The second he felt that tight, hot channel around him, his erection jerked. “Hold still a second. Fuck, you feel so good, Braden.”
When he got his body under control, Wes roped his arms around Braden, grabbing onto his shoulders. As he thrust up, he pushed Braden’s body down. Each time they moved together, pleasure rocked through him, vibrated as if coming straight from Braden and into him. He kissed the back of Braden’s neck as they fucked—thrusting up each time he pushed Braden down. He licked the tattoo on Braden’s upper back, wanting to taste his skin.
His orgasm was right there, begging to explode but it somehow wasn’t enough too. Every way, he’d thought, and that had been the truth. He wanted more.
Wes rolled them, still keeping their bodies connected as Braden now lay on his stomach on the bed, Wes flat on his back. He pulled out as far as he could before slamming forward again.
The curve of Braden’s ass fit against his crotch. His hole hugged him tight as he made love to him.
“Fuck...right there. Harder, Wesley,” Braden urged, and Wes obeyed. He pulled out to the tip again before pumping, thrusting, into Braden over and over.
More, more, more. Why the fuck couldn’t he get enough?
Wes pulled out. “Turn over.”
Braden did, lying on his back, facing Wes with his legs open for him. His dick looked painfully hard, gorgeous, swollen and veined as it rested against his stomach.
He jerked his eyes away, met Braden’s, who said, “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me before.”
Maybe he hadn’t. Or maybe he’d never seen himself. Wes wasn’t sure, he just knew he needed more. He pushed inside Braden again. Braden, who wrapped his arms around him and squeezed his ass.
Wes thrust...fucked...made love to Braden. Braden kept one hand on Wes’s ass, but with the other he jacked himself off. Wes’s balls felt full, ached like they could pop. He leaned forward, pushed his tongue into Braden’s mouth, and wondered if the man tasted himself there.
“Fuck. I’m gonna...”
He didn’t get all the words out before he felt Braden stiffen, before ropes of white shot from his dick and into the space between them. That was all it took for Wes to follow, for pulse after pulse of cream to rip from him.
Like Braden said earlier, he felt like he might never come again as he collapsed on top of his lover.
Braden ran his hand up and down Wes’s back as they both breathed heavily.
“Who else left you, Wesley?” Braden asked. “I know your dad left and your mom and Chelle died. Who else left you?”
His stomach felt like someone had set a bomb off inside it, but...but it didn’t keep him from answering, because he wanted to give Braden everything he could.
“My boyfriend. Alexander.” He’d known everything and yet he’d still just up and left Wes because Wes wasn’t giving him what he wanted. Wes hadn’t been enough to keep him.
“You were in love with him?”
“Yes.”
“I hate him,” Braden said with a mock chuckle. Wes appreciated the effort.
“We were together a long time. You know how I am, know that I’m distant. I was like that before I met him but I fell for him, anyway. We were together almost five years.”
Braden kept stroking his back, and Wes found he needed it.
“I loved him but it wasn’t enough. I came home from work one day and he had his shit packed. It wasn’t that he’d met anyone else, he just...didn’t love me anymore. He said he’d fallen out of love with me a long time before and couldn’t keep pretending. Then he was gone.”
“Hey.” Braden tilted Wes’s head up, with a finger under his chin, forcing Wes to look at him. “That’s not me. I don’t walk away. I won’t leave you.”
The bomb in his gut was suddenly gone. He’d handled losing Alexander. He’d really loved him, but he was over him now. Braden? He didn’t ever want to have to get over losing him. He wasn’t sure he could.
Wes leaned forward and kissed Braden deeply, slowly. Braden’s hands cupped the sides of his head and made love to his mouth.
“Mmm, you can kiss, Wesley. Can I tell you something else?”
Before Braden could get the words out, his cell beeped. Wes rolled off him as Braden went to the bathroom and grabbed it from his pants. He hadn’t needed to tell Braden they had to check it in case his mom called about Jessie. He’d somehow just known.
“My sister isn’t feeling well so they’re coming back early. We have about twenty minutes. Guess she knew we might need the heads up.”
Well, there went that. Braden jumped in a quick shower while Wes cleaned up himself then the bed. The whole time he wondered what Braden had been about to tell him.