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With slow, methodical pulls of his flesh, Daniel let his eyes trail from Brantley’s lap up over his naked abs to the hair covering his chest, and when he finally got to that tense face, those stunning eyes were focused on the hand he had shoved inside his briefs.
Using his other hand, Daniel slipped his thumb into the elastic and drew them down his thigh so his cock was finally free and visible, and with his attention still fixated on his pelvis, Brantley licked his lips like he was dying to taste him.
No problem. In fact,Daniel thought as he flicked his eyes to the clock hanging on the wall,that’s perfect.
“Brantley?”
When Brantley’s eyes found his, Daniel couldn’t help running his fist up his pulsing length. He was a fucking sight down there. Listening to every word Daniel was saying and, even better, doing it.
“Come here…”
As those two words echoed in the kneeling man’s hallway, Daniel clamped his fingers around the root of his shaft and beckoned for Brantley to come closer with his other hand.
This time when Brantley rose to his knees, Daniel allowed it. Then he took his chin between his fingers, tilting his face up slightly. As Brantley’s eyes darkened and he brought his hands up to balance them on his thighs, a thrill ran down Daniel’s spine to his balls.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Brantley’s lips parted, and he took in a deep breath. Yes, he wanted in there—right fucking now. With one hand holding that beautifully masculine face in place, he used his other to direct the wet head of his cock to those waiting lips.
As soon as he was close enough, Brantley flicked his tongue over his slit, and Daniel bit down on his lip so hard that he’d likely drawn blood.
The groan that escaped him had Brantley’s eyes flying up to his, and when a cocky-as-fuck smirk tugged at the corner of Brantley’s mouth, Daniel issued his final order.
“You’ve got five minutes, and then you’re mine. Now, suck me.”
BRANTLEY TREMBLED AT the order,but his fingers flexed on Daniel’s thighs.
God, when did he get so—tight fingers on his chin pulled him forward—commanding?It was so damn arousing.And new,he thought as he swiped the wide head of Daniel’s engorged cock with his tongue.
“Fucking hell…Brantley.”
Those words andthattone—they were familiar. Brantley used to love driving Daniel crazy before he would take him. It’d been one of his favorite parts about getting naked with him. The way Daniel would go out of his mind every time they’d tried something he hadn’t done before. And, as Daniel’s thick cock slid between his lips now, Brantley knew that the roles tonight had definitely been reversed, because the man who was directing every single one of his movements was hellbent on driving him insane before they both got naked.
“Jesus, yeah… There you go,” Daniel said, and then shoved his hips forward so he was in as far as he could get.
Brantley closed his eyes and sucked his lips and mouth tight around Daniel’s steely length. The hands choreographing the entire act went to the side of his head, and as Daniel threaded his fingers through his hair, Brantley smoothed his hands around his legs to his ass—andGodthe guy had a fine ass. As Daniel pulled out, Brantley opened his eyes and dug his fingers into the tight, bare cheeks under his palms and tugged him back to swallow him again.
“Brantley, fuck…” Daniel panted. “Fuck.”
Brantley continued to work him over, letting Daniel use his mouth, and just when he thought he was going to lose his mind right there in the middle of his hallway, Daniel’s hands clasped the side of his head and wrenched him away. He grabbed for his arms and pulled him up, and he was on his feet in a heartbeat to take that demanding mouth with his own.
As soon as their lips met, Daniel’s hands went to the button of his pants and Brantley smiled against the impatient mouth destroying his own. He cradled Daniel’s face and angled his head to the side for a more thorough taste, and Daniel took it. His tongue dove between Brantley’s lips just as Daniel’s hands got inside his pants and around his cock.
Brantley squeezed his eyes shut and cursed against Daniel’s mouth, and sharp teeth nipped at his bottom lip, which made his eyes fly open. Daniel’s were blazing back at him as he drew his fingers up his length and then back down ever so slowly. “I love making you curse. It’s so rare. And you’re so proper—aren’t you, Brantley?”
He let his head fall back, Daniel’s lips found his neck, and he kissed his way up to Brantley’s ear. Then he whispered in it. “Tonight, I’m gonna make you curse the fucking walls down.”
When Daniel raised his head and removed his hand from his pants, he spoke in a voice so low and full of wicked promise that Brantley wondered where it’d come from.
“Your bed. I want you in it—right fucking now.”
Chapter 18
HE DIDN’T NEED to be told twice.
Brantley turned on his heel and was down the hall, past his office, and in his room before he thought too hard about what he was going to do. He stopped just inside the door, but he wasn’t alone long. Daniel was behind him, his hands on his hips urging him further inside.
“Do you have?—”