Bound by Lies (47 page)

After dinner, Brayden says he just wants to go to bed, so Jenner leaves him to it whilst going to finish up the night downstairs at the bar. Morning arrives. When the cat jumps up on the bed and tries to sit on Brayden’s face again, he shoos her away, unintentionally waking Jenner, and goes back to sleep.

The bed shifts but it doesn’t rouse Brayden as Jenner gets up. A little while later it shifts again when he comes back to bed. For Brayden it’s all a sleepy blur, just as Jenner intends.

When Brayden does finally pry his eyes open, Jenner is staring at him, very much awake. Brayden, frowning with confusion, tries to puzzle out why Jenner is still in bed if he’s done sleeping. For a long moment, neither of them says or does anything as Brayden waits, very obviously, for Jenner to pull him close to lay inside his arms like he usually does. It’s their favorite cuddling position. But it doesn’t happen, and it quickly makes Brayden grumpy, so he shifts closer on his own.

Amused by this, Jenner grins behind Brayden’s back. He grabs hold of Brayden, pulling him to lie on top as Jenner rolls onto his back.

“Is this a hint?” Brayden grumbles.

Jenner’s morning wood pokes suggestively at Brayden’s ass. When he catches the scent of Jenner’s freshly showered skin, Brayden buries his nose in Jenner’s chest, inhaling deeply, dragging a few kisses there and wrapping a hand around Jenner’s side.

“It’s
some
kind of hint,” Jenner agrees. With half-lidded eyes, Jenner gazes avidly down the length of his body at the sight of Brayden sucking kisses to Jenner’s nipples, thrusting lightly against Jenner’s hipbone.

“Mm, lemme use the bathroom and get washed up before we do this,” Brayden says, raising his head and planting a hand on the bed beside Jenner’s waist.

“Not necessary,” Jenner tells him, spreading his legs, bending his knees and planting his feet so that Brayden lies between them instead. “I don’t exactly give this to a lot of people. But if we’re doing the whole family thing this weekend, I want you to know me as well as anyone ever has. It’s kind of important to me.”

Brayden’s eyes widen slightly. It makes him look very young and Jenner smiles. “For real? You’re letting me?”

“For
real
,” Jenner agrees with sarcastic flair. They’re both already naked. Brayden’s hand immediately goes to caress underneath Jenner’s left thigh, like now that he has permission to touch there, he can’t wait to do it.

“Wow,” Brayden says with amazement, lightly touching Jenner’s ass, rubbing over the side of the muscle. Brayden is suddenly completely hard. Jenner can feel it. “You know I’ve never done this before, right?”

This doesn’t seem to give Brayden much pause, though, because as soon as he says it, his fingertips are right there, circling Jenner’s hole, prodding gently at it. With his bottom lip caught in his teeth, biting it as he tries to hide a pleased smirk, Brayden breaches Jenner with the tip of his middle finger and lowers his mouth back onto Jenner’s chest. He sucks a kiss to the black-inked tattoo over Jenner’s heart, tracing it with the tip of his tongue. Then he moves lower to kiss and lick over the dark circle of Jenner’s stiffened nipple. Brayden nips it between his teeth, sucking on it.

Getting off on Brayden’s eagerness in a big way, Jenner moans behind sealed lips. He lets his legs fall more widely opened, drawing them up and angling his pelvis.

“Lube, Bray,” he grunts, grabbing a tube of the stuff from the nightstand and offering it to his enthusiastic virgin conqueror. “And yes, I know. I intend to claim every aspect of your virginity. It’s been my life’s mission since I started stalking you at the pool.”

Brayden inserts his dry finger more deeply with a happy little smirk on his face. After another moment, though, he impatiently withdraws the finger. He squirts lubricant onto his hand and pushes two slicked fingers back into Jenner’s ass. Once more biting intently at his lower lip in concentration, Brayden kneels between Jenner’s open thighs and begins to stroke Jenner’s dark, heavy erection while fingering him open.

“So this was all part of the master plan, huh? You saw me and you knew right away that you wanted to give it up to the short hippie in the itty bitty swim trunks?”

“Mm-hmm,” Jenner grunts, blowing out air through his nose as Brayden spreads his fingers inside Jenner’s sphincter, working the muscle loose. “Knew you’d be too eager for it to last long.”

“Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?” Brayden smiles. Every care is forgotten now that he’s got Jenner laid out for him to plunder, Jenner is very glad to see. “Damn, I didn’t think it’d be this much of a turn on to get to top you. And, by the way, I
love
having a conversation while my fingers are in your ass. Makes me feel powerful.”

