It was at that moment that Braden realized what Wes was doing. He said he wanted something he could control, and that’s exactly what he intended to do. Everything else in his life was so up in the air, but this he ran the pace of. He wanted to decide when and how Braden came. He wanted to pleasure him because it was something he could give.
Braden was just the lucky motherfucker who got to be on the receiving end of it.
He backed away, climbed on the bed, laid on his back with his hands behind his head. “Are you going to start driving me wild now?”
His whole body buzzed when Wes laughed.
“Always so damned sarcastic.”
“I keep things fun.”
Wes’s smile slid off his face, his eyes studying. Just as quickly as the look appeared on his face it was gone, and Braden’s mind turned to mush as Wes’s sexy, muscular body came toward him. As his mouth lowered over Braden’s dick, sucking in as much as he could.
“Holy. Fucking. Hell. Yes. Fuck. Just like that.”
Up and down, Wes blew him, taking him deep. On reflex, Braden’s body started to take over. His orgasm begging to be let loose as he fisted a hand in Wes’s hair. As soon as he did, Wes pulled back.
“I want your mouth. You’re driving me fucking crazy,” Braden moaned.
“That’s the point, remember?”
He got Wes’s mouth again, except this time it was in a kiss. His lithe body ran the length of Braden’s as he thrust their shafts together. That deep ache built inside him again as Wes’s tongue went deep, as the hard planes of their bodies fit together.
There was nothing like the feel of another cock against his. The hardness as they rubbed one another. Braden reached between them, wrapping a fist around them both. His fingers didn’t meet and it was a sloppy hold, but it got the job done.
Wes hissed as they kept thrusting, body against body. Dick against dick.
His fingers dug into Wes’s arm when he yet again pulled back. “I want to come.”
“You will.” Wes jerked away, flipped Braden over so he lay on his stomach. “Hold it off, Braden. I want to fuck you till you come. Like I said earlier, you love sucking cock, but this right here is what I love.”
Braden automatically spread his legs as Wes moved between them. “I want your ass.”
Braden shuddered—actually fucking shuddered, experiencing this side of Wes. “Then take it.”
“I didn’t notice this before.” He fingered the phoenix tattoo on Braden’s upper back. “I like it.”
“Admire it later. You want my ass, remember?”
Heat ripped down his spine at the feel of Wes’s hands on his ass cheeks as he spread them wide. He was pretty sure the whole fucking world exploded when Wes’s tongue traced his crack, finally landing on his hole.
***
Wes’s mind transformed into a clean canvas, none of the chaos and angry colors that painted it before. In this moment, all he had on his mind was the task at hand—pleasure. To dish it out, and receive it. It was all he thought about, or felt.
And right now, he felt like doing nothing except eating Braden’s ass.
“Spread your legs wider,” he told him as he parted Braden’s cheeks again, burying his face between them.
Wes flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over Braden’s ring. Grunts and moans filled the air around them as Braden started to thrust his hips as though fucking the bed.
The man was on edge already. Wes could hear it in the sounds pulled from the back of his throat. From the jerking movements of Braden’s body. And he fucking loved it.
He wanted to give Braden more.
He pulled his head back, sucking on his finger before pressing it where his tongue had just been. And then he pushed it inside, bit his teeth into Braden’s right cheek as he did so, flying at the muttered, “Holy fuck” that passed Braden’s lips.
He added his tongue to the mix, finger-fucking him but licking at his ring, too. He really loved nothing more than this, this licking and eating and savoring this part of a person that so many people found forbidden but to him was fucking incredible.
Braden’s skin smelled like soap, but sweat and sex tinged the air too. It felt like a mask, a fog to block the rest of his life off from him for a limited amount of time.
He pushed another finger in, leaned up and watched as his fingers slid in and out. Braden’s cheeks clinched, his thick, muscular, hairy thighs reminding Wes everything he loved about a man. “You’re too damned sexy. Keeping my dick in my pants would be a whole lot easier if you weren’t.”
