Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Brayden nods. “Just us.”
“Just us,” I repeat.
And then my mouth crushes against Brayden’s, trying to show him that it’s him. Always him. I will always choose him. I already lost him once and I’ll never let that happen again.
Rolling to my side, I take Brayden with me, until we’re lying side by side, our bodies grinding against each other. As we both grip each other’s dicks, neither of us is leading or following, because neither of us really knows where the hell we’re going. What we’re doing. All we know is that we want to be with each other. Our emotions are guiding us.
“Fuck,” Brayden murmurs against my lips. “I’ve missed you so much.”
He squeezes the hell out of my dick, stroking it up and down slowly.
“I’ve missed you too.” I stroke him the same way he does me. Beads of cum seep from his tip and I use it to create a bit of friction.
“I need to taste you,” he says, kissing me.
“Then taste me.”
I assume he’s talking about my mouth, so when he moves out of my grip, I’m confused. He edges down the bed, until he’s between my legs, and then it clicks. He wants to taste my dick. But I want to taste him as well…
And then an idea strikes. “Wait,” I tell him, crawling over to where he is.
“What’s wrong?” he asks with a sexy pout.
“I want to taste you too.” I lie across the bed, taking his dick in my hand. “Go on,” I urge. “Taste me.”
Brayden obeys, lying in the opposite position. I spread my legs and he does the same, then both our mouths are on each other. I suck and tease his dick while he does the same to mine. One day I’m going to take my time, explore every inch of him, but right now, I’m too turned on, too worked up. It seems to always be that way when we come together.
I take him all the way down my throat, and his dick swells. His fingers caress my sac, and my dick throbs. “Bray,” I choke out, warning him.
That single word spurs him on, making him suck me harder, until I’m coming inside his warm, wet mouth. A few seconds later, he’s doing the same. I swallow everything he gives me, then I lick him clean.
“Fuck,” he breathes, releasing my dick.
I do the same, dropping onto my back. I close my eyes, reveling in what just happened. When we were younger, it was Bray pursuing me. At the rink and in the hotel room, it was me pursuing him. But tonight, for the first time, it was the two of us, together.
“Hey,” he says. His voice is so close, I startle. Opening my eyes, I find him lying next to me again.
“Hey,” I say back.
We both stare at each other for several seconds, unsure of where to go from here. And then I speak up because, even though I know what it’s like to be with a man, this was Brayden’s first time. Sure, we’ve kissed, and I’ve blown him, but neither is the same as having someone’s dick down your throat.
“What did you think?”
He laughs. “About what? You sucking my dick? In case you forgot, you’ve done that before.”
I shake my head. “No, about… sucking mine.”
His face goes serious, and my stomach knots. What if he hated it? What if after all these years, I’m not what he wants? Where would we go from here? “I tried to be with a guy once,” he admits. “It was during our senior trip.”
“I didn’t go on the trip.” My grandma wasn’t feeling well and I wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone.
“I know,” he says. “I got drunk and broke away from everyone… met this guy… I figured it would be the perfect way to figure out if I was gay.”
“What happened?” I considered doing the same thing over the years, but every time I couldn’t go through with it—until Ashton. I quickly push him from my thoughts. I meant what I said to Brayden—it can only be the two of us in this room.
“We kissed… But the second he touched my dick, I ran.” He chuckles lightly, running his hand along my shoulder and landing on my ass. “But with you… it feels right.”
He tugs me toward him, and I release a breath. “It does,” I agree. “It feels damn right.”
“I want this. I want you… I want us.”
“Then you can have me. It’s why I came back… for you.”
Brayden nods, but the expression on his face looks like he has something on his mind.
“What?” I prompt.
“You keep saying you came back for me, but you also came back because of hockey…”
My heart picks up speed, knowing exactly where he’s going. What he’s about to ask. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t ask it…