by Rae Marks
When the head finally breached him, they both paused and panted. Bray appreciated the reprieve as his body adjusted to the invasion. The initial stinging sensation eased, so he experimented a little. As he released and tightened the muscles of his ass, Sam groaned and punched his hips forward another inch.
“So fucking tight, B? If I didn’t already know better, I’d think you were a virgin.”
“It’s your fucking big-ass cock. It stretches my ass to the breaking point.”
Sam chuckled then groaned.
“I wasn’t going to touch you,” Sam said. “I was going to let you heal from that beating.”
Bray knew he was saying that he’d meant not to have sex. It gave him a little surge of confidence that maybe—just maybe—Sam had tried and failed to resist his attraction.
Arching up, Bray let go of his knees and gripped the back of Sam’s head. He pulled him down and slammed their mouths together. Sam growled as his tongue fought with Bray’s.
Yet he was still gentle as he inched his way deeper and deeper inside Bray’s body. Every inch forward brought a new sting, a new burn before easing into a familiar pressure.
They were both sweating by the time Sam finally bottomed out. Sam swiveled his hips and Bray gasped when it caused a momentary pressure on his prostate. Sam pulled back and looked deep into his eyes.
Bray wasn’t sure what it was Sam was looking for, but he must have found it, because he thrust forward. The ridge under the head of Sam’s cock caught on Bray’s hot spot. Bray’s muscles locked up.
“Fuck,” Sam ground out through clenched teeth.
“Harder,” Bray breathed.
That one word seemed to be permission for Sam to stop holding back, because his hips began a frantic pounding as they both raced toward the finish line.
Bray didn’t dare reach for his dick. In truth, he didn’t need to. The ridges along Sam’s stomach offered just the right pressure and resistance against the sensitive underside of his erection. His balls began to draw up as Sam snapped his hips back and forth.
The headboard beat against the wall. The weight of Sam’s balls smacked Bray’s ass with each forward thrust. The sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out. Bray closed his eyes to take in all the sensations. His spine began to tingle even as Sam’s pace became more frantic.
“Open your eyes,” Sam demanded.
It took a moment for Bray to comply. When he did, what he saw threw him right up to the edge. Sam’s nostrils were flared. The veins and muscles in his arms bulged and twitched as he held himself up. Sweat dripped down his temples. There was something in his eyes that pulled at Bray. It looked like need. It sent Bray over the edge.
The orgasm was so powerful that he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He arched his neck back and all the muscles in his body contracted. Pleasure so powerful that it was almost too sharp zapped out from his core to his fingers and toes as the warmth of his release pulsed out onto his chest and stomach.
Everything went black and hazy for a moment. He worried he was going to pass out. Almost from a distance, he heard Sam curse and felt him surge forward one last time. Bray felt that huge cock throbbing inside him. Sam jabbed his hips forward in a few tiny thrusts as he emptied himself into the condom.
It was an experience beyond anything Bray had ever imagined. Even though he was grateful it had happened, he had to regret that it was over.
Bray kept his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see the regret or even accusation that would be in Sam’s eyes. He had taken advantage of the situation. He’d backed Sam into a corner. Though Bray would never regret the act itself, regret at manipulating Sam into having sex washed over him.
When Sam collapsed on top of him, his panting breaths skittering across Bray’s sweat-slicked skin, Bray still kept his eyes closed. He used the lack of vision to take in everything else about the moment.
He could smell Sam’s sweat and he liked it. The weight of Sam on top of him was comforting, almost familiar. Because he was concentrating on physical sensations, Bray felt a few aftershocks tighten the ridges of Sam’s ab muscles. At least the orgasm had been good for both of them.
Hopefully Sam wouldn’t regret it too much. He felt the weight of Sam’s body lift away. Bray told himself to open his eyes, but it must have taken too long.
“Bray?”
Sam pulled out slowly. Bray groaned a little…but not from pain. It was more that he missed the full feeling of Sam stuffed inside him, and it was definitely from the fear that he’d never feel that again. The bed shifted as Sam stood.
