“Ugh, you feel so good.” Bran’s hands clenched on my shoulders. I gripped his hips, grinding him until we both moaned. His erection bounced against his flat stomach. It didn’t bother me like it should. I was pleased with myself, for the look of pleasure that made his expression slacken, the soft noises I wanted to capture with my tongue.
I made Bran unravel.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how well you can ride my cock.” I clamped a hand around his neck and dragged him down to kiss me again. His hips moved, fervent and fast. I was locked inside his perfect ass, rolling over waves of heat and lust. Both of us lost in each other.
“G-god, I can feel it already,” I moaned. How was it Bran could bring me to the edge so damn quickly? It didn’t matter. I knew as soon as I shot my load into him, I would be ready to go again. This was going to be one long, satisfying fucking night for the both of us, and we were just getting started.
Until a loud thump on the door startled us. Bran froze, his chest heaving. The doorknob rattled and a shrill voice called out.
“Noah? You in there? It’s Sandy.”
“Fuck.” I tapped Bran’s hip, and he slid off me, ducking around the corner. I dressed with a curse, tucking my hard cock in the waistband of my pants. My heart was racing a thousand miles an hour. I coasted my hand through my damp locks, knowing I looked like a mess. I opened the door and Sandy hit me with a megawatt smile.
“Hey, I’m so sorry to bother you, but I left my sweater in the back of your car.” She fluttered her long lashes. “I’m just about to leave on my date. Can you get it for me?”
I swallowed an impatient noise.
“I’m kinda in the middle of something right now.” In the middle of someone, I meant. “Here, take my keys and grab it.”
Sandy looked over my shoulder at the dishes in the kitchen. Her nostrils flared as she caught the scent of the recently cooked meal. Her lips thinned, and she snatched the keys from my hand.
“I see how it is. Don’t worry, I’ll only be a minute, and you can continue your date.”
She stalked off down the hallway and I closed the door with a sigh. She thought I was on a date, or that I had some girl stashed here. That was ridiculous, and none of her business. Bran walked around the corner, his hard cock slapped against his body and I couldn’t help the way my eye was drawn to it.
“Bend over the couch,” I ordered him. Breathless with sudden excitement. My cock twitched as I tore my pants off and waited for Bran. But he only scowled and crossed his arms. “Quick, before she gets back.”
“You gave Sandy a lift?” Bran arched a dark eyebrow. His quietness rubbed against me like sandpaper and I muscled him onto the couch with a grunt, not face down, ass up like I wanted, but face to face. Our cocks shared a pulsing heat, and I licked my lips.
“I ran into her when I got out of my exam, and she asked if I’d drive her here. She’s going on a date with someone else tonight, not me.” I pried Bran’s legs apart and lined myself up at his puckered hole. He tried to keep his scowl, but as I fed him my cock, he faltered. I spanned my palms over his upper thighs and spread him wide. “Are you jealous, baby?”
Bran closed his eyes for a moment, his jaw clenching even as the pleasure made him slack. I thrust my throbbing cock in and out, desperate to grasp the orgasm I’d touched earlier. I wanted my cum inside Bran. There was no way I could hold back.
report “I’m n-not jealous. This doesn’t mean anything. We’re finished after tonight.” The hurt banked in his eyes told me differently, and the sharp pain in my chest surprised me. Like his words had teeth, and they bit off tender parts of me. This didn’t mean anything? Fucking liar. He’d told me he had a crush on me in the car, and I felt it every time I’d fucked him this week. In those early hours, with him nestled in my arms, he couldn’t help but want me. I slammed my hips into him and wrapped my hand around his cock, determined to make him take it back.
We didn’t finish this until I said so. This arrangement was for my benefit, and he belonged to me. If I wanted to keep Bran, would that be so bad?
Nothing had to change.
Nothing had to change.
Sweat dripped off my brow as I fucked Bran. Urgent and brutal. Bran’s fingers pried at my strangling grip around his cock.
“Don’t, you don’t have to make me cum.”
“I know I don’t have to, I want to,” I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him, but he turned his head and my lips caught his sharp jawline instead. The rejection threaded with the pleasure, and it stoked something wild in me. Something beastly broke free. I let go of his cock and fit my hands around his narrow waist. With powerful strokes and a punishing grip, I used Bran’s body for my pleasure.
He didn’t want what I could give him? I’d take instead. Bran arched his back and clamped his teeth on his lower lip, hoarding the moans of pleasure my cock was giving him. I doubled my efforts, lifted his lower half and used Bran until one tiny squeak broke free. A delirious smile broke across my face.
“That’s it, baby. Give me those sweet little moans. Tell me how much you want me, how you want me to keep fucking you forever. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Bran, isn’t it?” I crooned, my lungs hitching on rough exhales. His channel was so tight around me, and the scent of our sweat made me weak at the knees. Pleasure built in the base of my spine, a bundle of heat and nerves that I needed to explode.
“N-noah,” Bran whispered my voice like a plea, and I nodded, encouraging him to give in to me. I wasn’t giving this ass up, I couldn’t. Not when he took every thrust so easily, his body tight and hard, soft and sweet. I wanted to kiss him again.
“Are y-you going to cum, baby?” I begged, knowing I was too close to stop. My balls tingled and my ass clenched as I drove my hard cock deep inside my perfect hole. Bran shook his head, teeth locked on his lip again. I was too far gone for anger this time. His cock smacked against his belly, smeared with pre-cum. I could have made him cum again. I knew it and so did he, so why did he withhold from me?
“Are you close?” He groaned.
“I-I’m there,” Cum shot out my cock and flooded Bran’s insides. “Oh baby, oh Bran, I’m filling you up.” I rocked a little, hissing at the tender, sensitive jolt down my cock. I melted down on Bran, a glow of warmth spread through my chest until Bran pressed at my shoulders.
“Can you get off me?” His voice had a small warble, and I didn’t react at first. Warm honey ran through my veins and my vision was thick with the high of my release.
“W-haa?” I slurred.
“Get. Off.” Bran pushed more forcefully, and I slid to the side, heavy with fatigue and echoing pleasure. Bran grabbed his clothes and dressed, the veins on his cock throbbed. I noticed it was still smeared with cum, and for a delirious moment, I wondered what it would be like if I fit my mouth around the cherry red head. That would please Bran. He’d sigh and squeal and wriggle and moan. And I could pin him down and fuck the rest of his cum right out of him. Bran stared down at me, his expression unreadable.