Page 61 of Finley
Brantley’s eyes had changed colors, darkened with the arousal and lust he was feeling. Now, they were dark green and full of passionate fury.
Daniel boldly held that stare, spread his fingers inside Brantley’s body, and demanded once more, “Tell me, Brantley.”
“You,” Brantley said. “I want to feel you inside me. Finally taking me. I need you…now.”
Daniel slid his fingers free and hiked Brantley’s legs up, catching them under his knees. He then pushed them toward his chest, and as the tip of his cock breached the hot, snug hole of Brantley’s body, Brantley added, “I’ve always needed you, Finn.”
And Daniel lost it.
BRANTLEY HADN’T MEANTto say that, but before he’d known it, the words had fallen off his tongue and he wasn’t about to take them back. However, as soon as Daniel’s eyes had blazed and he’d tunneled inside, Brantley was never more grateful for his runaway mouth. Because being taken by Daniel for the first time was nothing short of life altering.
When Daniel bottomed out, he stilled where he was and stared down as if in awe, and Brantley couldn’t help but reach up and glide his hands over his face and into his hair. His cock was pulsating, aching for release, and his body was throbbing around the deep, wide intrusion of Daniel, so much so that he wasn’t sure they’d ever feel apart from one another again. But the hurried moment went from fiery lust to passionate wonderment, and as the emotions flooded to the surface, he saw the battle warring in Daniel’s eyes.
There was no way he was letting him go now, though. Daniel had wanted him under him—he’d demanded it. So Brantley was going to use everything in his power to keep him there, in that moment, with him.
He reached down and stroked his cock, and when Daniel’s eyes followed the move, his hips reacted in the most primal way. He started to thrust.
“Yes…fuck,” Brantley said, the curse Daniel had wanted to hear ripping from his throat when he withdrew from his body and then surged forward again. “Ahh, Finn.Fuck. Do it again.”
And he did. Over and over, Daniel thrust in and out as Brantley looked up at the man he would love for the rest of his life.
As the enormity of that thought barreled into him, he clutched at Daniel’s arm and moaned. Then he pushed the thought aside as Daniel placed a hand by his head, and Brantley was free to wrap his leg around his waist and really start to writhe.
It felt so damn good that he couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to have Daniel inside him. All fantasies he’d had of it paled in comparison. But it wasn’t until Daniel brushed his hair from his forehead and pressed his lips there that Brantley’s climax hit him. He gripped Daniel’s biceps and bowed up to take him as deep as he could get him, and the warmth of his own orgasm flooded over him as he came all over his stomach.
“Oh God, Brantley. You feel…God,” Daniel whispered into Brantley’s hair as he continued moving inside him. Then he raised his head and pulled out, and Brantley widened his legs. Daniel sat back on his knees, rolled the condom free, and feverishly worked his cock. The sight was glorious, and so was the man.
The muscles in Daniel’s arms were bulging. His hips were pumping, and when he rose up on his knees and aimed his erection toward his, Brantley wanted nothing more than to watch,and feel, him come all over him.
“Finn. You’re so beautiful. How’d I ever get through seven years without you?”
When Daniel’s eyes found his, Brantley wasn’t sure that that had been the right thing to say. But that was soon put to rest when Daniel clenched his teeth, dropped his head back, and came. And his name fell like a prayer, or a curse, from those full lips.
The silence that surrounded them as securely as a cocoon blocked out the rest of the world. Because just as it’d always been with Finn, when the two of them were together like this—naked, souls bared to one another—nothing else existed.
AS THEY LAYin the dark with the light of the moon slipping between the curtains, Daniel couldn’t help the curve to his lips, because—holy fucking wow—that had been even better than he’d imagined, fantasized, or dreamed it would be. Brantley was still every single thing he wanted in a man wrapped up in one perfect package.
Rolling to his side, he placed his hands under his cheek and noticed Brantley staring up at the ceiling. But, unlike Daniel, he was frowning.
“That’s a very serious expression after what we just did…”
The furrow between Brantley’s eyebrows vanished as he turned his head on the pillow, replaced with a slow and satisfied smile. “I was thinking.”
“I know. I’d recognize that expression anywhere.”
“Yet I don’t know any of yours now.”
“Ahh. So, I’m mysterious?” Daniel said with a grin.
“Well, I knowthatone. You’ve always been cocky.”
He waggled his eyebrows.
Brantley rolled his eyes. “What I mean is, you’ve become such a different man from the one who left. There are hints of the Finn I knew, but this version…” He let his eyes linger over Daniel. When he got to his hip where his tattoo trailed a path over his right side and hipbone, he reached for it. “This version I’m not so familiar with.”
As Brantley’s fingers gently traced the ink on his skin, Daniel scooted closer. “What do you want to know?” he asked.
When Brantley’s eyes found his, Daniel held his gaze, allowing him to see how sincere he was. Somewhere in the last several hours, this man had snuck past the giant wall he’d carefully built. And while he was more than aware he was opening himself up to one hell of a heartbreak, he was also aware that if he didn’t do this, the regret would be a worse kind of torture.