Page 47 of Betting Brett

“To new beginnings,” Andy toasts, his cock still hard. He’s wearing a white pair of Calvin’s. I can see where the fabric is darker from his precum—marking the spot I want to rub my face against.

Fucking hell. This man was the hottest person I’d ever seen.

“To us,” I reply, the simplicity of the words belying the depth of the emotion they carry—a whole ocean’s worth of emotion, of history. And I never want to get out of these warm waters ever again.

“I’ve been waiting for this, Brett,” Andy confesses, the vulnerability in his eyes a mirror to my own. “Ever since we were kids. I can’t explain it, but I always felt like we were meant to be.”

“You and me both, Andy,” I reply. The words are a confession and a proclamation, a dance of souls that’s been years in the making.

The champagne is forgotten as we kiss again. I press my bare chest against his, relishing in the heat that consumes me from the inside out. Andy’s hand moves lower, running over my back, squeezing my ass. I groan into our kiss, my eyes shut, but my entire body alive and aware, like a live wire, sparking in the air. Andy’s fingers brush against the waistband of my briefs, the touch a spark that ignites the kindling of desire that’s been building within me. I’m on fire, every cell, every fiber vibrating with the desire I have for this man.

“Someone’s excited,” Andy says teasingly as he runs a hand over my length.

“Yeah, I can see that,” I say as I drop my eyes to his own straining erection.

“I think we need to go to the bedroom,” Andy says, his voice breathy and impatient.

“Let’s go,” I say. I pull him into the bedroom, the heat between us a tangible, electric entity. The champagne buzzes in our veins, but it’s nothing compared to the intoxication of our closeness, of the raw, unbridled desire that’s been simmering between us for years. Andy’s eyes are dark with a mix of emotions that mirror my own. I want to be as close to him as possible, a magnetic pull that’s as undeniable and powerful as gravity. I close the distance between us, my hands finding his skin, fingers tracing every line I can reach, reveling in the feeling.

He lowers my briefs, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat that radiates between us. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking hard. I throb in the air for him, Andy looks down as his warm palm encases me, his lips moving to my neck. I drop my head back and feel my entire body relaxing. I feel incredible, like I’ve won the fucking lotto ten times over.

Andy lowers himself, his lips a breath away from my cock. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. And then, contact. His lips wrap around me, and I instantly see explosions of sparks in my vision.

The external world fades away, and it’s just sensation. Andy swirls his tongue over me, lighting me up. I groan and twine my fingers through his hair, pressing on the back of his head, encouraging him to take more of me. And more. And more.

“Oh fuck, Andy, that’s it. You look so fucking good with my cock down your throat.”

He looks up at me, mouth full of dick, eyes full of lust. I start to thrust, fucking his face as he opens his mouth wider, taking me all the way down.

I could cum right there and then, but I pull back. I want more tonight. So much more.

I lower him onto the bed, not letting go for a second. I’m on fire for him, every touch ignites another blaze. I explore Andy with my hands and my lips, marking every inch of him as territory that’s always been mine to claim. I lower his briefs and pull them off of him, his cock slapping onto his belly loudly.

I move lower, worshipping every inch of him. I kiss his thighs, his knees, and his feet, before I start trailing kisses back up. I reach his cock but flip him around, kissing his ass, each round and perfect globe. Then I spread them and try to blow his world as I move in, my tongue moving up and down, circling his hole and making him arch and writhe on the bed like a wild animal. He fists the sheets and moans in pure pleasure as I get him wet with my spit, exploring him in a way that turns me fucking feral.

But I still want more, I want to be even closer. I want to be inside of him.

“I want to fuck you,” I say, kissing my way up his back. Andy lifts his ass, grinding it against me.

“Oh God, please, Brett. I want you inside me.”

It takes no time at all to get lube on my cock. I position myself against his hole. He’s already wet and loose from my mouth. He’s accepting me in, his body relaxed enough not to put up any fight. With a single thrust, I slip inside him, my world tunneling down into this very moment. The heat is all-consuming, the tightness instantly wrapping around me. My eyes roll back as I slowly push in deeper, relishing every inch of warmth.

“Oh God, Brett. That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Take it. Take all of me.” I push in until I’m balls deep inside him. Stars circle my vision, my bedroom melting away and leaving us on cloud nine. I hold myself there for a moment, enjoying this feeling so much. Wishing it could last forever.

But soon I need more. I pull back and thrust, over and over, until the crescendo picks up, and I’m fucking him senseless, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the sounds of our animalistic grunts.

I can’t control myself, the heat and intensity wrapping around my entire body. Andy grows flushed, a pink color that slowly climbs up his muscular back. His head is buried in the pillow, his moans muffled.

“Fuck, Andy, I’m going to come.”

The words barely made it out of me before my entire body unraveled. The climax is a blaze, a fire that consumes us both. I unload, filling him with my seed, my hands digging into his hips and holding him there as his body twitches and spasms with his own orgasm.

In the aftermath, we both let out a pleased and relieved chuckle as I gently pull out. Our bodies may have been spent, but our hearts were overflowing. I pull Andy close, the heat of his body a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that just exploded between us. I make sure to keep him on the side of the bed without the mess we just made together.

The world outside is still distant, still feeling unreal, and it’s just Andy and me. As our breathing steadies, the intensity of the moment lingers, an electric charge in the air that neither of us wants to dispel. Andy’s body is a warm, grounding presence beside me, his skin flush against mine. We’re a tangle of limbs, the physical boundaries between us blurred in the aftermath of a connection that’s raw and profound.

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