“That’s it, let me milk you,” I praised, and Bran’s cheeks colored. I pulled out of his ass and smeared the cum on my cock. After a moment, I reached over and gathered as much of the liquid as I could from the bed and made Bran’s ass a hot mess of his own cum. When I slid back inside him, I tilted my head to the ceiling. The feeling in my chest was too much, too frightening for me to share with Bran.
“Jesus,” Bran whispered, tilting his ass up as my thrusts became rough again.
“You like it when I fuck you with your own cum, baby?” I liked the silky, smooth glide of my cock. The smeared white mess I was making of his hole and the way he gulped to try and hide how good it felt.
“You’re amazing, I love y–, it.” Bran gasped, ducking his head into the bed. His words coasted over me, too lost in the perfect heat of him to truly listen and respond. I felt a primal need to shoot my load as deep as I could inside him. To make sure some part of me stayed there, and he never forgot the feeling of us together. I plastered myself on his body, twisted like a pretzel so I could get to his mouth. He kissed me desperate, hungry, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. I wrapped my hands around his face, his jaw, trying to get as close as I could.
“I’m gonna cum soon, inside this perfect ass. My ass.” I slammed my lips down on Bran’s so he couldn’t say shit about ‘only for tonight.’ I didn’t want to think about it. Just his body bending under mine. The lean muscle and slick slide of our flesh joined like one. Pleasure tingled down my spine like a wave and I panted against Bran’s mouth as my release crashed into me. Cum exploded like a shot and Bran swallowed my moan, swiping it away with his greedy tongue. I let him, returned his kiss as my cock jerked inside him.
I couldn’t give up the sensation of his lips on mine though, so we kissed until my lungs burned, until my cock softened and slid out of his sloppy hole. It was like an addiction, his taste. I needed him closer and closer still. We rolled on our sides, and I threw a heavy leg over his hip. Bran’s hands wandered, touching more than he ever had before and with none of the reluctance he showed earlier. His fingers stroked through my hair and over my shoulders. Like he was imprinting himself on my body. My cock twitched, soft but still ready for more. I jerked back, taking a shuddering breath.
What was I thinking? We were fucking not making love.
“Are you hungry? Want an early dinner?” I rolled off the bed before Bran could respond and tossed on my discarded clothes. Bran stared at me from under his lashes. My kisses caused his lips to swell and his jaw to turn red. His body was flushed, marked, and pliant. I had to stop myself from returning to his warm, welcome hold. I clenched my jaw. What the fuck was I thinking? I’d been without pussy for too long and it was messing with my mind.
“If you want.” Bran lifted a shoulder in a dismissive shrug, and I bit my tongue as a sharp comment choked my throat. I wanted to tell him enough with the ‘if I wanted,’ because I knew very well, he wanted it too. And I wasn’t talking about food. I stormed into the kitchen and focused my energy on whipping up a quick meal. Bran slipped out of the bedroom when I was getting ready to cook the steaks. He was wearing low slung, navy tracksuit pants and his narrow chest was bare. My stomach twisted as he leaned over me to look at the salad I made.
“Looks good.” he scratched his chest and my gaze followed the lazy line of his nails. “Can I help?”
“How about a beer?” I jerked my head to the fridge and Bran pottered over. I swallowed a groan as he bent over, and his tracksuit went tight over his cheeks. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and it would be so easy to pull down his pants, bend him over the bench and impale myself in his ass. I wondered if I was dripping out of him right now.
Fuck. What was going on with me today?
The steaks sizzled as I dropped them in the pan. Bran passed me a cool bottle, tapping the neck of his against mine. He jumped up on the bench and took a deep pull of his drink. His tendons were tight as his neck worked the liquid down, kind of like how he swallowed my cock. Bran made it look so easy. I couldn’t even imagine sucking his cock. But I wondered what noises he might make? He would react with surprise, and he would make a lot of noise. My dick hardened, and I palmed it furtively.
“Congratulations on finishing exams and for a successful end to our arrangement,” Bran said, but there was something guarded in his expression. Like his words were cards he held close to his chest, and I wasn’t supposed to know the truth underneath his almost sarcastic tone. My stomach dropped, but I smothered the nausea with a grin.
“Thanks baby, I couldn’t have done it without you,” I winked as I served the steak and salad. For a moment I considered leaning over to kiss Bran, like it was the most natural movement in the world. When did I go from wanting one taste to craving it? I slumped at the table instead, fighting with my turning stomach. I knew why my appetite was dwindling. It was because I didn’t want this arrangement to end. And I knew Bran didn’t either, even though it was clear he’d never admit it.
“Thanks for cooking, you’re much better at it than me,” Bran shoveled some salad into his mouth.
“Don’t I know it. You’d live off noodles if you could.”
“What are you doing for break?”
Bran looked up from his food, dabbing the corner of his mouth with a paper serviette. My family wanted me to visit, and I’d been avoiding it. My older brother, Leon, was there, and he always found a way to make me feel like an idiot. I shrugged.
“Probably home, but I’m not looking forward to it.” I took the empty plates to the sink and dumped them. I would deal with them later. Right now, I was hungry for dessert.
“Why?” Bran’s eyebrows jumped together. “I thought you got on with your family?”
“Oh, I do. It’s just my older brother, Leon. He’s the golden child of the family, handsome, successful and my parents trip over themselves whenever he comes back from overseas. I haven’t seen him for a few years, and I’m not interested in listening to him shit on me for almost failing my classes.”
I wandered over to the couch and sank in on the soft cushions before spreading my legs. I didn’t even have to say anything. Bran knew what I wanted. His tongue darted out to coat his lower lip, and he followed, as if in a thrall. I tapped my thighs, and he straddled me.
“He’s more handsome than you? I don’t believe it,” Bran whispered, and he shuddered as I ran my hands down his narrow body. Our cocks pressed together again, through the thin barrier of our clothes, aching with want.
“It’s true. Leon knows it too. He used to steal every girl I ever bought home. Such an asshole. But I don’t want to talk about him. Give me that sweet mouth.” I pulled Bran’s head down to mine and all thoughts of Leon fled. After a moment of intense kissing, Bran shed his tracksuit, and I tossed my clothes to the side again.
How I wanted him. His beautiful, sculpted body was like a statue in a museum. Lean, muscular youth. His body was hard and soft all at once. We didn’t need words, as Bran lined up my straining cock and sank down on it once more.