Page 87 of Shattered

“Have you ever seen something so fucking beautiful?” I rasp, my eyes moving back to his hole as I gather spit in my mouth and dribble it down on his puckered hole.

“Your tight little hole takes my dick so well. It’s sucking me in like it can’t get enough, baby,” I drawl. “Do you think you can take me all, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please.” Brayden pants. I pull my dick out, and Brayden’s gaze snaps to me. Before he can say anything, with my hands underneath his thighs, I lift his legs up, gripping his forearms while I stand. I bring him with me. His legs draped over my arms, I hold him tight against me, his balls grazing my abs as I turn around and sit down. Brayden leans up, his knees pressed into the bench.

“Ride me,” I rasp. Brayden doesn’t waste a single second. He leans up, his hands wrapping around my dick as he lines it up with his wet hole. He lowers himself slowly, sharp breaths whooshing from his mouth. His eyes widen, locked onto mine. Fluttering as he sinks further down, I grip one hip tightly and squeeze from how fucking good this feels right now.

“I feel so fucking full,” he rasps as he takes me whole. I bring my other hands up, gripping his other hip, holding him still. I think I may spill inside him if he moves right now.

After a moment, we both catch our breaths, and the tingles settle. His hands hold each of my shoulders, and he slowly rises and then slowly drops himself down. I sit back, letting go of his hips and let him find his rhythm while I stare up at him as he watches me, his mouth open, eyes drowning in lust.

I bring my hands around the back of Brayden, gripping his ass cheeks as I open them and rut up into him.

“Jesus,” he gasps as I speed up, fucking his hole fast and hard from beneath.

“I’m going to come so far inside this hole, and you’re going to carry my cum inside you for weeks. When you walk, when you sit, you will feel me trickle out of you, and it’s then you will remember each time who you fucking belong to, baby. You’re mine, the meaning in every sense.”

Being inside Brayden turns me insane,primal. I want to stay buried in him forever. Brayden moans and scratches at my shoulders as I get faster, my balls drawing up as my body shivers. His eyes roll back as his body scatters in goosebumps.

“Paint me with your cum, Brayden. Fucking soak me!” I roar as my dick pulses with cum inside his body. Brayden’s eyes flutter closed as he shudders out his release, each spurt of cum soaking my abs as moans filter out of him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bohdi.” Brayden’s head lands on my chest as he struggles to steady his breaths. Moments later, He starts to move, but I grip his hips, keeping him close. “I’m not ready for you to move yet. Can we stay like this?”

“With you still inside me?” he questions, a slight taunt to his voice. I drag a finger up his spine, loving the way his body shudders against mine.

“Yes. I want to make sure my cum stays inside you as long as possible,” I rasp. With each rise of our chests, our bodies slide together, the sweat pouring from us. Somehow, I almost forgot we were in a sauna. I barely notice I’m on earth half the time when I’m with Brayden.

“You’re a fucking caveman, you know that?” he teases.

“Your caveman,” I whisper, placing a kiss on the side of his neck, and Brayden tenses, squeezing my sensitive dick inside him. A groan slips free, and he chuckles into my chest. I canalready feel my dick hardening again, and I think Brayden can, too, because he sits up instantly, eyes wide.

“Do you think you could take me again?” I smirk, watching his pupils dilate as he rises and sinks back down on me again.

I’ll take that as a yes.

Chapter forty-six

Brayden

“Are you ready for this?” Bohdi’s gaze locks onto mine as we stand outside the hall. The memories flood back, the time I stood inside, fighting for Bexley. But today, it’s different. Today, I walk in to deliver the news that Bexley is no longer with us. I inhale deeply, my neck cracking as I nod. Bohdi has been my rock, and my anchor this past month. Every crash, every moment of doubt, I’ve leaned on him. He’s carried me through it all.

Together, we visit the gravesite, and Bohdi speaks to Bexley. He apologizes for past words, regret etched in his eyes. He promises Bexley that Jace will help him. And then there are the little things—Nerds Ropes on my pillow, courtesy of Bohdi via Tray. His mission: to keep me smiling. And he succeeds every damn time. My smile barely leaves my face when he’s around. Even on the bad days, as soon as I see his face, the day doesn’t feel as bad anymore.

As I step into the hall, a few heads turn. Among them, I immediately recognize the lady who oversees everything. I offer a smile and walk over to her.

“Brayden,” she squints, questioning, as if trying to recall my name.

“That’s right, ma’am,” I reply, smiling. “I apologize for taking so long to return.”

She waves it off. “No need to worry, my boy. Help yourself to refreshments and find a seat. We’ll be starting soon.”

Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and I wonder if my emotions are evident. I nod, still smiling. Boh and I turn toward the table, grabbing two bottles of water. Brayden leans in. “I’m here with you every step. If it becomes too much, just let me know.” I smile back at him and glance around. Some faces are familiar from last time, while others seem new.

The lady addresses the group. “Everyone,” she begins, “we have Brayden here, whom some of you may remember from a couple of months ago.”

Some people wave, others nod and smile. “Hey!”

“How’s your brother doing?” a guy asks and I think I remember his name being Michael. I see Bohdi shift beside me and I take a deep inhale, playing with the fabric on my sweater.

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