Heartsville 04 - Clique (Jayden Brooks) (8 page)

I cut in with, “Rory.”

He nodded and continued. “She had me taking the dogs with me for my walks and, later on, my jogs. Before I knew it, her friends and assorted townies were asking me to swing by their house to check on their animals while they were at work. It snowballed from there.”

“Wow. And you make enough to support yourself?” I held my breath, expecting to be justifiably chastised. But I was curious so I didn’t retract my question.

“For the most part.” I felt him shrug. “I didn’t walk away from my career empty-handed. My expenses were limited since I never did much beyond work, so that left most of my income to be saved or invested. And I used the proceeds from the condo to buy this house so the mortgage is nominal.”

Rolling over, I met his gaze. “How is it that a question on finances is the one you choose to open up about?” Seriously, who does that? It’s invasive and rude to ask about money. Oh hush, I know I asked the damn question, but I expected him to distract me with sex. Part of me was elated that he was letting me in; the other part was in my jeans and getting damn tired of being ignored.

Brandon curled his hand around my neck, pulling me in for a gentle kiss, and murmured, “Don’t want you to think I’m looking for a sugar puppy.”

The tiny smooch sent a zing to my cock, so it took a second for his meaning to sink in. “Hey, you’re only five years older. And sure, I’m okay money-wise, but I’m far from rich.”

He nodded distractedly as he leaned in, nipped my chin, and nudged my head back for better access to the sensitive skin on my neck. The scratch of his whiskers contrasted the wet heat of his mouth. I was dying to experience the sensation all over my body. The mere thought was enough to have my cock leaking.

More kisses. Definitely needed more of his kisses. With a firm tug at his hair, I drew his mouth back to mine, and he quickly took over. He ate at my mouth with deep forceful lunges of his tongue. Driving me to my back, he loomed over me and I squirmed in anticipation—only to be confused when he planted his feet on the floor and began to rise.

“Wha—” He silenced my protest with another kiss, cupping the back of my head with his large hand, and urged me to follow as he eased back. Once I caught his intent, I scrambled to stand on the couch, curled my arms securely around his neck, and climbed his body like a squirrel monkey. With my ankles locked behind Brandon’s back and his hands gripping my ass, I turned my attention to licking and sucking at his neck while I ground myself against his abs.

I loved his strength, how effortless it was for him to carry me through his house. “Wherever were headed, hurry or I’m gonna blow in my pants.”

“Wait… almost there,” he rasped.

The way his voice deepened and broke, I knew how badly he wanted me.

When I felt him falter and stumble, I unhooked my ankles to bring down my legs, hoping to keep us from falling. But he recovered, turned sharply, crashing us into a wall and stealing my breath. It didn’t hurt. And he was plastered to my chest, adding to the exquisite friction against my cock.

Oh man, my ultimate fantasy within reach. Next-level kinda shit, and I’m not one to let something like that pass without comment. You know that, right? And with all my blood pooling in my shorts, said, “If you fuck me against the wall, I’ll be yours forever and ever.”

He chuckled lightly, “Is that so? I’ll have to keep that in mind. But tonight, let’s start with the bed.” He slid us along the wall to an open door, and within moments we were collapsing onto the firm bed. “I want your cock in my mouth. It’s all I’ve been thinking about when I get myself off.” He started tugging at his clothes in a rush. The striptease had me riveted.

“Strip.”

I jerked at the order and hurried to comply.

The only light came from the hallway, but since it highlighted his form, I had no complaints. The long shadows didn’t provide more than a basic impression of the room, but let’s face facts—it could have been a hovel and I wouldn’t have budged.

Within seconds of freeing my leg of my jeans and shorts, he shoved my thighs wide and licked a path from balls to tip.

“Brandon!” My voice echoed off the dark walls.

I clutched his head, when without warning he engulfed the head of my cock in the wet, sucking heat of his mouth. “Fuck… so good. Ah!” My orgasm rushed toward me. Then I felt his hand take hold of my balls and pull. “Noo! Goddamn you. Let me come.” He kept working me, taking me deeper each time until he’d taken every inch, and swallowed. “Fucking fucker.”

He quickly pulled off, pushed back my knees, and rooted below my balls. He licked me with long sweeps, going lower and lower. I’d never felt anything like it. “Oh Jesus. That feels…. Don’t stop.”

“You like it?” he mumbled against my skin and even that, his breath breezing over my spit-slick hole, was incredible.

I nodded my head stupidly and soaked up all the lovely new sensations. “Never before.”

He hesitated and slowly reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, his eyebrow raised in question.

“Oh hell yeah.” Let there be no doubt here: I wanted everything this man was selling. Hell, I’d take two.

With a heated leer, he dropped both items on my belly, sat back on his knees, and lazily stroked his cock while letting his gaze roam my quivering body.

My hands shook as I struggled to open the lube. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his thick, heavily veined cock. When a thick bead of precum welled at his tip, my fist clenched reflexively.

“Whoa, I don’t think we’re gonna need that much.”

Huh? I followed his gaze to my groin. “Oh shit.” I was drenched in lube. I looked at him helplessly.

He shrugged and removed the bottle from my grip. “Needed to wash the bedding anyway.”

I glanced at the bottle and groaned when I saw it was silicone based. I blindly searched the bed around me for an article of clothing to sop up some of the excess. “Silicone doesn’t come out.”

“Then we’d better make it worth the sacrifice of thousand-thread-count sheets.” With an expression of absolute glee, he dived right in with hands swirling into the lube, spreading it across my skin.

I laughed and moaned and squirmed as his slick hands left trails of sensation everywhere he touched. “Roll over.”

To say I eagerly complied is an understatement. I buried my head in a pillow and humped the mattress until I felt him straddle my calves.

