Page 47 of A Case of You
Brandon reached behind him to the bedside table, where his phone was charging. “Holy crap.”
“What?”
He showed him. It was a little after eight locally, meaning nine Florida time.
“I’m shocked we slept that late,” Stuart said.
Brandon kissed him. “I’ll call Jeff. You please make me a cup of coffee, unless you want that butt plug in right now.”
Stuart jumped from the bed and got Brandon’s coffee started in the room’s tiny one-cup maker. Then he took a piss and by the time he made it back to bed, Brandon was holding the phone to him to take and was climbing out of bed.
“Hey.”
“Hey, you.” Jeff sounded like he was smiling. Stuart closed his eyes and imagined Jeff’s hazel eyes and blond hair. “Sounds like last night went okay?”
“It did. He’s a nice guy…” They talked until Brandon returned from the bathroom. “We’re going to go eat breakfast and Sir wants me to show him around.”
“He told me.” Jeff’s tone changed, serious now. “Trust him, okay? Lean on him. You know he’ll take care of you.”
Warmth exploded in his heart. Even deeper, in his soul. How these two men knew him so well, loved him so hard and thoroughly.
“I know.”
“And get him his coffee before he tortures you.”
Stuart laughed. “Will do. Love you.”
“Love you, too, buddy. You got this.” Stuart heard one of the girls yelling in the background and Jeff pulled the phone away from his face. “I’m sitting on the bed, thank you very much!” He came back. “Sheesh. I’m gonna kill Bran for siccing them on me like this.” I so much as stand up, one of them’s nearly on top of me ordering me to sit down.”
Stuart grinned. “Enjoy.” He returned the phone to Brandon so he could say good-bye and got up to fix the coffee for him and start a second one for himself. When he brought the steaming paper cup back to bed, Brandon accepted it with a smile where he sat propped up against the headboard.
“Thank you, boy.” Then he pointed.
At his cock.
Stuart carefully climbed onto the bed so he didn’t jostle Brandon and make him spill his coffee. He settled between Brandon’s legs, and eagerly sucked down his cock. Brandon sipped his coffee and plunged his other hand into Stuart’s hair, holding him pressed against his abs, his cock growing thick and hard in Stuart’s mouth.
Brandon’s gaze never broke from his, watching him, silent, the corners of his eyes crinkled in that way he got when something amused the fuck out of him.
Stuart was almost ready to signal he needed Brandon to let him up so he could breathe when Brandon did just that. His hand never left Stuart’s head, but he eased up on the pressure so Stuart could pull back a little and gulp in air around the man’s member.
Then Brandon set the coffee on the table, picked up the remote and turned on the TV, set it to the morning news, and then picked up the coffee again.
Took a sip.
All while Stuart eagerly serviced him. He slurped at the thick, rounded head, tracing the ridge and slit with his tongue and lips, going deep and sucking as he pulled back. He kept one hand curled around the base and, balanced on his elbows, used the other to massage Brandon’s sac.
Brandon’s fingers raked through Stuart’s hair and lightly tugged him down, wanting him deep.
Stuart complied. His good boy.
Always his good boy.
With his mind spinning fast and hard into subspace, Stuart lost himself in the service, in the warmth of Brandon’s body against the slight chill in the room, the sweet, musky scent of him, the hair on his thighs brushing against Stuart’s shoulders.
Everything.
Him.
