Page 74 of Adrift Without You
“But—what? Bren, what does that—”
“Just shut it and come here.”
Bren surges forward, slamming me against the door and capturing my lips in a beautiful, bruising kiss. My temperaturesoars as his tongue connects with mine and all rational thought goes offline. My hungry hands grab and squeeze the muscles of his perfect bubble butt.
Needing control, I flip us, pinning Bren to the wall with my full weight and sucking on the pulse point of his throat.
“Fuck Bren,” I gasp, then attack his mouth once again, wanting to consume him. He groans sinfully, his voice low and rough, and I grind myself against him.
“Wait,” he says, pushing me backwards. “Should we talk first?”
“Are you mine?” I ask.
Bren nods. “Fuck yeah I’m yours.”
I grunt. That’s good enough for me. “Then talk later.”
Grabbing his hand, I drag him through the house towards my bedroom. Sure, I’d happily fuck him up against the door or bend him over the couch, but the lube is in the bedroom and I’m not going slow.
I kiss him hard, then shove him forcefully down onto the bed.
“Save the foreplay for later Davies and get those fuckin’ clothes off. I’m ready.”
I already have my T-shirt off, but the words,I’m ready, halt me for a second before I drop my shirt onto the floor. “What do you mean you’re ready?” I ask, eyes narrowing. “You douched, or you alreadystretchedyourself open for me?”
Bren just laughs, already down to his tight, black briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, his erection straining against the fabric.
“What a presumptuous fucker,” I tease as I strip my trackies and boxers off in one go.
Bren stops laughing, his eyes widening in shock.
Panic douses my arousal. “Shit, you haven’t changed your mind already, have you?”
He slowly raises his hand, pointing at my chest. My eyes drop down, confused, until I realise. The tattoo. “Oh fuck! You don’tlike it? Jeez, Bren, I’m sorry. I—I needed it. I needed a way to keep you near.”
He stands, eyes glued to the ink, then brushes his thumb across the letters. “Bren, I can get it re—” He cuts my words off with a kiss and we fall back onto the bed, rolling until his body is over mine. The kiss is deep and determined and answers every one of my questions.
Bren drags his teeth over my jaw and kisses down my neck, drawing a rumbling moan from deep in my chest. His tongue circles my left nipple while his fingertips tease the right, pre-cum leaking from my attention-seeking dick. I’m in fucking heaven.
“Straddle me, baby. Please,” I say, the neediness in my voice making me flush with embarrassment.
Bren does as I ask, wiggling his hips until my cock nestles between his ass cheeks. He traces the letters of his name above my pec. “Ky, I love it, but what I need right now is for you to lube up and fuck me like you own me.” I need no further invitation and reach over to the bedside table to retrieve the bottle from the drawer.
I fuck him in some of my favourite positions: both of us kneeling with one arm wrapped around his chest and the other around his leaking cock, whispering dirty things in his ear; reverse cowboy, watching my cock disappear in and out of his perfect ass, his hips rolling provocatively and sending me close to the edge. Needing to catch our breaths and ease back from orgasm, we lay down on our sides and fuck slowly with our bodies flush.
Finally, Bren pushes me onto my back once again, straddling me, but still on his feet, and bounces on my cock until his thighs burn. I’m a babbling mess, an incoherent string ofoh babyandfuckandyesfalling from my lips. When the ache in my balls is too much, I manhandle Bren onto his back and hoist one leg over my shoulder. Sliding back into his wet warmth, I groan at howdeep I can thrust at this angle. Quickly, I build to a punishing speed, the sound of our bodies slapping together bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Sweat drips down my spine and shimmers on Bren’s smooth, flushed skin.
“Yes, yes, harder. Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” he yells as he jerks his cock. Bren comes first, shooting over his chest and abs, his ass milking my dick with every pulse. The sight of his orgasm is all I need, and I thrust with brutal intent, pushing my seed deep into his body. Pleasure explodes as time seems to slow down, my climax all-consuming.
“Ky,” Bren says, reaching for me. I fall into his arms, completely spent.
Minutes pass before I reluctantly pull out. I kiss him tenderly, then make my way down his body, licking across his chest and stomach, collecting his cum. The taste of him in my mouth makes me hum contentedly, my eyes fluttering closed as I place kitten licks to his soft, sensitive cock.
“Jesus Ky, get up here.”
We settle facing each other, legs tangled together and hands wandering leisurely over cooling skin. I place kisses all over his face—his cheeks, nose, eyelids, temples—and we doze in and out of sleep for a while. We should probably shower, I think, but make no effort to move. “Bren, I can’t believe you’re really here,” I whisper, running my hand through his damp hair. “Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?”
His eyes open and meet mine, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek. “I think I’m okay. I left yesterday. The last couple of months I’ve felt so lost, and I didn’t know what to do. Stace told me my heart would decide, so when Chris confronted me about how I felt about you, I couldn’t deny it anymore. There wasn’t even a fight. The split was amicable.”
