds the smooth, cold plug, and I curl my body around Brayden’s and ease him onto his front.

Shifting onto my knees either side of his legs, I ease my softening cock free, and a growl reverberates deep inside my chest at the sight of my release.

I use my finger to push it back inside of him, earning a pleasured groan from Brayden.

When he begins to get restless, I ease the plug inside him, then knead his ass cheeks.

I massage down the backs of his thighs, then back up to dig my thumbs into the crease at the bottom of his ass cheeks.

“Is it wrong of me that I fucking love your ass?” I ask. “Especially now nobody will know you’re walking around full of my come.”

“Fuck, Jesse,” he curses, slowly lifting himself up until he’s propped up on an elbow. “You’ve gotta stop talking to me like that unless you wanna go for round five.”

Smirking, I let my eyes drop to his cock, which is already starting to thicken. “It’s a good thing I also love the taste of you, too, isn’t it?”

I motion with one hand on Brayden’s shoulder for him to roll over and lie down on his back then settle between his spread thighs.

“ Jesse ,” he whimpers as I lower my head and suck the head of his cock into my mouth and make him see stars once again.

Brayden shifts in his seat, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles, adjusting his sweatpants for the twentieth time since we dropped Cooper and Rhett off at the arena to pick up Rhett’s truck.

I gave my mom the heads-up that Brayden would be coming, and I’m pretty sure she’s gone all out.

He doesn’t need to be back in the city until 11:00 a.m. tomorrow, so he packed a bag and decided he wanted to spend the night at the ranch with me.

I’m not complaining, but I hope the commute isn’t going to cause havoc on his preparation. He doesn’t have a game for three days, but I don’t want him to slip because of me.

“You’ve gotta admit, it is kinda funny,” I reply, reaching over to give his cock a squeeze.

He quickly smacks my hand away. “I swear, Jesse, if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be held responsible for my actions.”

“And what actions are those?” I tease.

He narrows his eyes at me and purses his lips. “It’s a good thing I like you.”

I press my lips together, trying to disguise my smile. “It is. Because I like you, too.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, so I take pity on him and keep my hands to myself for the rest of the drive.

When we pull into a spot by the main house, my mom comes bursting out of the door, arms waving in the air.

“Brayden!” she squeals and wraps her arms around him as soon as he’s out of the car. “Oh, you little superstar. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished, and it just shows what a great upbringing you had that you’re still humble even with the fame and fortune.”

I roll my eyes, but Brayden takes it all in his stride.

“Aw, thanks, Sara. I’m really sorry I kept it from you. I just…” He shakes his head. “I was going through a tough time, and it was the last thing I wanted to think about, so it was easier for me to ignore it so I could work through some stuff.”

She waves him off. “There’s no need to apologize, sweetie. Although there will be if you tell me you don’t like flapper pie.”

“I have no idea what that is, but I like pie, so that’s promising, right?”

That seems to please her because she hooks her arm in his and all but drags him inside, where she’s prepared what looks like a mini Thanksgiving dinner. There’s a cooked ham, a selection of vegetables, and some potatoes.

“You couldn’t be with us for Thanksgiving, so we’re having another one so you can be included,” she tells him, and the look of appreciation that appears on his face hits me straight in the chest.

I’m falling for him, and I’m falling for him hard.

Cooper and Rhett arrive shortly after us, and the kitchen turns into chaos. We eat, and Brayden shares stories from when he played hockey in England to what it was like representing his country in the Olympics.

The entire time, I’m unable to keep my eyes off him. I know this road is going to be tough, and there’s going to be times where the distance gets between us, but I genuinely cannot see myself spending the rest of my life with anyone else.

I just hope he feels the same.

While Brayden insists on helping Mom and Rhett clean up, I head into the barn to check on the horses and give them their supper. I don’t know how much time has passed when the back door to the barn opens, and Brayden walks in.

“Hey, you ready to head home?” he asks, and that one little word has me freezing in my spot.

Home .

Did he just refer to my house as home?

My pulse kicks up, and I give a jerky nod.

I wash my hands, and then we make our way to Brayden’s car.

He drives the short distance to my house, and when he parks next to my truck, I jump out and round the car.

The second he shuts the door, I bend down and hook my arms around the back of his thighs.

He lets out a confused noise, and then I’m lifting him up over my shoulder.

“Jesse!” His laughter echoes around the nighttime air. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted me to throw you over my shoulder and have my way with you?” I say, and then I give his ass a hard slap, knowing it’ll cause the plug to brush against his prostate.

His loud moan travels straight to my cock, and I have to adjust myself to walk up the porch steps to my door.

“Seeing as you’ve been such a good boy wearing my come all day, it’s time you got your reward. ”