“Alright, bossy,” Bran breathed with a huff of laughter. His lips closed over me and my hand in his hair turned into a fist. His tongue swiped over me, everywhere, all at once. If I could stay like this forever, I would. He bobbed up and down on me, and each time it sent a throb through my body. I thrust my hips, wanting his mouth full of me. Needing his every thought about me. I wanted him twisted up, lost in the moment.
Like I was. The thought made me gasp and my free hand flattened against the tile as I almost lost balance.
“Look up at me,” I said through gritted teeth.
Bran swallowed me until his lips kissed the base of my groin and his sapphire gaze blinked up at me. Framed by dark, long lashes, his expression glimmered with a sheen of vulnerability.
“I want to see your eyes when you suck my cock.”
Bran’s eyes filled with warmth, and I was struck by how alluring he looked at my mercy and loving it. I’d never had a girl take my cock so deep in their throat, like Bran was doing now. They’d mewl and complain about how I was too big. Not Bran. He took everything I gave him and more.
“That’s it, baby. You suck me so good, I’m going to miss this mouth,” I moved his head, forcing him to take more of me until he spluttered. The submission was a beautiful thing. The way he didn’t fight my forceful grip but let me use him. Bran was perfect, perfect for my cock. It was like he was made for me to use. His fingernails pricked the back of my thighs, but it only made me rougher.
I needed more.
“Turn around.” I pulled my cock out of Bran’s hot mouth and tugged on his curls. He scrambled to his feet, chest heaving with exertion. “Spread your cheeks for me.”
I wanted my cock as deep in his ass as it had been in his mouth. Water made us slick and silky together and I had to stop myself from rubbing down his body. He was almost hairless, with some dark pubes around his cock and dark tufts under his arms. But his globe like ass cheeks were plump and white. Perfect to spread around my needy cock.
“Y-you can’t,” Bram panted, spreading his cheeks despite his words. I stared at his stretched, puckered bud and twirled my finger around the tight hole. Bran melted against the tiles, his eyes scrunched tight. I’d come a long way from closing my eyes when Bran sucked my dick. Imagining Sandy’s big tits or some other faceless woman.
The difference was the noises Bran made. It was the same reason I jerked him off, and why I toyed with his asshole. His low moans and desperate, wordless gasps got me off. He pried apart his cheeks with his fingers and mashed his cheek against the tiles. The water was turning lukewarm now, but I barely noticed. Mesmerized by the color on his cheeks. Pink like his cock got when he was desperately turned on.
“Isn’t this ass mine?” I whispered in his ear.
His eyes flew open, and he stared at me with an open wide gaze, slack jawed with lust, when I sank my finger in to the knuckle. His silence made my stomach twist, and I forced the finger deeper until a slight wince flickered over his face. What changed? He’d readily called himself mine the entire time we’d done this, but now he was reluctant? It didn’t make sense.
“For tonight it is,” Bran whispered, his words tapering off in a moan.
For tonight.
For tonight.
The truth out loud made me want to fit my hand around his throat and squeeze it out of him. So he couldn’t say he wasn’t mine again. I pulled my finger out of Bran’s ass and grabbed his arm.
“Noah,” Bran protested as I took him with me, hastily turning the shower off. I’d show him what it felt like to be mine for tonight. In the hallway between our rooms I pinned him against the wall. I urged his legs around my waist and held him immobile with my weight and hands on his ass. Our cocks pressed together once more. The way he fit against my body made my eyes roll back. “Noah?” Bran asked and his lower lip quivered.
I branded him with my mouth, taking the uncertainty and stoking it into a fire. I wanted him burning like I was inside. With a lust and heat that was so fierce, it was tearing me to pieces. My tongue swept into his mouth, and I took every single noise he made. His fingers curled into the hair at the base of my head and I groaned at the intimate touch.
I wanted him everywhere. My lips trailed down his gulping neck, sucking and licking the dripping water from our quick shower.
“N-noah, fuck me, please?”
I ducked my head into the crook of his neck, flexing my hands on his ass. Fuck him? Oh no. I was going to destroy Bran. Utterly ruin his perfect ass, so every time he even thought about taking someone else, he only remembered the ghost of me riding him. I grunted as I clamped him against me and strode into his room.
My cock throbbed with want, desperate for the clutch of his heated hole. I tossed Bran on the bed, too far gone for calm. He scrambled to the bedside table and retrieved the lube. I crawled onto the bed, taking it from him and rubbing it on my cock and his hole. I ran my hands down Bran’s body as he lay belly down on the bed, slick from our shower, and his skin felt like expensive silk.
“This isn’t going to be gentle,” I warned him. Cum beaded on the tip of my cock and I swirled the head against his sweet hole until he whimpered. For tonight. I’d show him what I could do in a night.
Ruin him like he’d ruined me.
“I can take it.” Bran shot me a look of pure mischief, and I couldn’t help but flatten my palm across his plump cheek. The crack it made satisfied me.
“I’m going to make you regret that,” I warned him before I buried myself to the hilt inside of Bran. He was lying half on his side, and I glued myself to his back, moving with rough, hard strokes. Bran’s head hit the bed, and his hands convulsed as he tried to find an anchor. Our bodies melded together, and I lost myself in the sensation of Bran’s tight channel. I fucked him like a man possessed. Taking out my lust on his willing body, each thrust like the crack of a whip. Part of me wanted it to hurt, to punish him for reminding me out loud that our time was finite.
My fingers pried open the soft flesh of his ass, and it jiggled with every fervent movement. With every slap of my hips, Bran cried out, sharp, high pitched and laced with pleasure. It didn’t matter that I was fucking him hard, or that I was gripping him tight enough to leave bruises. The pink imprint I’d left with my slap called to me, and I thwacked my palm on the other side. Bran squealed, slumping boneless on the bed. He turned his head, and his gaze was hazy with lust.
“N-Noah, god yes,” Bran cried out as I slammed inside him. Energy pulsed at the base of my spine and it built with every fevered movement. But I wanted to make this last a little longer, so I slowed my strokes and turned Bran on his side. Only to see a patch of wet seeping out from his cock.
“Did you come already, baby?” I couldn’t help the smug warmth that filled my chest. Bran dropped his gaze, grimacing with a sheepish grin.
“I couldn’t stop myself,” he admitted. I reached over his body and wrapped my hand around his cock. Bran gasped and shuddered at the tight grip. I squeezed his still hard length, pumping until two milky drops of cum burst from the top. I let out a pleased groan.