Page 86 of Shattered

“Brayden,” I growl, my composure tethering on the edge. He’s next to me one minute, tracing his fingers along my arm. The next he’s in front of me.

On his knees.

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want this, and I will stop,” he utters. And he knows. He fuckingknowshe has me because there’s nothing I want more.

“You’re not playing fair,” I say, gulping as his hands pull on my shorts.

My hips lift as if his touch is the magic passcode, and my body listens to him and him only. Pulling out my dick, he kisses the tip before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking. My toes curl into the wet, tiled floor as I grip the bench on either side of me. Brayden’s eyes stare up at me, his drool-slicked lips lap at my dick, and I can’t take my eyes off him. His eyes don’t leave mine as his pupils dilate so much that his eyes almost appear black. His beautiful blue eyes no longer look up at me; it’s just darkness. I need his blue back.

“My baby looks so fucking good, slurping on my dick.” His eyes lazily close as he groans around my dick, making my balls draw up. I pant, trying to hold back from coming. I want to come in his tight little ass as I watch my dick disappear into his bubble butt cheeks.

“How much does my baby want me to fuck him, mmm?”

I lean forward, causing Brayden to lean into me more to suck my dick down as I run my hands down his sweat-slicked back.Collecting as much sweat as possible before I run my hand down and move a digit around his hole. The moisture from his body and the air allows my finger to slip into his ass easily. He moans again around my dick as I add another finger, his ass swallowing my fingers as he tenses.

“Your ass is greedy for me, Bray. It wants to swallow my dick until I come deep inside.”

Bray’s lips pop off my dick. His head leans back under my arm, gazing up at me.

“Fuck me, please, Boh. Fuck me,” he whimpers on his knees like the pretty good boy he is.

“If you want me to fuck you, you gotta come sit on it.” I lean back, my arms mirroring the way Brayden’s was, and I push my hips forward, my dick bouncing and slapping against my stomach.

“If you want it, fucking ride me,” I taunt him.

Brayden instantly stands, his shorts drop, and his legs overlap against mine. He sits on my lap, rubbing his dick along mine as he leans in, grasping my face and attacking my lips with his own. Our tongues become a battle. He thinks he can be in charge because he’s on top of me, but that’s not how this goes. With his legs overlapping mine, I raise a small yelp, escaping his lips.

“What are you doing?” he pants into my mouth, between his lips on mine.

I turn us around and seat him on the bench. “I need you a little more wet, baby,” I whisper into his lips, trailing kisses across his jaw. Lingering my lips over the shell of his ear, I remember the moans that left his mouth last time, and as if I were right, the same thing happens again.

“Sir.” Puffs of air come out rapid.

My lips and tongue explore every droplet of sweat, tracing a path down his chest. As I get lower, his dick nudges my bottom lip, and I suck on the head.

“Shit,” Brayden gasps as his fingers dig into my arms on either side of the bench. I suck on the head of his dick a few more times. His mouth opens, his eyes close as his head tips back. Gasps leave his mouth, but I let his dick slap against his stomach, trailing kisses down the rest of his dick, and then I kiss down his balls.

“Sir,” Brayden pleads, his voice a desperate whisper. “Please.”

“What are you begging for?” I ask, my breath catching.

“Everything,” he exhales, his gaze intense. “Give me everything.”

I use my hands to grip beneath his thighs as I push his back, his balls swollen and full hang there, begging to be sucked. I lean down, lapping at his balls, sucking, licking. Drool drips from my lips, some running down to his ass, as his legs twitch in my hands. Words leave Brayden’s mouth, but none of them make sense.

His gasps are heavy, his knuckles turn white from their tight grip on the bench, and as I allow my lips to travel further down, I glance up at Brayden. His eyes are wide but drowsy, staring down at me.

“Please,” he begs.

I lick his tight hole. Once, twice, and then Brayden’s eyes instantly roll back. I lap at his hole as if it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and right now, I think it is. Brayden ticks, pulses, and oozes pre-cum as I push my tongue inside him.

“Fuck, sir, fuck.” Brayden’s rushed words whoosh out of him as his body lurches forward.

“I’m going to come,” he whines, and I quickly withdraw my tongue.

“Not yet.” His devastated, stricken face looks at me. “I want to be inside you when you come, Brayden.”

Pushing his legs back, I line myself up and slowly push in, the head of my dick making it feel as if I’m pushing through abarrier. Rapid pants reach my ears, but I can’t look at him; I stare down at Brayden’s tight hole, squeezing the life out of my throbbing dick. I watch as his hole sucks my dick in inch by inch. Brayden tenses, and I gasp, halting my movement. I glance up at Brayden; his brows pinches together as he stares down his body where we’re connected.

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