Page 45 of Fall of Us
“Fuck, Andrew. Yes.” Brandon praised as it sank inside.
He was so warm and perfect, squeezing me in just the right way. His body is the perfect mold to hold mine. I rushed to stretch him with a second finger until he was a whimpering and whining mess, thrashing against his sheets.
As I sat at the precipice, the head of my cock notched at his entrance, it all came crashing into me. I felt so bad about hiding things because I loved Brandon Davis. Not just as a friend. I’d always been in love with him, but adding in an actual relationship, even one in hiding, had made those feelings even stronger.
“Andrew...” His hips bucked in impatience as I continued to just sit there.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. When I pulled back, Brandon whined again, but quieted when I shifted him to his hands and knees. I enjoyed looking at him, but there wassomething intimate about this as well. With his back to me, I could pull him closer.
My cock ached as I pulled him back into position. The tip sank inside, just past the first ring of muscle, causing both of us to curse. The pressure was exquisite, and I wanted to sink in faster, to soak up all of his warmth.
Chapter 28
Brandon
Oh, my God.
My breath caught in my chest as Andrew sank in deeper. I wanted to look into his eyes so badly, to read the emotions flashing across his face, but this felt so incredible I understood why he was doing it. When he fully seated himself, he leaned back, pulling me onto his lap with his dick buried in my ass.
I was so damn full, and all I wanted to do was ride him uninhibited. When Andrew’s lips fell to my neck in a soft whisper, I melted a tiny bit more for him. He said I deserved to be worshiped, and this was exactly what he was doing. Showing me I was worth him taking his time. To savor the moments.
Andrew’s hands grasped my waist and tightened. He pushed and then pulled, fucking me on his cock. The groan that fell from my lips was sinful and needy. Our movements were slow and measured. Perfect. Us. So full of love and devotion.
I moved faster, bouncing in his lap and the room filled with sounds of our harsh breaths and skin slapping against skin. Andrew’s hand snaked around my front and wrappedaround my erection. It bobbed obscenely as he jerked it in rhythm with our thrusting. My senses went into overdrive. The smell of sweat and sex tossing me over the edge.
With a cry, my cum spilled over Andrew’s fingers, milky white spilling over his darker skin.
Andrew’s teeth sank into my neck as he muffled his own cry of release. The warm gush was a comforting feeling. Another branding that made me his.
As we collapsed to the bed, Andrew wrapped his arms around me, keeping me plastered to his chest. His breathing was shaky against my neck as he came down from the high of his orgasm. We lay there in our mess for what felt like forever. I was okay with forever, as long as it meant that I kept him.
“What about dinner?”
I laughed at his question.
“I turned off the stove. Making sure you were okay was more important than chicken noodle soup.”
His lips on my neck sent tingles down my spine. They trailed slowly up and down and if he wasn’t careful, I was going to be ready for round two shortly. Though, I didn’t think he’d complain with the way I could feel him stirring against me.
Andrew’s fingers drew lazy patterns against my abdomen and I wanted too badly to turn in his embrace. His eyes always showed everything. What was he thinking?
I gave into the temptation and wiggled in his embrace, but his eyes were closed by the time I rolled to face him, as if he knew what I was trying to do.
“Andrew?”
His eyes opened, and the air rushed from my lungs. Longing. So much longing. He had me and he was still missing something. Something I wasn’t giving him. I knew what it was, but I was still terrified to give it.
“Maybe we should get back to dinner?” Andrew sat up, leaving me feeling cold on the bed.
He went to the bathroom and when the shower started, I felt like I was going to be sick. I was fucking it up on my own.
Ipicked at the napkin while waiting for my drink to arrive. Little shreds of white paper scattered the bar when Shawn stopped in front of me.
“Okay, spill.” He set down a new napkin, placing my drink on top of it.
I looked at him with wide eyes, confused by his question. “What doyou mean?”
Shawn crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. His dress shirt pulled tight against his shoulders. It was the first time I noticed how muscular his arms were. Not that I normally paid attention to that. Especially when it was one of my friends, and that friend wasn’t Andrew.
