Page 31 of Caught Running
Jake kissed him hard, the hand holding the tube traveling down to tug at Brandon’s thigh. He pushed up again, breaking the kiss regretfully, and squeezed out a line of the clear lubricant onto his finger as his eyes devoured Brandon. Without giving him time to second guess, Jake adjusted his position and kissed Brandon again, slowly this time, using a well-practiced finger to massage tense muscles.
Sighing long and low, Brandon pulled his legs further apart, one folding up against Jake’s side. He kissed Jake, hard, not wanting him to stop.Ever. “More, please, more,” he gasped against warm lips.
Jake practically snarled against Brandon’s lips and pressed his fingers inside, roughly. Brandon jerked under him with a cry of approval, tilting his hips up closer to Jake’s hand. Jake bitlightly at Brandon’s lower lip and twisted his fingers brutally, tangling his free fingers in the man’s hair when Brandon started to shift under him, trying to snap up his hips. Brandon shifted both legs even further apart, heels digging into the mattress as his body took over, leaving him to pant and make rasping cries with each plunge of Jake’s fingers.
Jake’s breaths came in painfully short gasps as he ran his tongue along Brandon’s teeth. Any inclination he possessed toward going slow flew completely out the window with Brandon’s cries. After another brutal twist of his fingers, he grunted demandingly and thrust his hips forward. If Brandon wasn’t ready, Jake wasn’t sure he cared at this point.
Shaking all over, Brandon dragged his eyes open as he practically wailed under Jake’s ministrations. “Oh fuck...” he bit off, voice gone dark and low. “Do it, for God’s sake!Please!” he urged, convinced he was about to go insane, and it would only get better.
Jake made another whimpering sound that he hoped at least sounded a little bit like a growl, and he pulled his fingers out and swiped them through the rest of the lube on Brandon’s thigh. “Roll over,” he breathed as he pushed back to kneel between Brandon’s legs and wrapped his lubed fingers around his own cock.
Dragging in deep breaths, Brandon pulled up one knee so he could move, and he climbed to his knees, bracing himself on his forearms near the headboard. If this went as he hoped, he’d be hanging onto that headboard very, very soon. He looked back over one shoulder, arrested by the sight of Jake—absolutely fucking gorgeous, built and very well-endowed Jake—moving behind him.
Jake shivered involuntarily as he watched Brandon move. Christ, was he really preparing to fuck him? Jake shook off the slight misgivings and placed his hand on the small of Brandon’sback and edged forward behind him. His fingers dragged across the skin, leaving behind red trails as Jake guided himself closer. “Ready?” he panted.
Brandon nodded, meeting Jake’s eyes. “Yeah,” he said, arching to press harder against Jake’s hand. He wanted thisso much.
Jake pressed the head of his cock against Brandon and watched the line of his shoulders as after a couple of tries he pushed slowly in. He groaned softly and his fingers curled against Brandon’s skin. Gripping Brandon’s hips, he flexed his own forward slowly, groaning again and unable to stop himself from rocking deeper.
Brandon gasped, tensing for a long moment, then relaxed, letting Jake in. It was an incredible feeling. Pleasure and pain because Jake was certainly the biggest he’d taken. He moaned Jake’s name and shifted back, trying to ease the ache and burn.
Jake gripped Brandon’s hips harder and pushed further into him, finally groaning out loud as the throb in his groin increased from the tightness. “If you keep moving this won’t last long,” he groaned roughly as he pushed his hand up the back of Brandon’s spine and leaned over him.
“Oh God—not the ‘move; don’t move’ thing again,” Brandon groaned, digging his fingers into the sheets as he tried to stay still.
“I didn’t tell you not to move,” Jake responded in a tight voice as he thrust forward slowly. “Just that it’ll be quick,” he groaned, reaching around to glide his fingers over Brandon’s balls.
Brandon arched and shoved back in response to his touch, crying out as Jake was pushed deeper. “Jesus,” he said weakly. “It’s gonna be quick and it’s still gonna kill me.” He could feel his cock aching, just barely brushing the bed below him with each of Jake’s pushes. It wasn’t enough stimulation yet.
Jake closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, knowing this felt incredible and different, but not sure why. He began to rock his hips slowly, his fingers digging into Brandon’s hip as his other hand encircled Brandon’s cock and squeezed. “Oh God,” Jake growled as he rubbed his thumb over the head. His stomach coiled and his groin throbbed pleasantly. “I see no reason to extend this past the few fucking seconds it’ll take for me to come,” he ground out as he pulled out, little by little. He rocked there as the pleasure continued to coil, and then he slammed into the man with a powerful snap of his hips.
