Page 16 of Once Upon A Valentine
A gasp of surprise escaped him when he felt cool air hit his ass and it took his brain a second to process that Julian had unbuttoned and pushed down his pants and boxers while he’d been distracted with the kiss. Bran kicked his legs, freeing himself from his shoes and clothes. He started to lean over to remove his socks but as soon as he did, Julian gave him a rough shove and he fell backwards onto the bed with a grunt of shock.
Julian was grinning down at him, deceptively calm as he bent and pulled Bran’s socks off for him. Bran blinked as he watched him, unable to move as the other man rose back up and began removing his own clothing. He’d dreamed of this. Just last night he’d dreamed of Julian standing before him, naked, but his imagination had nothing on the real thing. Julian was tall and thin, almost wiry, but there were muscles that had been hidden beneath all of those nice suits he wore. His body was long and lean with a smattering of dark hair on his chest and legs and a happy little trail from his belly button down, down, to the impressive cock that jutted from between his legs.
Bran’s mouth watered. Good God. The man was hung. He hadn’t been expecting that and his ass tightened as he imagined what it would feel like to have that long length inside of him, filling him up. His breathing skipped and then took off like a train, his skin growing goosebumps as his desire spiked even higher.
Julian had them both naked before he joined Bran on the bed, crawling over him, pinning him in place. He kissed Bran again but this time there was no gentle restraint left in him. His mouth covered Bran’s in hard, hot kisses. He used one hand to tip Bran’s chin up to where he wanted it, the pressure on his jaw forcing his mouth open wider so Julian could go deeper.
Bran felt as though he was swimming in a deep ocean of want. He’d never felt like this before with anyone. Julian’s kisses alone were driving him out of his mind. He was short on oxygen and shivering from the heat of Julian’s skin against his. He felt like he might burst into flames at any moment.
His hands came up to wrap around Julian’s neck, to hold him close, but before he could manage it Julian pulled away from the kiss and in one swift movement pinned Bran’s arms above his head. Bran blinked in surprise. Julian used only one hand on his wrists to keep him pressed to the bed and rose over him as his other slid down Bran’s chest and stomach to circle his thick, hard, leaking cock.
“This is mine now.” Julian’s voice was coarse and raspy and Bran had to believe it was because he was just as close to the edge. “Say it. Say your cock belongs to me.”
“M-my…” Bran felt a flush spread over his face and down his neck. He’d done a lot of things in his years and years of debauchery but dirty talk had never been one of them. Usually when he was with someone, he was too drunk or high to do much talking. This was new, just like everything about being with Julian felt new. His mouth moved but no words came out until Julian began to pull his hand away. The threat that this would end if he didn’t manage to verbalize the words was enough to kickstart his brain back into gear. “My cock belongs to you.”
“That’s my good boy.” Julian’s eyes went soft again, almost dreamy, and he gave Bran’s cock a long stroke. “Your body belongs to me now, Branson. You’re mine. All of you. Every inch. Every cell. Nobody else gets to touch you or bring you pleasure. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” Bran conceded instantly because really, why would he want anyone else to touch him now that he’d had Julian’s kiss and Julian’s hands on him? Nobody else would ever compare. He already knew that much.
“Since you belong to me, you’ll do what I say. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” Bran’s hips shifted against the hand that stroked him.
“Good.” Julian leaned down and kissed him again before whispering against his lips, “Keep your hands right here. If you move them before I tell you that you can, I’ll stop. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” He saw Julian’s dark brow tick upwards and shuddered with anticipation. “Yes sir.”
“So good. So sexy.” Julian murmured softly as he pulled his hand away, leaving Bran’s arms above his head with the promise that he wouldn’t move them. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Branson. I’m not sure I can go slow, at least not this first time.”
Bran groaned as Julian gave another firm tug on his cock, “Please.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He opened his legs wide and put his feet on the bed. His ass was on full display in this position and he could tell that Julian was looking at him, sizing him up. His ass clenched again as Julian’s second hand moved between his legs and one of his slim, elegant fingers circled Bran’s hole.
“Oh God.” Bran moaned as sensation exploded through him.
“How long has it been since you were properly fucked, Branson?”
Bran stared at the beautiful man between his legs, stroking his cock and playing with his hole. Words failed him. He wasn’t sure what answer to give. Did Julian just want to know how long it had been since Bran had sex? Or was he asking if anyone had ever taken the time to fuck him the way he needed? If it was the last one, the answer was never.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Julian’s voice was soft and sweet and Bran closed his eyes, overcome by the way his heart responded to this man.
He trusted him. Completely. Innately. He knew that Julian meant it. He would take care of him. He wouldn’t hurt him. He would give him more pleasure than he could possibly imagine and he wouldn’t be gone in the morning leaving Bran all alone again like he usually was after a night of sex.
The click of a lid had Bran forcing his eyes back open a moment before Julian’s finger began to slide into his ass. He whimpered. He had no idea where the lube had come from but that was Julian. Always prepared. Always in control. He closed his eyes again and enjoyed the slight burn as Julian began to work him open with one finger and then two.
Bran was lost again in that haze of pleasure and pain and rightness. Julian’s fingers in his ass. Julian’s hand on his dick. Julian’s hot breath against his skin. Julian’s warmth wrapping him up so that he felt safer than he had since he was a child.
Loved. He realized with a startling certainty. This was what being loved felt like. Cherished. Special. He remembered Julian’s words from the night before telling him that all Bran had to do was let him love him.
The fingers in his ass disappeared, snapping him back to reality and he whimpered.
“I didn’t think it was possible but you’re even more beautiful when you go all soft and compliant like that.” Julian’s voice was nearly a growl. “I have to fuck you now.”
“Yes.” Bran hissed as Julian positioned the head of his cock at Bran’s hole. “Yes, please. Fuck me.”
He was begging and he didn’t care. He needed this. Needed it more than he needed his pride.
