Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

He looks down at me, with sweat covering his forehead and eyes so heavy with lust, and nods at me with a whimper.

I swallow his cock once more, really starting to work him with my throat, not letting up on his ass.

“Ah, shit, Bran. Fuck, like that.”

I feel him swell in my mouth. “Fuck, Bran. Oh, fuckkk, I’m going to come.”

He throws his head back in ecstasy as he spills into my mouth. I continue to suck him through his orgasm, milking every last drop, until he melts bonelessly into the bed.

We aren’t finished yet, though. We are just getting started.

Pushing his legs back until his knees hit his chest, I spit his release all over his hole. I work the cum into his ass, making sure to not let any go to waste. I sit back on my heels, spitting some more into my palm, and begin stroking my throbbing cock. We may not have lube, but between his cum and my spit, I’m confident we have enough natural lubricant.

“I’ll go slow, but let me know if it’s too much,” I say as I line myself up.

“I’ll be fine. Please, fuck me. Now.”

Feeling just as eager as he is, my tip breaches his hole, but I take it nice and slow. I look up at him, searching for any sign of discomfort as he takes a deep breath. Not finding anything but his greedy eyes, I continue to push farther in, and he gasps out a “fuck” as I enter him.

He’s so fucking tight and the way he grips my cock, I have to try not to come on the spot. Pushing myself in another inch, we groan in unison. I rock myself into him slowly, loving the velvety hot feel of him around me. He fits around my cock like a glove.

After several agonizing moments, I’m fully seated inside him. I let him adjust to my size, leaning down and capturing his lips with mine. Spearing his tongue with my own, I begin to thrust slowly in and out.

“You okay?” I ask in a raspy voice, full of pleasure and desire.

He nods his head, wrapping his legs around my waist, digging his heels into me, pushing me deeper, silently urging me to keep going.

As I’m picking up the pace, he’s getting hard again, and that shoots a new bolt of arousal through me. “Fuck, baby. Look at you getting hard for me again. You’re a fucking slut for this cock, aren’t you?”

“Ahhh, yes. Shit, yes, I f-fucking love it.” He can barely talk, he's so far gone.

I throw one of his legs over my shoulder and begin a brutal pace, in and out of his ass while stroking his now fully hard cock. The headboard is slamming into the wall and we’re both so loud, I would feel bad for our neighbors if I wasn’t so drunk on the feeling of fucking him.

“Oh… my… fuckkkk.” His eyes are rolling back, he’s gripping the sheets, his hair is a sweaty mess, and he looks so fucking sexy. “Harder, fuck. Bran, fuck my ass like you own it!”

“I do fucking own it,” I growl while pounding into him so hard my balls are slapping his cheeks.

I have never felt so wholly consumed by another person in my life. I want to physically crawl inside of him and never let go. He’s mine. This wild possessiveness is new to me, but it rages deep in my soul. Only for him.

I’m so fucking close, and I know he’s about to blow again. His cock is leaking like a faucet and his balls are drawn up tight. Reaching down, my hand wraps around his throat, squeezing. He shuts his heavy eyelids, letting the pleasure take over, before I squeeze harder.

“Uh-uh, eyes up here. You look at me when I fuck you, understand?”

“Fuck, yes.” His voice turns husky, and his eyes are eclipsed. Shit, it’s fucking hot when he’s submissive.

His cock fucking explodes everywhere. Based on the wide look in his eyes, that took him by surprise. “Ahh, fuck. Bran, fuck, I’m coming.”

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you come for this cock.”

I lean down, still fucking him, and run the flat of my tongue from his stomach to his chest, licking his release up thoroughly.

“Open up,” I say while pinching his chin between my thumb and pointer finger.

Like the good little slut he is, he opens wide, sticking his tongue out, and I spit it in his mouth, before devouring him in an earth-shattering kiss. The kiss detonates the start of my own release, sending tingles all the way to my toes. Resting my hands on either side of his head, my mouth goes slack, and I come deep inside him without ever taking my eyes off his.

“Fuck, I love you,” I admit before collapsing beside him. As soon as I say it, I freeze. We haven’t said that yet, and I let it slip out as if it’s the most natural thing to say.

Which, I guess it is. What we have has to be love… what else could it be? It’s not a superficial crush or some casual fling.

I love him.

Does he love me?

Slowly dragging my gaze up to his, I see his eyes wide. “What?”

Clearing my throat and feigning confidence I don’t feel right at this moment, I repeat myself while looking into his beautiful blue eyes that are lighting up just for me. “I said, I love you.”

“I… I love you too, Bran Bran.” As the words leave his mouth, I feel them wrap me in warmth that only he can provide. I didn’t realize how much I needed him to return the sentiment. He gives me a shy smile and kisses me, and if it’s possible, it’s packed with even more passion than ever before. It’s as if he’s saying his feelings through this kiss.