“Guess I can’t be too old if I can wear out a kid like you,” Sam said.
It was too late to let Sam know that he was awake, so he just continued to play possum. The water in the bathroom turned on. He’d have to get up at some point and wash the drying cum off his stomach, but he could wait until Sam fell asleep if he had to.
The water in the bathroom shut off, so Bray got comfortable and kept his eyes closed. The mattress dipped again. Bray’s eyes shot open when he felt a warm wet cloth rasping over his abdomen.
Sam was smirking at him as he rubbed the washcloth down Bray’s stomach again, cleaning off all the drying jizz.
“Guess we can talk tomorrow,” Sam said, as if to himself.
He was giving a reprieve and Bray grabbed at it with both hands as he nodded. Humiliation curled in Bray’s belly as he rolled onto his stomach. He thought it would take a while to get to sleep, but the day seemed to catch up with him. His eyelids got heavy as he heard Sam tip-tap on his laptop.
Chapter Eighteen
Sam
He hadn’t meant to touch Bray. He’d tossed the condoms onto the bed to scare some sense into both of them. He definitely hadn’t meant to eat the kid out, let alone fuck him into the mattress. When he’d seen how hard it was for Bray to expose himself, Sam had half-hoped Bray would stop everything.
But he’d been brave and Sam had been strangely proud. Bray had opened himself up, and Sam hadn’t been lying when he’d called Bray perfection. He was all peachy skin and pink pucker. He’d only meant to give it a few licks as a reward—a reward to Bray for being so brave.
He’d just wanted a little taste—just little bit of something he knew he’d never have and would never be worthy of. Rimming wasn’t something he did often. In fact, he’d only done it with one other person, and that had been over twenty years ago.
He sure as fuck didn’t deserve the gift Bray had handed to him. Bray would regret everything as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. Hell, he probably already regretted it. That was why he’d pretended to be asleep before Sam’s orgasm had even faded.
He’d allowed Bray to play possum because it was easier on both of them than trying to talk things out in code because of the listening devices.
Bray’s breathing finally settled into sleep. And just like the night before, there was a nightmare. And just like the night before, after Sam calmed him with some gentle words, Bray inched his way closer.
Tonight it was even more dangerous for him to allow Bray to cuddle close. He liked the feel of their skin pressing together a little too much. When Bray nestled his head into Sam’s armpit, Sam closed his laptop and plunged the room into darkness. Maybe if he didn’t have to see what was happening, he could pretend it wasn’t wrong for him to allow it.
Bray moaned a little as he snuggled in for the night. Before he could talk himself out of it, Sam wrapped his arm around Bray’s back and let his hand settle on his naked ass—the ass he’d just been balls-deep inside, the ass that even now tempted him to do it all over again.
But there was one thing that kept repeating in his head. Bray was vers. It was yet another way Sam was sure he was the worst person the kid could develop any kind of feelings for. He hadn’t even attempted to bottom in over fifteen years. Even the idea of it had the past bombarding him.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his ass cheeks so tight that he could probably make a diamond. His mind was spiraling to a bad p
lace, so he took a few deep, cleansing breaths. Then something happened.
“Sam.” Bray sighed the name like a prayer.
All the muscles in Sam’s entire body relaxed as Bray slid his warm hand over Sam’s chest. The calluses on his fingers had goosebumps popping up in their wake. It took Sam a moment to realize that the relieved sigh that floated up from the bed had come from him.
He turned toward Bray. Bray curled his legs up and entangled them with his. The kid was a definitely a cuddler. If anyone had asked him seventy-two hours ago if he enjoyed snuggling, Sam would have laughed. Yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of Brayden Hart wrapping himself around his body.
Sam ignored his growing erection as he slowly caressed miles of smooth skin. Soon Bray would be out of his life and it would be business as usual. The sooner the better, he told himself.
The last thing he needed was someone to care about. It was a liability in his line of work. He was in deep enough just caring about the ragtag team of dorks Mase had put together—a team he didn’t really consider himself a part of.
