His dick was throbbing, and I could tell he was close. I wanted to taste him and experience everything. So I licked back up to the head and took him deep again, and this time he went hard, fucking my face and making me pant as I breathed through my nose and sucked him.
He barely managed to say the words, “I’m coming,” before thick hot spurts of cum spurted at the back of my throat, and I swallowed, keeping my pace but sucking gentler because I knew he’d be sensitive. I licked gently until his moans became sighs and his thrusts slowed down.
Eventually, he pulled himself out of my mouth and then stroked my face with so much love that I almost blurted out my feelings right then and there.
We both stared at each other, caught up in the moment, and panting to catch our breath.
“Is this the part where you flip me over and take me from behind like you promised,” I asked, breaking the tense, emotionally charged atmosphere.
His gravelly chuckle made my skin prickle.
“No, sweetheart. This is where I hold you really close and thank my lucky stars that I ever found you.”
“No doggy style?” I tried to hold a laugh in, but I ended up snorting through my nose.
“That comes after the cuddling.”
“Never took you for a cuddler, big man.”
He quirked his brow at me as he climbed onto the bed and pulled me up with him. The fact he was naked and I still had my dress on made him frown harder, and he pulled it up and over my head, then made quick work of getting rid of my bra too.
“Are you kidding? Naked cuddles with you? That’s better than sex.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled me closer, but I placed my hand on his chest and looked at him.
“You are joking, right?”
“Of course I’m joking. You don’t think I’m going insane over here? I’m desperate to sink my cock into your tight little pussy.”
Usually, words like that would have made me cringe, but not when he said them. The way he spoke without giving a fuck was a real turn-on.
“I want that too,” I said in a breathy whisper into his ear, and he growled and rolled me onto my back, sliding his body over mine. “Are you hard again?” I asked as I felt his dick pushing into my thigh.
“It would appear so,” he replied, lifting his upper body away from me and looking down into my eyes. “It’s what you do to me.”
I opened my legs wide and he settled his hips where he needed to be. I lifted my knees and wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass and willing him to take this further.
He leant over to grab his jeans from the side of the bed and pulled a condom out of his pocket then ripped the foil. He reached down to roll it on and positioned himself ready.
As he pushed inside of me, we both cried out at how it felt. The way he stretched me was amazing. And when he said, “Fuck, you feel good.” I knew he was experiencing the same level of euphoria I was.
He went slow at first; long, deep strokes that made me moan and arch my back. I moved my hips and then grabbed his ass to push him deeper into me. Feeling his ass clench as he pumped in and out was sexy as hell. He had a fucking awesome ass.
I groaned into his ear and then nibbled, kissing along his jaw and neck, moving my hands from his ass, up along his spine, and then I clung onto his shoulders, holding on tight. I was glad I did, because he started to speed up and his thrusts became harder, driving into me at an unforgiving pace.
He grunted as he fucked me into the mattress, pounding with every thrust. I reached up and held the bars of my headboard and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I always knew sex with Brandon would feel like this; raw, feral fucking. It was animalistic and I loved it. I loved letting go and feeling wild.
He swivelled his hips, hitting the spot every damn time, and it wasn’t long before my eyes were rolling into the back of my head and I was crying out.
“I’m gonna come, Brandon. Please don’t stop,” I begged. But he’d never stop or pull away; he was as far gone as I was.
“I won’t.”
He managed to grunt into my neck, and then I felt it. The explosion inside of me.
I let go of the bed frame and clung to him, shaking and convulsing as my whole body became engulfed in waves of pleasure. My walls clamped down hard around him and I contracted over and over again.
“Oh, baby. That’s so good,” he moaned, and then I felt him thicken and find his own release, groaning low and feral as he rode out his orgasm.
He slowed down and eventually he stopped and lay with his body over mine, both of us not sure which planet we’d just been on or whether we were truly back on Earth.
“I think I love you, Harper Yates,” he whispered into the pillow next to my head.
“I think I love you too, Brandon Mathers,” I replied, snuggling into him and breathing him in.
He seemed to tense slightly, and I worried that I’d said the wrong thing. Had I heard him right?
I groaned as he pulled out of me slowly and then rolled onto his side. Gently, he edged forward and put his nose right next to mine.
“I said it wrong. I don’t think I love you…” My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. “I know I love you.”
And the tears I’d fought back earlier fell out of my traitorous eyes.
“I love you too, Brandon.”
“You don’t have to say it just ‘cos I did. I know I’m not the best guy for you and I’m not easy to love, but.-”
I put my finger over his lips to stop him spouting more bullshit.
“Will you shut up? I love you, okay? And for me, it’s easy to love you. You think you’re not the best guy for me, but you are. You don’t see what I see.”
“What do you see?” he asked, pulling my finger off his lips and kissing it.
“I see a guy who has his faults. He’s done some really shitty things and he’s learning to live with that. But I also see a man who’s honest, genuine, someone who’d go above and beyond for his friends. I see the things you do for other people, the way you put them before yourself. The way you dealt with your mother with such compassion when the rest of us wanted to slap the stupid out of her.
“You do sweet things for me, and you don’t always get it right, but that doesn’t matter. You try, and that’s what counts. You also make me laugh, and every time I look at you, I get this warm feeling. I haven’t felt anything other than lost, alone, or sad for a long time. But I don’t feel that with you. You make me want to live to see another day. You make me excited for the future. To everyone else you might be the tough guy, the fighter, but not with me. I see what lies behind all of that. The vulnerability, the need for acceptance. You don’t ever have to pretend with me, Brandon. I love you for you. I always will.”
From the shine in his eyes I thought he might be close to tears himself, and when he spoke, I could hear a croak in his voice that he was trying to hide.
“You’re the first person to ever love me and not expect anything from me. I think you’re probably the only person who loves me out of choice. I’m pretty sure everyone else in my life just tolerates me.”
“Well, they don’t know you like I do. Like I’m getting to know you.” I sighed, feeling a veil of sadness fall over us. “Brandon, you work so hard on your physical strength, training for your fights, but you need to work on your self-esteem too. You are worthy of being loved you know.”