Page 66 of Shattered

“I—uh, did some research.” I mutter. Brayden bites his lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “Hey, don’t mock me,” I smirk.

“I think it’s hot you done research.” He frowns. “Well, as long as it was for me, you did the research for.” I lean forward, brushing my lips against his.

“Who else?” I raise an eyebrow.

I lean over to the nightstand and open the second drawer, pulling out a small tube of lube.

Brayden’s eyes follow my every move. I sit between his open leg, his dick fucking straining and I’m tempted to lean down and lick the head, but I know once I start, I won’t stop. When he comes, I want to be inside him. I uncap the lube and squeeze a small amount on my finger.

My eyes flick up to meet Brayden, he pants, his mouth open as he lifts his legs up slightly for me, baring himself fully.

“I want to make sure you’re ready for me first.” My voice is raspy as I stare down at his untouched hole. “If it gets too much—”

“Bohdi, please shut up and touch me,” Brayden begs, squirming. As soon as I touch his hole, my dick jumps for joy like it’s congratulating me for touching him. My balls tingle just from touching him. How am I ever going to fuck him without coming? Fuck. I push one finger slowly into him.

“Shit, fuck,” Brayden mutters. I push it in until my finger is completely buried, knuckles deep, and pull it back out, repeating the same thing again. Brayden squirms.

“You OK?” I ask.

“Yeah, just keep going.” He pants as if he’s been out running. I add the second finger and as soon as the tip is both in, I feel himtighten around my fingers and my dick leaks pre-cum. I stare down at my dick as a bead of cum drips down the side.

Jesus Christ.

“Ommmffuckkkkk.” Brayden’s incoherent words and moans are doing things to my dick, because it fucking bounces up and down like a fucking cheerleader, cheering for Brayden’s moans. I push my fingers in deeper, curling them slightly, like I read about.

“Jesfuckchrist.”Brayden’s words and moans spear me on as I pull them out and push them back in, picking up the speed.

“Fuck, fuck,” Brayden grits out.

“Does it feel OK?”

“It burns a bit, but when you—” I curl my finger as Brayden’s breath hitches. “That, do that again,” he begs, his eyes squeezed shut. I curl my fingers and keep rubbing on the spot.

“That . . . I need it . . . Fuck . . . Bodhi . . . please . . . more,” Brayden whines, my dick weeps with every sound and I don’t know how I’m going to hold out.

“Come!”

Brayden gasps. I pull my fingers out as ropes of cum soak Brayden’s abs.

“Ahhhhh, fuck!” Brayden rasps as I push my fingers back in. His dick continues to pulse, cum soaking his abs. I pull my fingers out and stare down at the fucking masterpiece that lies before me. Before I can even think about it, my hand comes up to his abs, rubbing my finger through the ropes of cum and bring it up to my mouth, sucking on my finger. Brayden’s drunk looking eyes ablaze as he stares at me.

“So, fucking sweet,” I rasp, leaning down and capturing his lips. “You come so good for me, Bray,” I whisper into his lips as he moans into my mouth.

“Please, fuck me.” His eyes—once a tranquil blue, are now transformed into a deep, thirsty black—lock onto mine withan intense lust. The air between us becomes charged, almost electric. I can hear the faint, ragged sound of his breathing, feel the warmth radiating from his skin. As his eyes slowly close, he breathes out, his voice a desperate whisper. “Please.”

“I love when you beg me.”

Chapter thirty-five

Bohdi

Ipull a condom out of the drawer. Brayden watches my every move as I put it on. We haven’t spoken about condoms, but I assume it’s the thing to do. Brayden doesn’t stop me.

I squirt lube on the head of my dick, covering it in the latex, and squirt some more on my fingers as Brayden lies on his back, staring up at me, his chest rising at a rapid pace. My hands tremble with eagerness as I hold my dick in my hand and stare down at Brayden, who gazes at me like I’m the answer to life.

Right now I feel like I am.

Bringing myself to his hole, I stare down as my swollen head probes his opening. Brayden instantly tenses. My gaze moves up to Brayden’s eyes, and he nods, relaxing slightly for me. His ass sucks on my swollen head and I have to grit my teeth.

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