Arching my spine, I wiggled my raised ass.

He groaned appreciatively. “I love the way you’re made.” He dragged rough hands up my thighs, pausing to knead the flesh of my ass, dragging his thumbs along my lube-slicked channel. He tapped my rim, then began swirling and pressing his thumbs to relax the ring of crinkled flesh.

I froze when Brandon lined his cock between my cheeks. He thrust against me, rubbing his cock into the slick cleft. It felt incredible. I wiggled back, humped into the bed, flexing my cheeks around his dick.

“God, the way you move. Do that again.” I did, and he responded by pressing heavily on my lower back, arching my spine further, his fingers digging deep into my flanks.

All I could do was groan into the pillow. Brandon fell forward, his chest pressing into my back, his bearded cheek grazing mine. He grabbed my hands and laced our fingers together and continued to grind himself against my ass.

Every inch of my skin was hypersensitized, an electric tingle… like an itch needing scratching.

Brandon’s chest rumbled against my back with each groan and grunt.

Turning my head, I mouthed his jaw, nipping at his beard until he covered my lips with the kiss I’d been seeking. Our sweat–and-lube-slicked bodies writhed together in an erotic dance I never wanted to end.

I tore my mouth away, gasping for breath, and for the first time caught a glimpse of our hands threaded together on the bed. My brows scrunched in confusion but quickly cleared when Brandon nuzzled into my neck. He shuffled back, gripped my hips, and tugged me to my hands and knees.

Finally.

Wanting friction against my cock, I reached for the pillow, and stilled at the sight of my hand.

What the hell?

It took my brain a few ticks to decipher what I was seeing, and the second it did, the itching sensation I’d felt took on a whole new meaning.

“Uh, Brandon.” I sat back on my knees, bumping into Brandon’s chest, and strained my eyes in the low light of the room to look down my body. I swiveled my hips to the left to capture some of the light from the hallway and gaped at what I saw.

I sucked in a huge breath. “Ohmygod, Bran!”

Brandon wrapped his arms around me, kissing my shoulder. “Hmm?”

“Are you itching?”

He moved his hips side to side suggestively and said with an exaggerated leer, “Yeah, itching to get inside you.”

I rolled my eyes and bit the hell out of my lip to strangle the giggles threatening to break free. Oh my God, this was priceless. “Were your parents’ dogs in your room earlier?” I asked.

Against my nape, he murmured, “Yeah, probably. Why?”

Gripping his wrists, I lifted his hands from roaming my body and held them up where he could see. “Look at your hands.”

He gasped. “What the hell?” He jumped off the bed, hit a switch, and flooded the room with light. “Are you kidding me!”

The shocked expression on his face as he regarded his lube-and-fur-matted hands was nothing compared to his visible horror when he looked down his body.

It was the final straw. I broke down into hysterical laughter. When I hit the mattress, tufts of reddish dog fur were launched into the air, which only made me laugh harder.

Brandon stood next to the bed with his shoulders slumped and arms hanging limply at his sides. “This wasn’t what I had in mind, Brandon grumbled.

God, he was sweet. “I know. But I like that it’s something neither of us will forget.” For all the heat we’d generated, it’d be the sweet and funny that’d stick with me. The intimacy that’d been missing from my life.

My answer had pleased him. The soft smile peeking through his scruff melted me further. He reached a fur-covered hand for mine and drew me from the bed. “True. And now we have a reason to take a shower.”

I chuckled. “Trust me, I never need a reason for that.”

Nine

My first official fitness shoot had an audience. And going by the amount of oil slathered on a couple of the guys, they were hoping to get in on the action. Or at least become part of the background. It didn’t bother me. Hell, this shoot and the demand for more like it was the result of Grant’s success. I had concrete evidence of the value of time for picture agreements. But there’d have to be a balance—especially since I had to barter with the owner of Pumped to do the shoot in his space.

This shoot with Joey and Max was a paying gig. They were both professional bodybuilders and fitness experts, and they wanted new photos for their website and upcoming marketing opportunities. I knew they were a longstanding couple, but they projected a much different dynamic than the one I witnessed from behind my lens. It surprised me and made me happy for them.

“A few more shots here, and then we’ll move to the bench.” I adjusted the lighting a smidgen.

“Hey, Adam, the bench in the steam room is free,” said a deep gravelly voice.

I glanced over my shoulder and had to suppress my groan. “Hi, Hank… John.” I nodded in their direction.

Hank was the crass mouthpiece for the pair more commonly referred to as the dilapidated duo. Now, it’s not what I call them, because that’d be mean, but I can totally see where it came from. They were a hot mess of appalling hygiene and lurid comments slimy enough to make a person shudder in revulsion hours later. They were the sort of dirty old men who accidentally-on-purpose flashed their nads. It’s not a pretty picture.

Joey and Max helped me lug the lighting and the rest of my gear to the bench-press area. The two college-aged guys using the equipment stopped to watch me set up.

“Uh, do you need us to move?” asked the tall blond who introduced himself as Sam.

There was plenty of room, and it wouldn’t be a problem. I studied them both; they didn't appear to be overly interested. “Nah, no worries. I can work around you.”

While I completed the setup, Joey said, “And we’d like to work around you.”

At first, since my back was to him, I thought he was angling to get in invite to hook up with Sam. So I went about my business and left them to make the connection or not. Joey and Max were well-known for their open but committed relationship. I didn’t care one way or another. Quite frankly, I had no time and less energy to give a fuck what anyone else was getting up to in their bedroom.

I was lost in my grumbling thoughts and concentrating on getting the type of shots I knew they were after when Max spoke.

“Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?”

I lowered my camera. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch what you said.”

He waved a hand in my direction in greeting. “Do you have plans for after we’re done?”