Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Branson

He looksso fucking beautiful under me. He’s needy. His cock is so hard, it has to hurt, and he wants me. I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe, especially after everything we’ve been through thus far.

I’m not really sure what caused the fight between Courtney and him. All I know is he looked distraught, and he wanted her gone. So, I did that for him.

After our argument this afternoon—when I had to pretend that I’m not crazy about him, that I don’t spend every waking moment thinking about him—I went out with every intention of finding a hook-up and screwing Luca out of my system. Meeting Cash at The Coug, I had a few beers, and even started talking to a guy there that was very interested and my normal type.

He asked if I wanted to come back to his place, but I couldn’t do it. It felt wrong, for some reason, like a betrayal to Luca, which makes zero sense.

I’m glad I came home when I did, though, because Courtney wasn’t going to leave on her own volition. As soon as I went into his room, it was like the night of the frat party all over again. He looked like he was about to break down, hands fisted in his hair, eyes looking frantic. I refuse to let her see him like that, see him fragile and vulnerable. I feel this wildly strong need to protect him.

My reaction surprised me a little. I have never been possessive of another person before, but in that moment, I knew I needed to protect him, to comfort him. I was worried that he would push me away after the things I said earlier, but I was so relieved he didn’t.

Now, he’s underneath me, panting, and practically naked. It’s a sight to behold.

He runs his greedy hands all over my body and it’s driving me wild. I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking teenage boy if he keeps touching me like this. Grabbing a hold of his wrists, pinning them above his head, I lean down, capturing his lips in a brutal kiss that resonates deep in my soul. His moans vibrate through my entire body, and I can’t wait to explore every part of his being.

Withdrawing my lips, I stare into his ocean blue eyes. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Luca?” I speak honestly and it feels so good to finally say what I’m thinking about him.

He blushes, trying to look away.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me, baby.”

This furthers his flush, but he obeys, meeting my gaze. I will never grow tired of staring into those eyes.

“Touch me, please,” he begs.

“I love you being needy.” I smirk, running a hand down his chest and pinching one of his nipples. He hisses right before a moan rumbles from his throat. Bringing my head down, I take it into my mouth, licking and sucking to soothe the sting.

He shamelessly grinds his hips up to meet mine, desperate for relief.

Slowly, I descend down his chest, kissing and nipping my way until reaching the waistband of his briefs. Looking up and meeting his eyes, I want to make sure this is what he wants. He whines softly and lifts his hips off the bed, letting me know this is exactly where he wants to be.

With one last glance into his eyes, I lower his briefs until his dick springs free. My mouth salivates at the sight of his thick, long, glorious cock. When I felt him up over Thanksgiving break, I knew he was big, but fuck. He is perfect. The tip is the most exquisite shade of rosy pink, his shaft is long and ramrod hard, he has the most delicious vein running down the length of him, and his balls are big and heavy—begging for my mouth to wrap around them.

A bead of pre-cum sits on his slit, and I lean down, licking it up, rewarding me with a deep moan from him. Running my tongue up the length of him, I suck his swollen tip into my mouth once I reach the top. His hand flies to my hair, jutting his hips up in an attempt for more.

“Fuckkkk, Branson, that tongue ring feels fucking incredible.”

Rolling my tongue teasingly around the tip, I take his whole length deep into my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I continue sucking him hard, while reaching down to cup his balls, squeezing them, rolling them around in my hand. The salty flavor of his pre-cum explodes on my tongue, causing me to groan around him.

“Oh God, Bran. F-fuck, that feels so fucking g-good.”

I’m so fucking hard, his whimpers and sounds turning me on even more. Popping my mouth off his cock, eliciting an adorable whine from him, I can’t even help the smile that graces my lips. He’s so fucking addicting. Reaching down, unzipping my pants, and taking my very fucking painfully hard cock out, I give myself a couple of lazy strokes, while doing the same to him with my other hand.

“Holy shit, dude. Your fucking dick is pierced!”

His eyes are wide, mouth agape. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just staring at my cock, and I start to get nervous that maybe this is too much, too fast for him.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he finally breathes out, voice just above a whisper.

Relief washes over me at his response.

I need to feel his cock against mine, or I may just die. Bringing my hand closer to my face, spitting into my palm, I take both of our cocks in my hand, stroking nice and slow. We both groan loudly at the feeling of our cocks rubbing together in a delicious rhythm.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he’s thrusting his hips in time with my strokes. I already know I’m not going to last very long. I’ve wanted this—with him—for too long, and I haven’t been with anyone else since before Thanksgiving break.

“Fuck, baby, look at you. Your body was meant for mine.” Taking my free hand, I wrap it around his throat, squeezing. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

He can’t do anything but moan in response. This is everything I wanted it to be and so much fucking more.

“I’m close, I’m fucking close.” He’s panting and moaning, thrusts becoming erratic.

Tightening my grip on his neck, jerking our cocks fast and hard, I say, “Come on, baby. Come for me, then, all over my cock.”

My demand seems to send him over the edge, his cum shooting out in hot, thick spurts all over my hand and his stomach.

Watching him come is too much, and I can’t hold back anymore. A few more strokes, and I am seeing stars behind my eyes, coming all over my hand, his thick, spent cock, and his stomach.

Practically collapsing on top of him, completely unbothered by the mess we made, I crash my lips down on his, groaning at the contact. I never want to leave this bubble. I want him, want this, forever.

“Let’s do that again,” he says in between heavy breaths.

I laugh and internally agree.

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