This kiss didn’t feel like goodbye though. It was too desperate. Bran’s fingers were hooks in my hair, as he pulled me closer, wanting me just as much as I did him.
“Was this what you wanted?” I panted, searching his face. His dark brown curls were tousled, and his lips appeared swollen. My stubble had brought an angry red flush to his chin and jaw. I rolled my hips, loving the way his cock jerked against mine.
“Keep kissing me,” Bran urged, leaning up to capture my lips again. But his reticence made me dodge him. I needed to hear him say it. That he wanted me, that he craved me. That my lips made him feel the way I did right now. I notched my hand under his jaw and squeezed softly. His adam’s apple jerked as he swallowed, hard.
“Tell me how much you–ugh–want me right now.” My neediness wasn’t obvious in my tone. I was dominant. I was driven by lust. Bran admitted he had a crush on me, and I’d tried to forget the way he looked at me when he said it. So tentative, so nervous. And I’d teased him because what else could I fucking say? I wasn’t gay. I didn’t like Bran that way. But our kiss sank into my skin, it twisted up my insides.
I needed Bran.
“I want you so much,” Bran breathed, but it wasn’t enough. He was holding back. I could see it banked in his golden-brown gaze, trying to hide himself from me. I leaned down to suck on his neck, giving him a hickey right next to the faded one I’d marked him with. Because he belonged to me.
“I think you’re a fucking liar.” I kissed him, unable to stop myself. Caught his bottom lip between my teeth and sank them in until he whimpered. God, I loved that noise. I rolled up and caught our cocks together in one hand, jerking them both at the same time. Bran’s eyes glistened as he looked up at me, awe and a smidge of fear. But mostly it was uncontrollable lust. The same force that ran through my veins.
“You can’t stop thinking about me. You dream about me. Tell me. You want to be my greedy little cum whore for life, don’t you? Are you addicted to me fucking you? You’re obsessed with me. I’m right, aren’t I?”
Bran let out a soft moan.
“Let me up,” he begged, and I almost said no. I wanted him to confirm what I’d accused him of. This was the last time, but what if we didn’t stop? I needed him to say it, so the raging fire in my chest stopped burning through my entire body. But Bran didn’t. He scrambled down the bed and took my cock in his mouth. To the hilt, choking as my hard length hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck, baby. You’re hungry.” I let out a breathless laugh.
Bran’s ass was high in the air as he slurped down my erection. His tongue, which my mouth still tingled from, twined around my steel heat. He hollowed his cheeks and worked me over until my balls tightened. I raked my hand through his gold laced brunette curls and let out another breathless laugh. Who would have thought I would end up here? Having my dick sucked by Bran and loving it.
“Look at me, Bran. God, you suck me perfectly. Let me see you.” I cupped Bran’s face and stared down at him as he bobbed on my cock. His lips stretched so perfectly around my dick, it was impossible to look away. My toes curled as he sucked, bobbed, and stroked his tongue. His eyes watered slightly from taking me so well. His hands convulsed around my upper thighs as I held the back of his head and took over.
“You want my cum down your throat?” I gasped, thrusting deep into Bran’s mouth, until he gagged again. He looked up at me. A single tear broke from his lash line and ran down his face. His head jerked in a limited nod, and I hissed with satisfaction.
I could never get enough of the way Bran opened for me. How he was completely and utterly mine in this moment. Fire scorched through my veins as I shot my load down his throat. Endless ropes of cum flooded his mouth and a dribble of it escaped as he popped off and took a huge breath. He slumped onto his stomach, and I rolled onto my back next to him.
“How’d your exam go?” Bran scratched his shoulder.
“Smashed it,” I grinned at him, enjoying the evidence of me on his body. The redness from my stubble, the hickeys, the blush on his cheeks. I knew he was hiding his hard cock on the bed, too. There was a warmth between us, a companionship I’d never had with a woman after sex. Sandy was like a limpet over my body, wanting to cuddle and pouting whenever I refused.
I rolled toward Bran and his heat was a stripe up my body.
“I’m gonna get in the shower. You coming?” I brushed a lock of hair off his forehead and his eyelashes fluttered.
“If that’s what you want.”
“Get your ass in the shower.” I pursed my lips, swinging off the bed. It was what I wanted, or I wouldn’t have offered. But his response irritated me. As did the way his bright blue gaze slid over me, even though his cock was half hard. I rubbed my churning stomach as I turned the shower on, trying to work out why it annoyed me so much.
Bran said, “if it was what I wanted.”
Like he could take or leave what we were doing. Like he didn’t give a fuck if it was me or some other guy making him scream. That wouldn’t do. I had one more night to enjoy Bran, and I wanted him to admit how much he wanted me. Like he had in the car when he confessed his crush on me. My stomach had flipped, chest expanded in a dizzying breath. Staring at his slack jawed, horny, gorgeous face, I’d had the absurd compulsion to say I felt the same.
I had gotten caught up in the moment. Clutching the threads of lust Bran created in me. It wasn’t him specifically. There were a thousand girls who could make me feel the same way. Sandy used to be one of them.
report I wasn’t attracted to men.
“Let me,” Bran murmured, pumping the soap into his hand. He arched a sharp eyebrow and waited. His lips twitched and wanted to kiss the humor off his the shapely smile. I didn’t like how off kilter I felt, and I wanted Bran back where he belonged, whimpering for my cock. I liked it when he melted into putty in my hands.
“You wanna touch me, baby?” I plastered him to the wall with my body. Bran didn’t give me the reaction I wanted, so I ground my hips against him. Our cocks rubbed together. His hard length twitched, and mouth fell open before he snapped it shut. “Go on, lather me up.”
Bran’s hands landed on my back, and I pressed against him harder as his hands travelled the expanse of my back. Between my sharp shoulder blades. To the curve of my muscular ass. I knew I was a handsome man. My body was athletic from swimming. I dipped my head to Bran’s neck, enjoying the hitch of his breath as I pressed my lips to the palm column. I liked the way he smelled. His cologne and comforting male scent. Sandy’s perfumes always overwhelmed me, burned my nostrils with the sweet chemical overload. When I was with Bran, the world stopped. It was like we were the only two people in the world. His hands spanned my shoulders, curved over my biceps. I ground my hips against him until he gripped his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“There, all clean,” Bran blinked up at me.
“You missed a spot.” I stepped back into the warm spray of water, nodding down at my half hard cock. There was something so alluring about Bran’s body in the water. It sluiced over his shoulders as he lowered to his knees. My body tingled in anticipation as he slid his hands up my calves, digging his thumbs into the muscles. I shifted, so the water pounded on my back, but Bran was damp and delicious, his hot breath a caress over my cock. But I wasn’t in the mood for teasing, and my patience was frayed. I’d waited all day for this, greedy and impatient. I knotted my fingers through his damp curls and thrust my cock against the seam of his lips.