Page 16 of A Case of You
“I think I’d have to go after Jake if he tried it. Might even have to go after him if he goes after you.”
“I can take care of myself, buddy.”
Brandon’s left hand slid down Stuart’s ass to hold on, fingers digging in.
Now he knew why Brandon wanted to climb into the shower with him.
Not that he objected.
Brandon’s other hand slid up, cupping the back of Stuart’s head and holding him in place. He slanted his lips over Stuart’s for a long, crushing kiss, both of them softly moaning as their cocks hardened between them.
Like this, Stuart knew the only place he wanted to be was right there, in his Master’s arms.
And Jeff’s, too, of course.
Brandon spun him around, facing the wall, a hand between his shoulder blades to bend him over. His hands skimmed down Stuart’s back, grabbing his hips to grind against his ass.
Brandon leaned in, his lips near Stuart’s left ear. “Yeah, buddy.” His voice practically sounded like a growl. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
Stuart wiggled his ass at Brandon. “Yes, Master.”
“Such a good boy for me. I told Jeff earlier today I’d like a chance to nail you in here and he gave his blessings.” He lightly smacked Stuart’s ass, then reached for the small bottle of lube they kept in the shower just for these kinds of situations.
Stuart arched his back, sticking his ass out for Brandon and spreading his legs wide for access.
“That’s my good boy.”
A soft moan rolled out of Stuart when Brandon’s fingers probed his ass, lubing him, getting him ready. The sweet pinching burn he knew would immediately turn to pleasure once Brandon really got started. Stuart’s cock throbbed, rigid and ready for whatever his Master wanted to do to him.
He felt the thick knob at the end of Brandon’s cock press against his rim and didn’t bother waiting. Stuart rocked back, impaling himself and earning an appreciative grunt from Brandon.
“Damn, boy,” Brandon whispered. “Somebody’s eager to get fucked.”
“Yes, Master. Please?”
Stuart had to brace his hands against the wall to keep from getting his head driven into it. Brandon grabbed his hips and started fucking him, hard and fast, deep, really plowing him the way he enjoyed.
Feeling owned and well-fucked by his Master.
Life had gotten in the way over the past couple of weeks, leaving the three of them with barely any energy to really roll around the way they liked to. And with Jeff in pain, Brandon and Stuart were always careful not to hurt him. Which sometimes meant evenings cuddling in bed instead of fucking each other’s brains out.
Brandon’s balls slapped against Stuart’s ass at the bottom of every thrust, his fingers digging in harder as the man grew closer to release. Every long, deep stroke glided across his gland, pulling Stuart close to the edge but not getting him over.
Finally, Brandon built to a finish, a long, satisfied groan escaping him when he buried his cock in Stuart’s ass one last time, his balls pumping a load of cum deep inside him.
Then Brandon reached around him and fisted his cock. “Make it fast, boy, or I might make you wait until tomorrow night. You already got off once today.” He reached around with his other hand and tugged on Stuart’s balls, the combination quickly finishing him off. It didn’t take more than a few pumps for his cock to explode, hot cum covering Brandon’s hand as his ass clamped down on the cock still buried inside him.
Brandon turned them, leaning against the wall, his arms around Stuart holding him even as Brandon’s softening cock remained inside Stuart’s ass. “Such a good boy.”
Stuart tipped his head back to look up into Brandon’s blue eyes. “Thank you, Master.”
Brandon’s throaty chuckle rumbled through Stuart’s chest. Brandon leaned in to kiss him. “Thankyou. Sorry it’s been a few days. Under the circumstances, if you want to ask for permission to masturbate, you can have it.”
Stuart drew Brandon’s arms snugly around him. “No, thank you, Master.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m your good boy.”
