Wes shook his head but his lips still pulled into a smile. He grabbed a hold of Braden’s dark hair and tightened his fingers in it. “You’re the only man I know who still talks shit when he’s about to have sex.”
“Then you’ve been with the wrong kind of men.”
“Prove it.”
With eager hands, Braden shoved Wes’s sweats down his legs. His dick ached as it sprung free, wanting nothing but the heat of Braden’s mouth to envelope it. But he didn’t take him deep right away. Braden’s tongue started at the base of his erection, right above his balls, before he dragged his mouth upward, not stopping until his tongue circled Wes’s head.
“Fuck.” Wes squeezed his hand tighter in Braden’s hair.
“I love the taste of cock.” Braden licked his shaft again. “The hardness against my tongue but that soft, tender skin as well.” He sucked Wes’s balls into his mouth. “The saltiness of not just your flesh, but the reward I get, too.” He tongued Wes’s hole and the pre-come there. He buried his face in Wes’s crotch. “The scent and the feel of rough hair against my face.”
His cock jerked, and Braden snickered. The deep burn and tingle already pulled at him. “Then do it. Suck me,” Wes gritted out.
“Why don’t you make me?” Braden leisurely licked up his shaft again. “And don’t go easy on me. It just pisses me off.”
Wes didn’t need another prompt. Braden opened his mouth and Wes thrust forward. He didn’t shove his way completely into Braden’s mouth, but fuck, if he didn’t need to.
Braden sucked him, letting Wes control the pace, pumping in and out as he pleased. Soon Braden’s hands were there, grabbing his ass and pushing, taking more of Wes’s aching, hungry dick into his throat.
The need to come tied him in knots, but he wanted this to fucking last, too. He pulled out and Braden took the hint, lavishing his sac with more attention—licks, sucks, and then just shoving his face close and inhaling. Wes fucking loved that inhale.
Braden’s voice was scratchy, full of sex when he said, “Spread your legs.”
Wes did, and then Braden’s hands were gone. He spit on one of his fingers before he found Wes’s asshole. “I wish I could see that tight ring of yours, but I don’t want to lose this, either.” With that he took Wes’s cock deep again, sucking him off. His finger rubbed Wes’s hole. Each time he brushed over it, a tremor shook Wes’s insides.
“Jerk me off, and push you finger inside me, too—fuck yes,” he groaned when Braden fingered his hole. Braden’s other hand worked with his mouth, making Wes’s dick beg to explode.
That deep burn and tingle shot toward the surface, making it harder and harder for Wes to hold it off. When Braden’s finger shoved deeper, rubbed against his prostate, he couldn’t have held off if he wanted to. The orgasm bulldozed him as pulse after pulse filled Braden’s mouth. He didn’t stop sucking, or fingering, and Wes shot again before his whole body went limp like a noodle. Well, everything except his cock, that was still half-hard despite the monster orgasm. Wes let the door hold him up, deep breaths making his chest heave in and out.
“God, I love sucking dick,” Braden said.
“And you proved you are really fucking good at it.” Suddenly, he wanted his mouth on Braden, too. Wanted to feel the man’s rod against his tongue.
“We have to be quiet and you can’t stay long.” He grabbed Braden and pulled him to his feet, but Braden shook his head.
“I have a hand that works just fine. Tonight was just for you. Relax. Get some sleep. You deserve it.”
Stay lingered on his tongue but he didn’t let the word free, for the first time easily accepting the gift that was given to him. Braden nodded his head to the side, telling Wes to move from in front of the door. He did, but when Braden’s hand wrapped around the knob, Wes grabbed him, pulled Braden to him, and owned his mouth. He tasted himself on Braden’s tongue as he sucked it, as he explored every part of his mouth before pulling away.
Braden smiled. “Good night. And have I told you I like this?” He fingered the hair on Wes’s chin but didn’t wait for a reply.
Braden got the door pulled open before Wes said, “Happy Thanksgiving...For tomorrow.” It was a random comment, but he’d needed to say something.
Braden nodded. “You’ll do great. You guys will have a good time. Get some sleep. I’ll lock up.”
And then Braden Roth was gone.
Chapter Nine
Braden had to leave his house at eight thirty the next morning to make it to his parents’ place by ten. They wouldn’t eat Thanksgiving dinner until about three, but he didn’t make it home as often as he should, so when he did go, he went early.