Page 30 of Jamie
Suddenly, Silas was wriggling down his body, hands moving to spread his asscheeks. Then, without warning, Silas licked his hole.
He gasped, losing Bran’s nipple, utterly shocked.
Another lick slid along his most private spot, then another and another.
“I—Oh my god… he’s…” James couldn’t think.
“Blowing your mind?” Bran suggested, fingers circling his nipples, the touches at odds with the licking of his hole, yet they connected, like there was a wire between them, pulling tighter.
“I—I never… this is…” Huge. Fucking stunning.
“Don’t worry about trying to vocalize it.” Bran licked at his lips. “Just enjoy it.”
He nodded, swallowing hard, over and over. Enjoy? A tiny word for a huge sensation.
Bran leaned in and flicked the tip of his tongue across James’s right nipple. For such a small movement, it was huge. Not as big as the licks Silas was giving, but still, together they were mind-bending.
He was going to lose his fucking mind. All the way. Just boom.
Then Silas pressed his tongue inside James’s ass. Inside it.
He cried out, his cock jerking. “Please!”
“Do it again,” Bran demanded, voice rough.
Silas did. Again and again, fucking him with that hot tongue.
“Help me.” He pushed into Bran’s arms, and Bran reached down and spread his cheeks.
That let Silas push in deeper, everything becoming more intense. He whimpered and rubbed, writhing against Bran’s flat belly.
Bran sucked on his nipple some more, fingers playing with his other one. Silas’s hands were wrapped around his hips, fingers digging in and encouraging him to keep moving.
“I-I’m gonna… I’m sorry, but—” He couldn’t hold on.
“Mmm. A two-fer and so close together. We’re doing something right, Silas.” Bran didn’t sound the least bit put out that James was going to come again.
Silas didn’t reply to either of them—his tongue was otherwise occupied.
James sobbed, coming hard, his entire body convulsing. They held him through it, fingers stroking, petting him gently, soft kisses landing on his shoulders and lips.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered. He didn’t know what was wrong with him.
“Shh. Why are you apologizing?” Bran asked.
“I don’t know.” He sniffled softly.
Bran hugged him close. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. We were trying to bring you pleasure, and we did. So, you’re happy and we’re happy and it’s all good.”
“All good. Right. Thank you.” He was a silly ass.
“Your pleasure is our pleasure, boy.” Silas rocked against him, prick hard and hot against his lower back, his ass.
“Pleasure. I… are you going to make love to me?”
“Yes, sweet boy, I want to sink into your body and make love to you.”
Sweet. The compliment made him moan.
