Page 53 of Shattered

We stumble backward, seeking refuge against the wall. His hands explore and ignite every nerve. The world tilts on its axis as his dick, only tented by the towel, stands up straight as he rubs himself against me, against my hardness only concealed in my jeans.

“Fuck,” he gasps, my lips attack his as he tries to speak.

“You’re,” he breaths, I moan into his mouth, pushing harder into him.

“Here,” he says breathlessly, biting at my lip. I pull away and our eyes connect, keeping us still in our bubble.

“I couldn’t resist seeing you.” I pull back slightly, my gaze dropping to the tented white towel. Brayden’s eyes lock with mine, a blush creeping up his face before a devilish smirk curves his lips.

“Are you gonna do something about that?” Everything inside me screams yes as he confidently smirks at me. I’ve imagined this moment—the touch, the hesitation—but now, I’m anything but hesitant. I want to feel his bare skin in my grip, watch his face as I unravel him with my hands and more. The air thickens, charged with anticipation.

I step closer, my fingers trembling with need as they trace the edge of the towel. Brayden’s smirk widens, and he leans in, capturing my lips with a hunger that ignites every nerve. The world continues to stand still, leaving only the heat of our bodies, the urgency of our desire. His hand slides down my spine, and I press against him, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric. We’re suspended in our bubble, where time bends and rules blur.

My body pulses with heat, our breaths mingling as if they’ve become one. Brayden’s hands find the curve of my waist, pulling me as close as he can until there’s no space left between us. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I tilt my head back, surrendering to the sensation, the hunger, the longing. The towel falls forgotten to the floor. I gulp as my hands move between us and I wrap my hand around the smooth skin of his dick.

“Fuck,” he rasps, tracing lazy kisses over my neck. My dick fucking weeps for him. I slowly pump my hand once and he groans as if it pains him.

“I’m not gonna last long.” His voice is a tortured whisper, as though pain and longing have merged into one. The knowledge that I’m the one that’s doing this to him ignites a burning flame within me.

“Sir,” he groans loudly, desperate. The tingling sensation begins in my balls at that one word. There’s no way I’m coming in my pants. No way. I squeeze Brayden’s dick slightly, more so trying to hold off my own dick from exploding.

“Fuck,” he moans again, and I lean my head back to gaze at him. His hooded eyes, full of desire, lock onto mine, threatening to unravel my composure.

“Your eyes don’t leave mine, Brayden.” My voice comes out raspy and he nods eagerly, his mouth open and more moans filter through. I speed up my hand, secretly loving the way his eyes close slightly and they roll back.

“Brayden,” I growl, reminding him. His eyes snap back to mine and then widen slightly and his mouth opens as his harsh puff of air fans my face.

“Sir, I’m going to come,” he rushes out, right before ropes of cum squirt over me and my hand. I look down, watching his dick pulse and leak and it undoes me. The word ‘Sir’ and witnessing his release overwhelms me and I shudder, my body betraying me as if I’m an inexperienced teenage boy as I feel ropes of my own cum leak from my dick. A guttural grunt escapes my lips, and I squeeze my eyes shut, grateful for my jeans concealing the dampness beneath.

We both regulate our breathing, leaning our head on each other’s shoulders.

“Fuck that was amazing.” Brayden’s croaky voice has me grinning when I lean back, his cheek flushed and hair disheveled. I’ve decided this is my new favorite look on Brayden.

His post-orgasm look.

His hands brush my abs as they move downward, and I react swiftly, capturing them. His frown deepens, but I shake my head.

“I’m fine,” I assure him. “Besides, we’re running late for dinner.” I flash a grin and take a step back. If I don’t put some distance between us, I won’t be leaving anytime soon.

“Dinner?” He frowns, lifting the towel from the floor and draping it around himself. My eyes traces his well-defined abs, and I gulp as I stare at the dried-up cum.

“Yes, well, we’re not dining out for obvious reasons. Instead, we’re ordering takeout and heading to a secluded spot, I know.” I smile, pleased that I’ve already organized our evening. His face brightens, but then his eyes widen.

“Wait, where are you staying tonight?”

“I’m driving back tonight,” I reply. Brayden’s face scrunches up.

“No way,” he protests. “It’s over a four-hour drive home. Surely you can stay somewhere and drive back tomorrow?”

“It’s fine,” I assure him. “I have a lot to get done tomorrow. It’s best I get back tonight.” Brayden nods slowly, avoiding my gaze.

He hesitates, our eyes locking, his cheeks flushed. “Did you come all this way just to watch me play?” His words hang in the air.

I lean in, my lips brushing against his. “And to kiss you,” I admit, feeling my heart flutter as his cheeks turn crimson.

I love the way I can make him blush.

“You got a bit more than you hoped for, then?” He smirks, his confidence returning.

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