Page 92 of Dear Mr. Brody

“I…I have those sweats you borrowed, um… second drawer on the left.” He pointed to his dresser, his eyes falling to my dick. We’d just messed around in the shower, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t game for more. When it came to Van, all I ever wanted was more. More kisses. More touches. Him. Every inch. “You know, the overpriced sweats.”

He chuckled, and I grinned as I sat on the edge of his bed. “Or… And I think I like this idea better. We could forgo the clothes. I mean, it’s my first sleepover. I think it’s a rule we’re supposed to be naked the whole night.”

“Is that so?” he asked, loosening the knot on his towel, and letting it fall to the floor. He walked toward me, his confident stride something I’d yet to witness and Christ, did it work for me. My cock hardened, and his chest hitched as he stopped in front of me. He ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m not familiar with that rule.”

“It’s a thing,” I said and peered up at him. Miles of silky skin and lean muscle on display. I reached up and flattened my palm on his stomach. “Or at least, it needs to be.”

“I think I could get on board with that.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, lowering my palm, and gripping his shaft.

He was thick and hot in my hand. A ragged breath caught in his throat as I leaned in and licked the head. Van’s eyes never left mine as I took him into my mouth. I worked him to the back of my throat, groaning when he thrust his hips. I cupped his balls, and his fingers twisted in my hair. I pulled back, stroking him as I buried my nose in his groin, licking a line down to his sack, wanting to taste him, wanting to give him everything.

“Lie down,” I said, my voice husky and more demanding than I’d meant.

But he didn’t hesitate.

Van sat on the bed and situated himself onto his back, his head on his pillows. I crawled over his body, leaving soft kisses on his hip, his abs, his chest, his neck, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. It was the first time we’d ever been like this. Every time we’d had a chance to be with each other, besides the two times we’d showered, it had been fast and messy and half-dressed. Hands and mouths, never skin on skin like this, laid out with the weight of my body over his.

“This okay?” I asked, resting my hands on either side of his head.

“Yes.” He raised his head and we kissed for what felt like hours.

Wet and deep, his stubble burning my chin and jaw, our cocks leaking against our stomachs, and every time I moved my hips, we’d shudder, a silent plea for more. I didn’t want to rush him, didn’t want to make him feel like I needed anything other than this, him beneath me, kissing me like I was his entire world. I wanted him to pace this, ask me, and when he finally did, it was like the first sip of water after a long run under the midday sun.

“Parker,” he panted against my lips. Lifting his hips, he grunted as I rocked against him, our cocks rutting together. “Please.”

I straddled his thighs, taking us both in hand, and he let out a desperate moan. Van pierced me with his gaze as I jacked us both, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. I pushed us to the edge and stopped when we were both close to falling.

“Do you trust me?” I asked and his pupils eclipsed his irises.

“Yeah… I do.” He sat up on his elbows as I moved.

I spread his legs a little, keeping my eyes on his, making sure I wasn’t taking too much or pushing him for more than he was willing to give. He showed no signs of reluctance as I pressed his knees back almost to his chest.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. If you don’t like something, tell me and I’ll stop. Alright?”

He nodded, his cheeks and chest flushing with color. “What are you going to do?”

“Taste you.” He was fully exposed, and I ran the pad of my thumb over his tight hole. “Here.”

He shivered as he closed his eyes.

When he didn’t say no, I leaned down and licked the length of his dick, sucking the head into my mouth. I teased his ass some more with my thumb, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive skin. My saliva trickled down his shaft, and I groaned when he reached for his thighs and pulled his legs back even farther.

“Fuck… look at you,” I said and sat up, wanting to see his face. He stared back at me through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling with weighted breaths. “Van…”

I let his name hang in the air between us as I leaned over and kissed his stomach, his hip, his inner thigh. I took my first taste and he fucking whimpered. The sound was ringing in my ears, it made me lightheaded, and I wanted to hear it again and again. I worked him open with my tongue until he was writhing, a fist in my hair, and one tangled in the blanket. He kept saying my name, and I wondered if he realized it. Like a chant over and over. Parker, Parker, Parker. I wanted nothing more than to bury my fingers inside him, fuck him until my name was more than a whisper, and scratched at his throat when he cried out in relief. I let the tip of my thumb slip inside him, and he stopped breathing.

“Parker, I—” I sat back, and he lowered his legs, framing my hips. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“That’s okay… we don’t have to—”

“I’ve only been with one person, and I… if you want me to get tested, I—”

“Van…” I massaged the muscles of his thighs and he exhaled. “I don’t think you need to be tested if you’ve only been with Lanie. Unless you think she cheated on you before the yoga guy.”

“No… it was only that one time, but we were over after that.” He lifted himself up onto his elbows. His hair still wild. It made me smile. “What about you? Have you been tested?”

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