His eyes sparkle mischievously and Jenner loses some patience. “Yeah. Uh-huh. Less talking, Bray. Here.” Jenner takes hold of his dick by the root and guides it up perpendicular to his body. He then palms the back of Brayden’s head with his other hand, effectively shoving Brayden’s mouth down onto his cock.

Chuckling, Brayden opens wide to let Jenner’s dick slide into his mouth and wraps his tongue around the underside. He sucks, pulls off, and takes a wide lick before closing his lips around him behind the crown, sucking until his cheeks hollow out.

“Mmm, that’s better,” Jenner moans. “
Much
better.”

Brayden hums loudly. The sound vibrates down Jenner’s cock and the fingers pump inside his ass. A third one is added and Jenner’s face scrunches up slightly around the burn of the stretch. With an upward glance, Brayden glances at Jenner’s face. His smile grows around his mouthful. Chuckling, his expression softens as he focuses more on what he’s doing.

Brayden’s head moves up and down, and the suction is incredible. Just as Jenner is about to thrust up to get farther inside the soft grip of Brayden’s mouth, Brayden pulls off with a loud, wet pop to confess, “I totally can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Yeah, well, I can tell. Less talking, more sucking.”

“God, you even top from the bottom. Stop being so pushy. Just fucking lay there and enjoy it, bitch.”

“Nice try,” Jenner says while guiding Brayden’s head back down towards the strained, reddened dick bobbing in front of his lips. “You’re too adorable to pull that off. Keep sucking.”

Jenner’s cock slides in and out between Brayden’s stretched-wide lips as he sets a rhythm. The wet glove of his throat is fantastically snug around the head of Jenner’s cock. It draws a contented moan from Jenner, but, just as he starts to thrust and move right there like he wants to, Brayden pulls off again, his lips and chin shiny wet with saliva.

“I think you should say please. I mean, I
am
doing all the work here.”

Brayden rubs intentionally deeper, bends his fingers and finds his target. Tapping Jenner’s gland, he gets Jenner’s mouth to fall open and a much sharper groan to wrench free. Jenner’s head falls back onto the pillow. Precome beads at the tip of his dick. Brayden licks it away and does it again as Jenner’s hips twitch, fucking the air desperately as he tries to slip his dick back into Brayden’s mouth.

“Say please, Jenn,” he taunts.

“Oh you are
so
paying for this later.”

As a louder cry erupts from Jenner, Brayden beams with pride and says, “Why do you think I’m doing it, smartass?”

“Enough with the fingers. Come on. Lemme feel you,” Jenner gasps.

“Say please,” Brayden grins.

“Please,” Jenner growls.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Will you please shut the fuck up and put your dick in me already? God, you’re so chatty. I need to stock up on gags.” He grabs a pillow and wedges it under his hips. Pulling his knees back with his hands, Jenner tries and fails not to roll his eyes at the wide-eyed, excited way Brayden stares at him. “Bray, stop looking at it and fuck it. Such a virgin. At least this won’t take long.”

“I’m just trying to savor this….”

Jenner raises an eyebrow with impatience in the set of his jaw.

“Yeah yeah. All right already,” Brayden sighs. He scoots closer, aligning his dick with Jenner’s opening, then presses there. Staring down between their bodies, Brayden watches as Jenner parts for him and his ass swallows Brayden’s cock.

“Hell yeah,” Brayden sighs with delirious pleasure. His hips snap as he moves instinctively to bury himself in Jenner, but the pressure and force of the thrust are hard to take.

“Easy,” Jenner grunts. “Take it easy. My ass isn’t as used to cock as yours is, slut.”

But he’s not even sure Brayden hears him. All of Brayden’s sense seems to have funneled down to his dick with the rest of his blood. With a blank, blissful stare, Brayden bends down over Jenner, one hand braced on the bed and one gripping Jenner’s thigh. His hair hangs down between them and he starts to move, undulating as he works himself in the most natural, oldest rhythm in the world.

They go slow at first. All of that silky long, golden brown hair has tumbled down to tickle Jenner’s chest and obscure Brayden’s face. Jenner reaches up and tucks some of it behind Brayden’s ear and makes a mental note to keep hair ties handy next time because he wants to see this, and every single expression that crosses Brayden’s face. Utterly relaxed, lost in lust, Brayden is nothing but his. He’s Jenner’s in every way. Seeing Brayden’s body clench with each push, wanting to feel that, Jenner palms Brayden’s bare ass, encouraging each clench of his buttocks, driving him in deeper, coaxing him faster.