Brandon’s ecstatic yell echoed off the walls as he quivered under Jake, all the clenching and knotting in his groin pulling tighter and tighter. Jake’s hand around him was just that much more working to tip him over the edge. “A few seconds,” he gasped out. His voice was thinned and borderline wild.
Jake’s free hand gripped Brandon’s ribs, slid down his side and back up to grab his shoulder and hold him still as Jake hit his rhythm. His hips rolled against Brandon’s ass and he thrust deeper and harder, working himself closer to completion, his hand massaging Brandon in the same punishing rhythm. His body flushed with heat and he bit his lip as he pounded into the other man even harder. “Fuck!” Jake shouted, his fingers digging in at Brandon’s collarbone. “Brandon,” he gasped, lowering his forehead to the man’s sweaty shoulder and whimpering as his orgasm rushed through him.
He’d remember the sound of his name on Jake’s lips for a long time, Brandon thought as he slid into orgasm with a deceptively soft gasp, moaning with each pulse as the fingers wrapped around him kept moving, extending the sensations until he trembled all over.
Jake’s body convulsed violently as he emptied himself into the man, his teeth sinking lightly into Brandon’s shoulder while he rode out the waves. He stayed like that for a long momentas his ears buzzed and head swam, until he pushed up and carefully pulled out of Brandon’s body. He flopped to his side with a groan and sprawled.
Once Jake moved, Brandon collapsed in place and fell to his side, curled up facing Jake and breathing hard. He was still seeing stars and he could still feel where Jake’s cock had been inside him. He moaned, stretched, and shifted his hips, feeling wet warmth trickle out, and he turned his face into the sheets to moan again, fingers clutching in the quilt.Fuckif that wasn’t the sexiest result of an incredibly hot fucking. It was nearly enough to get him hard again.
Jake lay next to him, breathing hard and utterly spent even though his mind was telling him to get up and do something. Preferably that, again. Eventually he turned his head to look at Brandon, chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to recapture his breath. “Fuck,” he groaned, raking his eyes over his partner. God, Brandon looked incredible; stretched out and glistening with sweat, face pressed into the sheets, hair loose and a mess, practically writhing from their fucking. “Fuck,” Jake offered again, this time a little more reverently.
Brandon opened hooded, dazed eyes to see Jake next to him, and the hunger that swamped him anew was inhuman. How was it possible for him to be so intensely attracted to this man? He lifted a shaky hand and reached out to touch Jake’s chest with his fingertips, just to make sure. He didn’t think there was any way this was a dream, not with his ass aching, his head spinning, and slick, warm come leaking between his thighs.
Jake folded his hand over Brandon’s and closed his eyes as he tried to slow his breathing. “Fuck,” he repeated for a third time. “God, you’re incredible,” he murmured without opening his eyes.
Brandon’s pulse slowly ratcheted down, and he gazed at the other man in wonder, a slightly amused smile tilting his lips atthe continued profanity. He didn’t know what he’d done to catch Jake’s attention, but he hoped like hell he could keep doing it. He felt Jake’s heart beating under his fingers, and the time seemed to stretch as he lifted that hand, taking Jake’s with it, to lightly trace the other man’s cheekbone and jaw. The tenderness almost seemed out of place, but he couldn’t help himself. It occurred to Brandon that he’d really like to be held right about now, but he didn’t know if Jake would go for it after the rough, frenzied, and mind-blowing sex.
Jake’s eyes opened as Brandon began to move, and he turned his head to the side to meet Brandon’s eyes as the man’s warm hand slid over the lines of his face. He gripped Brandon’s wrist hard, stopping the motion, and he gave the arm a little tug instead. “C’mere,” he growled, stretching his other arm out to the side and under Brandon’s neck.
Startling when Jake’s hand tightened, Brandon wondered if Jake was reading his mind. He scooted over close to Jake’s chest, curling his arm over his waist, laying his head on Jake’s shoulder and sighing. Jake rested his chin on top of Brandon’s head, wrapping his arms around the man as if they had done this a thousand times before. His thumb slowly slid back and forth over the side of Brandon’s wrist as he held it, and he wedged his foot in between Brandon’s ankles, burrowing his toes under the warmth of the other man. The fingers of his other hand slowly stroked up and down Brandon’s shoulder.
The warmth of Jake’s body lulled Brandon into a doze. He felt very safe and very comfortable, and he was sure he didn’t want to move anytime soon. Although he knew he had things he could—even should—be doing, none of them held any appeal. He sleepily mused that they had not only tonight, but tomorrow, and it seemed too good to be true.
Jake lowered his head slightly to breathe in the scent of sex and dirt and shampoo. Finally adjusted and comfortable, he sighed heavily and opened his eyes again.
Sitting unobtrusively on the corner of the mattress was the little box of condoms.