Page 25 of Betting Brett

She doesn’t make it through the entire movie, dozing off with about twenty minutes to go. Brett sees this and decides it’s time to call it. He gently wakes her up and starts her on the nightly routine while I clean up the living room.

After tucking Izzy into bed, Brett and I retreat to his bedroom. The heaviness of the day still lingers, so there’s a sense of relief as we get ready for bed, the conversation between us shifting to lighter subjects. I show him a couple of memes I found online, and he tells me about some benign drama that’s happening at work. It’s nice. Brushing my teeth next to him, changing into our boxers and t-shirts for bed. We hadn’t really discussed me sleeping over, but it just feels like the right thing to do as we both lay down for the night.

The sheets are cool and inviting as we settle in, our bodies instinctively gravitating towards each other. In this moment, it's just the two of us, wrapped up in our own cozy world.

“Thank you for being here with me tonight,” Brett says.

As if I’d rather be somewhere else.

“And thank you for being such an amazing father. Izzy is really lucky to have you and Jen as parents.”

“I’m really lucky to have her as a daughter.” He moves me closer to him. “And I’m really lucky to have you in my life, too.”

“Right back at ya,” I say, shifting so that my leg rests on his underneath the covers. Brett's fingers trace lazy patterns on my arm and around my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Our eyes meet, and there's a depth of emotion there that words can't capture. I lean in, covering his lips with mine. The kiss is slow and tender at first, a gentle exploration. But as the minutes pass, it deepens, becoming more passionate and urgent. I start getting hard and decide not to be shy about it, rubbing my hips against him so that my erection touches his thigh.

Our hands roam more widely, exploring the familiar yet still new terrain of each other's bodies. The soft fabric of our shirts becomes a barrier, and in unspoken mutual agreement, we pull away just long enough to discard them. Brett jumps out of bed just long enough to flip the lock on the door, then climbs back under the sheets, lying partly on top of me. Our chests press back together, the feeling of skin on skin sending a jolt of sensation through me and making me sign with satisfaction.

Brett's lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone, eliciting a soft moan. Our hips grind together, the friction causing a delicious heat to build in my pelvis. I can feel Brett's arousal pressing against mine, and the knowledge that I'm affecting him this way sends a thrill through me. I throw the sheets off of us and look down, seeing that Brett’s stiff cock has already slipped out the front of his boxers, throbbing for attention.

“Mm,” I say, giving him a stroke. “Someone’s excited.”

“Yeah, that makes two of us,” Brett says as he grabs my bulge, still contained by my increasingly wet black boxer briefs.

We shift, our bodies tangling together as we continue to explore. It's a dance of passion and desire, each touch and kiss stoking the fire that burns between us. But the final barrier between us needs to go. I reach down and pull off his boxers, taking mine off immediately after.

There. Both of us were naked. Both of us rock-hard.

I pause for a moment in realization. This is the first time we've been fully naked together, vulnerable in every sense of the word. Naked like this, at least. Of course, I’d seen him in the showers after football games and practice, but that setting was entirely different from the one we were in now. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says as he runs his hand down my chest, his eyes full of reverence. Our hands glide over each other, fingers wrapping around each other’s lengths. The sensation is electric, and I gasp at the pleasure. Brett lets out a satisfied groan. His touch is sure and confident, his grip firm and gentle. I mirror his actions, our movements becoming synchronized as we bring each other closer to the edge, jerking each other off. I run my thumb over his leaking slit, lifting it to see a clear string of pre-cum attached. I bring it up to my lips, smile as I suck it, tasting him.

Brett's eyes are dark with desire as he looks at me. "Fuck, I want to taste you now," he murmurs, his voice husky.

Before I can respond, he starts moving down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kisses over my happy trail, his hands on my thighs, eyes locked with mine. Finally—finally—he reaches my cock. He grabs it with both hands, smiling as if he’d just won the damn lotto.

“Let me know if I’m doing it wrong,” Brett says as he slowly lowers himself.

“Just don’t use teeth. I’m sure you—” I can’t finish the sentence. When he takes me into his mouth, it's a sensation better than anything I've ever felt. The warmth, the wetness, the gentle suction – it's all too much and not enough at the same time. My world cracks open, my heart spilling out, my soul linking with his. It’s that fucking intense.

I never want it to end.

Brett seems to be enjoying himself. He’s a little hesitant at first, but it only takes him a couple of minutes before his enthusiasm is evident in every move he makes. His throat works around me as he tries to swallow me, his own cock hanging heavy and hard between his muscular legs. He takes his time, exploring and savoring, His tongue swirls around the head before taking me deeper. The sight of him, so intent on pleasuring me, is almost as intoxicating as the sensations he's eliciting.

I can feel the pressure building, the coil of pleasure tightening in my core. "Brett," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm close."

He pulls away just long enough to flash me a wicked grin. "I know," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. And then he's back, doubling his efforts, determined to push me over the edge.

The world narrows down to the sensation of Brett's mouth on me, the rhythmic movement of his hand, and the soft sounds of pleasure that escape his stretched lips. It's too much, and with a cry, I'm coming undone, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I unload.

Brett moves back up, pulling me into a deep, searing kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and the realization sends another jolt of desire through me. I flip us over, pinning him beneath me. It's my turn to return the favor, and I'm eager to show him how much I learned about his hot spots last time. I’m pretty proud of myself. By the time he spills down my throat, I’ve managed to edge him and back off three times. We finally collapse, exhausted and sated, wrapped up in each other, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Brett's fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, his touch gentle and soothing. "That was... incredible," he whispers, sounding absolutely spent.

I smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "It was. And it's just the beginning."

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