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BRANTLEY WASN’TSURE he could last much longer with what Daniel was doing to him. He had his legs spread wide, Daniel’s hands were squeezing and teasing his ass crack, and his hot, wet mouth was now sucking on his balls.
The fingers on his ass cheeks inched closer to his heated crevice, and he was positive that, if Daniel wanted what he thought he did, then he needed to stop or it was going to be all fucking over.
As if he’d heard Brantley’s thoughts, Daniel raised his head, looked up at him with an illicit grin, and got to his feet.
“Get on the bed. Leave the shirt,” he told him, and Brantley did so without a second thought, crawling up on his hands and his knees, and Daniel was right there, crowding in over and behind him.
As Brantley lay down on his stomach, Daniel followed. Then he circled his wrists and drew them up and over Brantley’s head. He pinned them there against the mattress and was rubbing his entire body over Brantley in a way that had him closing his eyes and arching back into that erotic body massage.
“I was coming home to pack, you know. I was coming here to get my shit and fly home. Fly home to you, to tell you I wasn’t going to walk the fuck away again without a fight.”
Brantley turned his head on the pillow to face him. When their eyes connected, he saw the sincerity there, the truth in Daniel’s words, and in that moment, he lost every part of himself to the man. Then Daniel lowered his head and nipped at his lips.
“Instead, I got off the elevator and found you. Standing at my door, waiting for me. Well, I’ve got you now, and you know what I want? I want to sink inside you and forgot how fucking lonely this bed was last night, and then I want to fall asleep there so I can wake up to do it all over again and again,” he said, punctuating his words by sliding his cock along Brantley’s crack. “What do you think about that?”
Arrogance.That was what Daniel now had in spades, and it was currently pushing every button Brantley never knew he had. Because he wanted to do nothing more than follow every damn order.
“Yes,”he moaned as Daniel released him and he heard a rustling sound.
“Stay right there.”
With his hands still in place, and wearing only his shirt, Brantley clasped his left fingers over his right and waited there. The room then plunged into silence except for his and Daniel’s labored breathing.
His curiosity almost got the better of him until he felt Daniel’s palms on his naked hips. They were splayed wide as they glided up over his waist, shoving his shirt up his ribs in a sensual caress that came close to making him cry out and demand more. But then Daniel’s hands smoothed up his arms so he could entwine their fingers, and his large, naked frame shifted in behind Brantley and the covered length of his cock grazed the crack of his ass.
Brantley groaned and pressed his forehead into the pillow—Daniel felt amazing weighing him down into the mattress.
“I love having you like this. It’s such a fucking rush.Youunderme. Just like you were always supposed to be.”
Brantley squeezed his fingers so hard that he thought he might break them as he thrust his hips down, stroking himself against the bed beneath him for some friction. Then teeth sank into his shoulder and his eyes slid shut from all of the body-to-body contact. He never wanted the moment to end, yet he wanted more all at the same time.
Daniel brought one of his hands down to his lower back and trailed his fingers in a feather-light caress across Brantley’s sensitive skin, making him shudder.
“You want me, Brantley?”
God…so fucking much.
“Tell me. I want to hear you tell me you can’t live without me.”
He gritted his teeth and curled his hands into fists. “Yes. I want you. It feels like I’ve wanted you forever, Finn.”
The fingers tracing a line along his lower back pushed their way down the hot, furrowed path of his ass to where he most wanted Daniel, and when one of those fingers probed for entry, he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.
Daniel stretched him slowly and methodically, and just when Brantley thought he couldn’t take any more, he heard him whisper, “Open your legs for me.”
He automatically spread his legs and arched his hips back. The thick head of Daniel’s cock brushed his hole, and a hand landed on his hip as Daniel grazed his lips across his neck, making him moan.
As Daniel rocked forward and pushed for entry, he kissed Brantley’s ear and tightened his other hand over the top of his curled fingers, which were still raised above his head. “Be sure, Brantley… Because I’m not walking away from you again. Do you hear me?”
Brantley turned his head at that, and as their eyes met, he knew they both understood one another this time. Finally, they were both exactly where they needed to be, and as he whispered, “I’m sure,” Daniel slowly slid inside him, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully lodged within Brantley’s body.
The hand over Brantley’s fists clenched and the one on his hip flexed, and that was all the warning he got before Daniel pulled out of him and slammed back inside.
“Finn,” he groaned as his body widened around Daniel’s thick length.
“Again. I want to hear it again.”
“Finn.”