Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 22: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… A dilemma!

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Jean paced in his study with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. It was past two a.m. but he was too wound up to sleep. And it was all the fault of a certain sexy houseguest. What exactly was Bradley’s problem, Jean wondered for the umpteenth time. He’d only been trying to help for fuck’s sake. He’d thought that if he could hook Bradley up with someone, the tension between them could reduce or even disappear. For his own sanity, he wanted that tension gone. The man had given him one of…if not the best, orgasms of his entire existence. It had been so good it had fucked up his brain. All he could think about after that encounter was having his cock inside that hot skillful mouth again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Bradley out of his mind.

At his request, the sexy De Luca sisters had tried for hours but had not been able to get him off with their skillful mouths. He’d thought if he could get someone to give him what Bradley had given him, he would be able to forget about Bradley’s mouth. But even those skillful ladies hadn’t been able to accomplish that. He'd ended up fucking them hard whilst visualizing that look of pleasure on the sweet face of his sexy hunk of a patient as he'd worshiped his cock days earlier. Jean had come with Bradley’s name on his lips.

The nosier of the two sisters had asked who Bradley was after their session but Jean had brushed aside the question and left. To make matters worse, he hadn’t even been able to fuck Cindy in the playroom the day before as he’d been expected to. And all because Cindy had simply offered to blow him. It just hadn’t been what he’d wanted. He’d wanted Bradley.

“Fuck!” Jean bellowed as he flung the bottle of whiskey into the fireplace, smashing the bottle into pieces.

He needed to have a talk with Bradley, Jean decided. Until he understood the guy, he wasn’t going to have his peace of mind. Maybe if they spoke openly about what was going on, like two adults, he could work out his issues and gain some control of his life which seemed to be in disarray, thanks to Bradley. With that resolution made, Jean headed downstairs.

Bradley’s light was still on so Jean assumed he was awake too. Even though he didn’t hear Bradley invite him in when he knocked on his door, he entered anyway. The first thing Jean noticed was the empty bed. He glanced around, wondering where his guest was, and gasped when he spotted Bradley on the floor in front of the closet.

“Bradley?” Jean called urgently as he raced to Bradley’s side. The man was still in the towel he’d seen him in earlier. Had he passed out, Jean wondered with panic. “Hey…” Jean shook Bradley awake.

“What is it?” Bradley asked groggily and then shot up so quickly, Jean was knocked on his arse.

“Hey, settle down soldier.” Jean groaned. “We’re not under attack.” He stood up and regarded Bradley wearily. The man had a wild look about him. But the picture he made with that fierce look and that towel around his waist was so funny Jean burst into laughter. “Dude, why are you still in your towel?”

“You smell very flammable right now,” Bradley muttered instead, looking at Jean with disapproval. “What time is it?” He asked as he reached for sweats and a t-shirt from the closet.

“Quarter to three.”

“Shit. I must have dozed off.” Bradley ignored Jean’s raised brows at his strange explanation and removed the towel from around his waist. “What are you doing here by the way?” He asked as he pulled on the sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then he went into the bathroom to hang his towel without waiting for an answer.

“We need to talk,” Jean said as he went to sit in the three-seat lounger in the room. He heard the sound of Bradley brushing his teeth and smiled. Ever the well-trained soldier.

“Have another offer for me?” Bradley asked as he entered the room.

“No, I don’t,” Jean said. “And I’m not sorry I offered earlier. Why are you so sensitive about it anyway? There’s no harm in giving your body what it wants. It’s not as if allowing yourself some pleasure would result in disasters or deaths…”

“Is that why you came into my room at this hour?” The sudden anger simmering beneath Bradley’s words surprised Jean. “To tell me this crap?” Bradley saw the shock on Jean’s face and knew that he should rein in his anger but he couldn’t.

“Brad…”

“Do you think you know everything? You don’t know shit.” Bradley’s voice raised. “You harass me with silly suggestions and stupid offers…”

“Hey, dude…”

But Bradley was too angry to listen to what Jean wanted to say. “What makes you think I would even take the suggestion of someone as irresponsible as you? With your shitty lifestyle and all the…”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Jean bellowed suddenly as he angrily shot out of his seat.

Bradley blinked and went quiet, somehow shocked at Jean’s tone. The rage on the doctor’s face in itself was surprising to see since he’d never really seen Jean angry before. Bradley was even more shocked at the sudden shudder of excitement that raced down his spine at Jean’s authoritative tone. The only other time he’d had such a reaction to a commanding tone had been… Shit! No…no…no…

“Thank you,” Jean said gruffly. “Now sit your arse down and listen to me.” He growled, pointing at the lounger.

A still-shocked Bradley took a seat and watched silently as Jean sat in the seat opposite him. They stared at each other wordlessly till Jean broke the silence.

“You’re entitled to your opinion.” Jean’s voice was cold. “But please know that no matter how disgusting or horrible you think my life is, it is my life. And I’m at liberty to do what makes me happy. I’d be grateful if you’d do well to remember that.” He sounded so stern. “I didn’t come here to fight you or tell you what to do with your life. You’re old enough to know what’s good for you. What I suggested earlier was just an offer. It’s not as if I had a gun to your head. I heard you loud and clear the first time when you implied that you were not interested. That’s not why I came back. I’m here because I have a problem. And I feel you’d be the best person to help me solve it since you are the cause of that problem in the first place.”

Jean paused and looked at Bradley, expecting him to say something. The soldier didn’t. And the expression on his face remained unreadable.

“I believe we’re both adults here so I’m not going to beat about the bush. I’m going to be brutally truthful here. It’s obvious that you’re trying very hard not to be who you are. That’s your problem, not mine. Until a few days ago, I thought I was as straight as an arrow. Thanks to you, I don’t know what to think now. You decided to blow my mind. Pun intended. And since then, I haven’t been the same. I can’t stop picturing you with your mouth around my cock. Even when I have another mouth around it, it doesn’t feel as exciting as it used to, before you ruined me for every other person. Just being honest here.”

His eyes dropped to Bradley’s mouth.

“Much as it’s a little unnerving that I’m actually having lustful feelings about a guy’s mouth, we both know I’m not the type to really give a fuck. I want your mouth on me again. And I can bet my last cent that it wouldn’t take much convincing to get your mouth around my cock.” Jean wasn’t holding back. “It’s obvious you’d love that. But there’s a small problem. I feel like I’d be taking advantage of you if I should allow that, as you’re obviously trying very hard not to be that way. Have any suggestion as to what I should do?”