The best thing he could do for Bray would be to send him home in one piece and forget he ever existed except in the fond memories of his big brother. He would do just that as soon as he could. And he wouldn’t touch the kid again, at least not beyond the late-night embraces Bray seemed to need.
* * * *
Best. Dream. Ever.
Bray’s hot, wet mouth was taking him deep. Sam arched his back and thrust his hips toward the sensation. It should have been some nameless, faceless guy’s mouth, but it wasn’t anymore. It was Bray’s.
The perfect amount of suction, just the right glide of the tongue along his underside. Sam slid his hand down and gripped Bray’s hair. He guided Bray to show him the best rhythm to get him off. His balls were drawing up, and there was a tingle at the base of his spine.
Then he felt the tip of a finger along the crease of his ass. That wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare. Sam sat up straight and willed his eyes to open. What he saw surprised him.
It hadn’t been a dream. Bray was choking himself on Sam’s cock. His erection had flagged a little, but the sight before him had his dick once again at full mast.
He’d been sure Bray would regret what happened. The kid would either beat him out of bed or play possum again. Bray kept surprising Sam with his bravery.
When Bray’s free hand began to sneak up between Sam’s legs again, Sam grabbed his wrist and shook his head. Even if no one were listening, he wouldn’t be explaining to Bray why his ass was off limits.
“You want my cock, B?” Sam practically groaned the words.
Bray nodded.
Even though Bray had passed last night with flying rainbow colors, Sam wanted to test him again. The sight of that plump, pink mouth spread wide around his cock was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
“On your back,” Sam said.
A visible shudder ran through Bray. He sucked a moment longer before pulling off Sam’s dick with a wet pop. Bray rolled onto his back. He must have assumed Sam was going to fuck him, because he began to pull his legs up to his chest.
The sight was tempting, but the feel of his mouth was more tempting. Sam hopped up and grabbed Bray’s shoulders. He situated Bray so his head was hanging off the edge of the bed but the rest of his body was spread across the mattress.
“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, aren’t you, B?”
Bray licked his lips and nodded. Sam looked down and saw Bray’s cock bob against his stomach. He wanted to spend hours just tasting the body laid out before him. The desire was frightening because it was so powerful.
He pressed his thumb to Bray’s chin and opened his mouth. Sam slid forward faster than he’d meant to and Bray gagged a little. Sam groaned at how good the vibrations felt against the head of his cock.
Bray pressed his thighs together. His slender hips jerked around on the bed as his dick continued to bob. Sam reached down and felt along Bray’s neck. The position he was in arched his head back so Sam could fuck right down his throat.
“You like this, don’t you?”
Bray groaned in response.
“And you’ll swallow every fucking drop, won’t you?”
Another groan. Bray may not have been using words, but his erection was nodding even when his head couldn’t. Then Bray wrapped his hands around the backs of Sam’s thighs and slid toward his ass. Sam froze and grabbed Bray’s hands.
“Hands on my thighs. If I block your air for too long, tap me and I’ll pull back.”
Bray rubbed up and down Sam’s thighs but didn’t slip his hands around back, so Sam relaxed. He bent over Bray’s body as he fed himself a little deeper down the kid’s throat. It was so fucking hot and wet. Sam wouldn’t last long.
He reached down, encircled the base of Bray’s dick with his hand and gave it a squeeze. Even though Bray’s mouth was stuffed full, Sam knew he’d groaned the word ‘fuck’. His bottom teeth scraped the base of Sam's cock and he had to pull back a little, or he’d blow too soon.
Since Bray had a way to communicate that didn’t require Sam watching his reactions, Sam leaned down and sucked on the head of Bray’s cock.
Bray arched off the bed and yelled something. The vibrations along Sam’s length had him groaning as well. Bray writhed against the bed as he tried to get more of himself into Sam’s mouth, but Sam held himself a little too high. He wasn’t giving away any control.
When Bray spread his legs, bent his knees and put his feet flat on the bed, it afforded Sam a peek of his opening. Bray used the move to try to push himself into Sam’s mouth, so Sam pulled back even more. Bray pinched Sam’s thigh. Sam laughed, even as he pulled back to make sure Bray had enough air.
