Page 49 of Caught Running
Jake turned his head and pressed his lips to Brandon’s demandingly, shifting his hips to settle between his legs. “Means that some time between Friday and this morning I fell pretty damn hard for you,” he breathed, his heart pounding.
Sweet Jesus. “Fell for me—me?” Brandon asked in surprise, fingers gripping Jake hard as he hoped with everything that was in him.
“Hard,” Jake breathed with a nod, his face pressed against Brandon’s cheek, unable to look at him.
Brandon moaned sharply as he clasped Jake’s face between his hands and pulled him up to kiss him, ever so lightly, gentle, like before. “Me too,” he whispered.
Jake’s breath left him in a little rush of air, and he kissed Brandon yet again, reaching between them with his other hand to slide a lubricated finger into the man little by little .
Shuddering, Brandon’s breath hitched, then relaxed utterly as he fell into the kiss. This was not ‘just sex’ anymore. Not to him.
“Christ, what have we done?” Jake panted as he kissed Brandon urgently and prepared him as quickly as he dared.
“Don’t know, just don’t stop, please,” Brandon begged as soon as their lips parted, writhing under him. Jake nodded obediently and lifted himself up, covering his cock in the slick lubricant and then lowering himself back down to capture Brandon’s lips as he guided himself in.
“Jake, ohGod, don’t let me go,” Brandon whispered, closing his eyes as he welcomed the other man into his body, hitching both legs up around his waist. “Oh please...” He was out of his mind with what Jake had admitted. It exploded in his head and burned through him like wildfire.
Jake responded by rocking his hips and groaning as he slid his hand under Brandon’s shoulders to pull their bodies closer together. Brandon wrapped around Jake like a limpet ... he thought distantly that this was getting totally out of hand, echoing Jake’s most recent question. But he couldn’t bring himself to focus on it, not when he wanted this so much. “Now, Jake, now,” he breathed.
Jake pulled back and slammed into him, rocking deep inside before repeating the motion and falling into a punishing rhythm, whimpering and moaning Brandon’s name as hetried to keep the pace. Brandon’s abandoned cries of pleasure only served to encourage Jake further, and he gave up on any pretense of gentility. Brandon bit his lip against even more inappropriate words as the thrusts jarred him, almost as if each snap of his body was emphasizing what he felt.
Jake gasped now with each thrust into Brandon’s body, groaning as if the effort of not coming was too much for him to take without a struggle. He pulled almost entirely out of Brandon after every thrust, wanting to make damn certain Brandon enjoyed it. The pleasure and effort began to make him lightheaded, and with that came a complete loss of his considerable control. He cried out suddenly, pushing up to his knees and dragging Brandon’s hips up into his lap as he tried desperately to fight back his orgasm and fuck Brandon at the same time.
The lost sound wrenched from Jake made Brandon arch up against him. He gave a rough yell of strained pleasure as his entire body stiffened, and Brandon threw back his head and cried out his lover’s name as he slammed into orgasm, the proof of it marking them both with hot slickness. Jake’s body curled over his, hips losing their rhythm as his fingers dug into Brandon’s skin, and he came with a tortured shout.
His muscles twitched and clenched through the orgasm and Brandon was afraid he’d break out crying at the gorgeous pleasure of it, God help him. He squeezed his eyes shut and rode it out, wrapped around Jake as his shout echoed in his ears.
It felt like hours before Jake stopped shivering. He pushed up and looked down at Brandon finally, panting slightly, eyes screwed shut, skin glistening with sweat. Without a word he carefully pulled out, gasping at the over-stimulation of the friction, and lowered himself to his side next to Brandon.
Brandon didn’t even wait. He rolled over to wrap his arms back around Jake’s neck, curling as close as he could get while still trying to catch his breath.
Jake held him close, shutting his eyes as he tried to remember why in thehellhe’d told Brandon what he had. And what was more, it was true. And Brandon had reciprocated, something Jake had never expected. “We’re in quite a mess now,” he murmured affectionately.
Tightening his arms, Brandon nodded against Jake’s chest. He didn’t trust himself to speak just yet. He was quite afraid of what might come out.
Not getting any response, Jake frowned, worried, and lowered his head to press his lips against Brandon’s forehead. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.
“No,” Brandon murmured, shaking his head to reinforce his response. After a few moments, he had to say something. “A mess, huh?”
“I’m a mess,” Jake responded with a nod.
Brandon smiled a little and chuckled, keeping his head tucked against Jake’s neck. “No, you specifically saidwe’rein quite a mess.”
“Well, now, we are,” Jake argued sensibly. “Doesn’t mean the inner Jake isn’t doing a Snoopy dance, but it’s still a mess.”
Pulling back to look at Jake incredulously, Brandon justbarelyheld back a guffaw. “A ‘Snoopy’dance?”
“You can’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Jake insisted haughtily, raising his chin to hide the smile that played at his lips.
“Ah, okay,” Brandon said. He was more interested in the rest of what Jake said anyway. “I’m glad I could make you dance inside,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Jake’s mouth. Jake responded in kind, pulling Brandon closer and turning his head into the kiss.
Brandon sighed, but didn’t want to let the question slip away. It would bother him all night. “Jake. Mess. Talk,” he murmured against swollen lips.
Jake groaned plaintively and sighed as he rested his head back on the pillow. “If we’re ever found out,” he murmured in answer, “it could ruin us. And now we’ve got the added bonus of getting our hearts broken if something goes wrong.”
Brandon drew in a slow breath. He really hadn’t expected Jake to put it so plainly. But there it was, clear as day. “So now what?” he murmured, huddling in closer with his forehead against Jake’s shoulder, afraid to look at the other man’s face. “Do we just stop?” His voice broke at the end, reflecting how very much he didnotwant that. Jesus. They’d been ‘together’ for three days.Only three days.
“Pfft. I’m cynical, not masochistic,” Jake answered with a small laugh, squeezing Brandon tight.