I slammed the door shut and turned the lock with trembling fingers. Fuck, I was so ready for this. I’d gotten used to using his hole multiple times a day, but we hadn’t had time this morning. I missed the feeling of him underneath me. His narrow chest panting in desperate wheezes.
“Bran? Where are you?” I called out. There was chill music playing in the lounge room, but his voice came from his bedroom.
“In here.”
The way he said it made me drop my bag and run. Whistled through gritted teeth. Was he hurt? I skidded in the doorway and let out a relieved puff of laughter.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
Bran was naked on his bed, phone clutched in one hand and his other fisting his hard cock. Moans emanated from the screen, and I got a glimpse of two guys fucking before Bran closed it and tossed it to the side. Bran shrugged, and a squiggle ran from my stomach to my groin.
“I thought you’d be back earlier, but you took too long, so I started to warm myself up.”
I’m straight. I’m completely one hundred percent straight.
But Bran was just so fucking pretty. Not handsome, pretty. Sandy’s words rang in my ear, about him being a creep, and I wondered how she didn’t notice what I did. His lashes were almost as long as hers, and they were real. Like Bambi, and underneath were those big, round brown eyes. Like the shadow between dusk and night. He had a wide mouth, full lips and a smooth, porcelain jawline that hadn’t seen facial hair in his life.
“By all means, don’t let me interrupt.” I cocked an eyebrow, and he picked up his phone again. I tossed my clothes off without care, letting my underwear slap against the door. It caught on his door handle, and we shared a breathless laugh. Bran’s cheeks were steadily gaining heat, especially as I revealed more of my body.
The expression wasn’t new to me. I’d seen the same version on hundreds of girls. Anticipation, hunger and excitement. Bran’s gaze dropped to my hard cock and his hand squeezed his even harder. I don’t know. It was just different on a guy. So alien that he could look at my body and be turned on.
I was used to curves, soft tits, and juicy asses. The first time Bran took me in his mouth, I imagined he was Sandy, the same hot, wet feel. But it hadn’t been the same. His hands were larger, rougher, and his short sharp nails dug deeper than Sandy’s acrylic ones. He deep throated me until my knees wobbled, and every orgasm felt like it was stripping my insides. Like I was pouring my goddamn soul into Bran.
“You want me to find something else?” Bran looked up at me and I fought the urge to cup his cheek. The power I felt over this man was something else. It ran through my veins like a fucking drug. I could ask Bran to do anything, and he would. It was intoxicating. On the screen, there were two guys. One was riding the other. His hips rolled as he leaned down and locked lips with the other guy. They whimpered into each other’s mouths, sloppy tongues and desperate ecstasy.
“Nah,” I swallowed a lump in my throat, sitting next to Bran. I widened my thighs, so one plastered against him. His muscles tensed and he swallowed softly, but didn’t stop jerking himself. He’d been at it for a minute. I knew from the pre-cum smeared over his narrow length and the way the head of his cock was almost purple. On the porn, the couple continued to kiss as the bottom snaked his hand between them and fisted the on-top one’s cock. The moan he made sent a shiver down my spine.
“You want me to do that to you?” I nudged Bran and he fumbled with the phone.
“W-what?” he stuttered. Ever since our tryst in the car, I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off his dick. It was only fair. He matched my sex drive better than anyone I’d ever met, and the coach was so impressed with how well my studies were going. I literally thought about two things lately: fucking Bran and swimming. Everything else was noise. Instead of grabbing my dick, I curled my hand around his.
“You haven’t been on top of me since the car. What did you think I meant?” I took my time with him, enjoying the way he pulsed in my firm grip. Bran’s eyes rolled back, and the phone shook in his hand. He was so damn responsive to every little thing I did to him. That was why I kept coming back, no other reason. Sandy was a pillow princess, and that’s fine, occasionally. But I wanted someone who craved me, who fell to pieces at the thought of me touching them.
Bran’s eyes narrowed on my lips and my stomach flipped.
“Baby?” The nickname rolled off my tongue like honey. I didn’t do pet names. They were asking for trouble, because girls read into them more than they should. But it’d slipped out the first time I fucked Bran’s mouth, and I hadn’t been able to stop since. Bran squirmed as I strangled him with my fist, pressing his lips together in a thin line. His hands danced over my thigh and wrapped around my iron rod.
Bran didn’t reply, and I let him dodge the question. His touch stole my cool. My body was tight as every blood cell rushed to my groin. My cock strained against Bran’s expert touch. He flicked his wrist and moved at the perfect pace. I focused on the porn again. The bottom came with a moan, pulling the top down to bite his lip and kiss him deeply. The top crawled off, and they entwined together on the bed, rubbing their cum covered cocks together, darting their tongues in each other’s mouth, and moaning.
I don’t know if it was Bran’s touch, the porn or the way I’d been waiting to fuck him all day, but I pushed Bran back on the bed.
“Move up,” I urged him, lowering my heated body to his when he did. I flattened my chest against his and pinned him with my pelvis. He smelled like coconut body wash and a certain musk I now knew was cum. But there was something else, something unique to Bran. I ducked my head and ran my nose up his neck, enjoying the way he shuddered underneath me. I rocked my hips, and our cocks rubbed together, firm, heated and slick with cum.
“Fuck, Noah,” Bran moaned, meeting every roll of my tense body. His eyes were bright with excitement and his tongue coated his lower lip. What would he taste like? What would it be like to kiss him? My thoughts crowded in on each other, like a bank of water building in a dam. Until it burst. I crashed my lips against his, taking what I wanted. His mouth opened in surprise, and I let my tongue sweep in against his. Bran’s groan vibrated through my entire body. Our heart beats echoed against each other’s, and it felt like we were fusing together. His tongue tangled with mine, and I swallowed every small, desperate noise he made.
“Touch me,” I muttered against his lips, noticing he was scrunching the bed sheets in his fists. I’d been inside him. A little touching meant nothing. His hands sank into my hair as I deepened the kiss. I ground my hips against him. The tantalizing friction was not enough, but I couldn’t pry myself away from Bran. I ran my hands down his neck, feeling his thundering pulse.
I’d never kissed anyone like this before. My full weight crushed Bran into the mattress as I tried to get closer to him. I wanted his very breath, I wanted every single thing. This was our last time doing this, and I was going to wring every little drop of Bran out I could.