He wasn’t being fair. He knew it, and what he was about to do was even more unfair. He was a total hypocrite, but it didn’t stop him from wetting his finger in his mouth then reaching down to press it against Bray’s gorgeous little pucker.
Bray spread his legs farther. He tried to pull his legs up to his chest, but Sam was partially in the way. Sam was envious of how open Bray was, of how needy he allowed himself to be. He wished things could be different.
Sam scooped his hands behind Bray’s knees. He spread Bray’s legs and pulled them up. He gave himself total access to do to Bray what he himself wouldn’t, couldn’t allow.
This time, though, Bray didn’t balk like he had the previous night. This time, he pressed his ass against Sam’s tongue. He opened himself up as he swallowed Sam down.
When his tongue had Bray whimpering and writhing and humping, Sam pulled back. He felt the distinct bite of teeth around the base of his cock as he pressed in to the root for a moment before pulling back to allow Bray room to breathe. It wasn’t a hard bite, but Bray was definitely topping from the bottom, so Sam gave his balls a small slap.
Cold air was pulled in around Sam’s hot flesh as Bray gasped. When he smacked Bray’s balls a second time, Bray groaned and sucked him in so deep that his nose was pressed against Sam’s pubic bone. The gasp-groan combination told him that even Bray hadn’t realized how much he liked power play.
With Bray’s opening relaxed from his tongue, Sam slid his middle finger in to the root and put a tiny bit of pressure on Bray’s prostate. Bray pulled back for air before sliding Sam all the way to the back of his throat again. He was swallowing around the head of his cock and it was pushing Sam toward the precipice.
Sam was barely even thrusting his hips. He was allowing Bray to set the pace, and it was quickly becoming frantic. In return for the amazing head Bray was giving, Sam swallowed the hard length before him all the way down. The vibration of Bray’s groan on the tail end of the undulations of his throat muscles tightening had Sam’s balls drawing up.
There was no way he was going to come first, so he bobbed his head up and down as he pressed harder against Bray’s little button. Bray started thrusting up off the bed but Sam held close, allowing Bray to fuck his mout
h. He wasn’t at the perfect angle like Bray was, but Sam was still able to deep-throat him.
When he pressed a second finger inside Bray’s tight hole, Bray squeezed him so fucking tight that he couldn’t have scissored him open farther if he’d tried. One more pass over Bray’s prostate and he blew like a geyser. Sam swallowed every drop.
Sam continued to suck until he heard Bray whimper. He wasn’t sure why he was reluctant to let Bray slip from his lips, yet he was. He gentled the suction but didn’t release Bray’s softening cock. He also continued to gently pump his fingers in and out of Bray’s tight little ass.
Just as Sam was slowing down, Bray was ramping things up. He slid one hand up and caressed Sam’s aching balls. Usually, even that was too close to his ass for him to allow, but then Bray pressed directly behind Sam’s balls and traced circles with his fingertips.
It was a hot button Sam hadn’t even realized was there. The sensation had him thrusting harder than he should have, considering he was fucking a mouth and not an ass. But the sharp pleasure of it, along with the panic of fingers so close to his ass, had him frantic.
A few more thrusts and he was shooting down Bray’s throat. He tried to pull back, to give Bray some air, but Bray grabbed the backs of his thighs. It didn’t even occur to him to be afraid of those hands straying upward. He was too far gone. His abs seized with aftershocks.
When he finally did pull back, Bray gulped in air. Not one drip had escaped. Bray had hoovered him better than anyone ever had. Sam managed to roll himself off to the side as he collapsed onto the bed.
Their labored breathing sounded hollow in the large bedroom. As his libido cooled, shame seeped into all Sam’s pores. He’d fucked his best friend’s brother again, his best friend’s vulnerable little brother.
Even if Sam had had the freedom to say anything that came to mind, he would have remained as silent as he was at that moment. He hadn’t been able to resist.
He’d realized it wasn’t a wet dream, and he’d still done it. Once he’d realized Bray had instigated the encounter, he hadn’t been able to stop himself.