Skin flushed and glistening with sweat, Brayden is exquisite. The friction and fullness of Brayden moving inside him is better than Jenner hoped it would be. It makes Jenner glad that he gave Brayden this, knowing it’ll only bring them closer. Rolling his hips counter to Brayden’s thrusts, pushing down against him, making Brayden frown and gasp, Jenner whispers, “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Love you,” Brayden gasps, ducking his head as Jenner chases up, catching his lips in the middle in a breathless kiss.

Jenner’s prick is squeezed between them. He grabs at Brayden’s ass as their bodies grind together. Brayden, frowning, kissing Jenner with a growl, slams in hard over and over again, knocking the air out of Jenner while Jenner rubs off on Brayden’s rock-hard abs.

Closer and closer Jenner gets, racing right up to the edge. His balls draw up tight, ready to blow. Wanting Brayden to come with him, Jenner moves his hand slightly, reaching under Brayden, pivoting it a little at the wrist. Brayden doesn’t see it coming. Pumping into Jenner at a frenzied speed, his body locking up at the beginnings of his climax, suddenly Brayden feels Jenner’s thick finger inserted in a sweat-slicked, demanding push into his ass, up to the last knuckle.

“Oh
shit
,” Brayden cries. Lower lip quivering, he shoots deeply inside Jenner, coating him, making each push much wetter and easier as he slides in it.

Jenner grabs Brayden’s face by the jaw and pulls him down for a kiss. While trying to swallow a sharp cry, Jenner comes hot over Brayden’s taut stomach. Still pulsing, Brayden moans as Jenner wedges another finger into his ass. Each jab makes his hips pump, makes him quiver in Jenner’s arms. Brayden’s skin is covered in goosebumps. Gasping through his orgasm, Brayden’s eyes unfocus and he looks nothing but blissfully content.

Still pushing against Brayden’s cock, wanting all of it, keeping him there with the two fingers he has hooked deeply inside Brayden’s ass, Jenner slowly comes down, taking his time. His whole body tingles. Chest rising and falling with each filling breath, Jenner catches Brayden’s mouth in another hungry kiss, licking over his tongue, biting at his lip, swallowing each moan.

After what feels like a long time, the kiss ends. Brayden’s eyes are barely open. His hair is plastered to his face in places. Brayden’s nipples are stiff so Jenner can’t help but play with them, thereby burning off the last remnants of sense left in Brayden’s head. Brayden makes no move to pull out of Jenner and go.

“That was really, really good,” Brayden slurs.

“Yeah it was.”

“No, I mean it. It was
really good
,” Brayden insists.

Jenner chuckles. His inner muscles clench in flutters around Brayden, making him groan softly and push against him in a needy thrust.

“Does that mean you don’t want to bottom anymore, then?”

“Are you kidding? No, I’m gonna stay right here and wait for my dick to recover so I can fuck you again. But this time I’m gonna make sure you don’t come so I can climb on and ride you when I’m done. And I want the collar. Oh, and handcuffs. Definitely handcuffs. And maybe a butt plug cause the thing with the fingers was great. I liked that a lot.”

“Bray?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Jenner says lovingly, pulling him in.

“Okay,” Brayden nods, humming happily against Jenner’s lips.

An hour later, Brayden is sat upon Jenner’s dick, rolling his hips in tight circles as Jenner grabs hold of the cuffs keeping Brayden’s hands bound behind his back. Curled up into a seated position, Jenner tugs Brayden’s over-stimulated left nipple with his teeth and gasps through his second orgasm as he unloads into Brayden’s ass. He’s been fondling Brayden’s spent, come-soaked cock, making him writhe and moan.

“So good, Jenn,” he mutters dazedly, his head rolled back on his shoulders, body given over to Jenner in every sense.

“You’re getting the harness today,” Jenner warns. “And tonight, after we get home, I’m gonna take you again, but I’m not gonna let you come. You want that?”

“
So good
,” Brayden moans.

Chuckling, Jenner rolls them. Brayden pulls off with a small grunt and falls down onto his face against the bed. Jenner unfastens the cuffs and kisses his cheek. “Take a nap.”

“Whut?” Brayden grunts, half asleep already.

Jenner gives Brayden’s ass a hard slap and struggles to get off the bed, his legs wobbly. Pulling the sheet up over Brayden, Jenner gives him a long, fond look before going to get cleaned up.

They walk up to the door to Ruth Clare’s house. When Jenner takes Brayden’s hand, it’s because of the many ways that the world has failed and saved him that Brayden folds their fingers tightly together and doesn’t let go.