Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 39: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When desires explode… Satisfaction & apprehension!

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Jean groaned. “You’re going to make me come again...” The sweet sound of Bradley’s cries of pleasure, coupled with the exquisite feeling of being inside Bradley’s tight warmth was so mind-blowing Jean could already feel his third orgasm slithering along his spine. He could almost taste it… “I’m gonna fucking come.” He gasped, increasing his tempo.

The pillow beneath Bradley’s head was not only wet with his sweat but also, his drool. He could neither think nor control his body. Jean had taken complete control over his body in a way that he’d never experienced even with Wendell. The man was working his body with so much expertise as if he’d been doing it for years. Jean possessed him without reservation, slamming into that pleasure button so relentlessly Bradley came completely unglued. When he felt his cock erupt yet again, the soldier wondered if anyone had ever died from too much pleasure. Jean was certainly giving him more than he’d bargained for.

“Yes, that’s it.” Jean grunted when he felt the rhythmic contractions on his cock, indicating that Bradley was coming again. “Come for me, Bradley.” He moaned, riding out the contractions of Bradley’s muscles. He knew he wouldn’t be far behind. “So good…”

Bradley whimpered brokenly as his body writhed in ecstasy. He felt so overwhelmed and drained his legs gave out. As he flopped onto the bed and into his spunk, Jean slid over his back, his knee pushing Bradley’s legs wide. His fingers moved up to entwine with Bradley’s as he rested his forehead against the back of Bradley’s head. Then Jean rocked against Bradley, sliding in and out of him, seeking his own release.

“Ah fuck, Brad.” A long harsh groan tore out of Jean at the delicious feel of Bradley’s muscles clamping down on his cock. “Keep squeezing me like that…” He grunted. “Just like that…that’s it.” His moans increased as he neared his orgasm. “Oh, you’re going to make me come so hard, baby…” The endearment fell naturally and unconsciously from his lips. “Shit, I’m coming…I’m coming…” A sexy growl rumbled through Jean’s chest as he pushed in deep and held. He convulsed against Bradley with blinding pleasure as his warm essence poured into the thin latex separating them.

Jean didn’t think he’d felt so much rapturous ecstasy with one person. He shuddered violently when he felt a tightening in his chest that he’d never felt before. What was happening to him, Jean asked himself as he nuzzled into Bradley’s hair, his breath hot and heavy against the soldier. His body continued to shake with sweet aftershocks.

“Brad…” Jean breathed shakily, listening to the whimpering sounds falling out of Bradley. He thought they were the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard. “Bradley.” He kept whispering Bradley’s name. He knew he wanted to say something. But he didn’t have the words to express how he felt.

Not wanting to crush an obviously drained Bradley with his weight, Jean moved off him, dislodging his cock in the process. His eyes widened when they fell on Bradley’s gaping hole but he quietly moved back to sit back against the headboard, pulling off his condom as he leaned back. Immediately after Jean moved off him, Bradley curled up in a fetal position. The sheets were soaked with his sweat and spunk but he didn’t seem to mind at all. His body continued to shake. He couldn’t seem to regain control of his body.

“Bradley?” Jean called out softly as he watched Bradley but the soldier didn’t respond. Jean wanted to hug Bradley so bad but he’d never been one to cuddle after sex. So he sat quietly and watched Bradley. He’d never been so shaken by a sexual encounter as he was by theirs.

After some time, Bradley sat up and got off the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared at the soiled, torn sheets, his thighs quivering as if he was standing on a Body Vibrating Machine. Jean’s eyes zipped down to Bradley’s semi-hard penis and widened in surprise. He couldn’t believe the soldier was still hard after all the cum he’d spilled. His gaze locked on Bradley’s still wet cockhead. Unlike the rest of his shaft and body, Bradley’s cockhead was a lighter shade of brown with a pinkish hue around the ring beneath the head. He’d never seen a nicer cock, Jean thought, surprising himself. His gaze moved up Bradley’s body, hovering briefly over the stiffened peaks of his nipples which were just begging to be sucked on, before settling on his face. The man was totally hot.

Although Bradley wouldn’t meet Jean’s eye, Jean didn’t miss how red and dazed Bradley’s eyes were. He looked as if he was still out of it, trying to make his way back from wherever he was. But for the fact that he knew that the soldier wasn’t on drugs, Jean would have said he was high on dope. He looked totally blissed out. Under any other circumstances, Jean would have felt some masculine triumph at the state Bradley was in. What man wouldn’t? The soldier looked thoroughly well fucked. But that rush of pride was not there for Jean. Rather, the raw vulnerability around Bradley at that moment tugged at Jean’s heartstrings.

“Do you…” Bradley began but paused to clear his hoarse throat. “Do you want me to…clean you up with my mouth?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Jean’s breath hitched in his throat at the question. He thought of reminding Bradley that he was neither his slave nor his sub. He didn’t have to serve him like a slave would serve his master. But he decided against it.

“No. I’m good.” Jean said quietly, his eyes on Bradley’s quivering thighs. “Hey, why don’t you sit for a while?” For Jean, the urge to hug Bradley was getting stronger by the second.

Bradley shook his head. “The sheets… Sorry, I ruined your sheets…”

“Don’t worry about the sheets, Brad.” Jean rasped, feeling a rush of protectiveness towards the man standing before him.

Again Bradley nodded. Then he bent to pick up his shorts and t-shirt from where he’d dropped them earlier and then turned to go. Jean didn’t stop him. When he heard his door close, he covered his face with his hands and groaned into it. Jean knew he needed to go after Bradley but he was scared. He didn’t know exactly what he was scared of though. He hadn’t missed how Bradley hadn’t even mentioned his name once during their encounter. And he hadn’t even acknowledged when he’d called his name several times afterward either. Jean didn’t know what to expect and that scared the crap out of him.

It was obvious that Bradley wasn’t okay both physically and emotionally. Hell, he’d seen the new size of his hole. He planned on giving Bradley something to soothe that ache. But Jean was less worried about Bradley’s physical state. He was more worried about the man’s emotional state. He didn’t know what was going through Bradley’s mind at that moment. But as a doctor, he knew that what they’d done, although mutually pleasurable, could in a way break Bradley. Somehow, what had transpired between them was connected to his childhood. And the mind had a way of turning on its owner. The Bradley who had left his room some minutes earlier was definitely not okay. Jean didn’t have to be a shrink to know that.

“Fuck.” Jean swore darkly, overcome by a feeling of helplessness.

Maybe what Bradley needed was some alone-time, Jean told himself. He would stay away for some time and then go downstairs later to speak with Bradley. That plan made a lot of sense. So why did it leave him with an empty feeling in his gut, Jean wondered. A shudder went through him when he saw his hands shaking. He was more affected by Bradley and what had happened between them than he was willing to acknowledge. Jean glanced around the room unseeingly. The smell of sex was everywhere.

With a groan, he got off the bed and pulled off the destroyed sheet and pillowcases. He needed to do something to get his mind off his houseguest and hopefully, regain some of his composure. Jean threw the pillowcases and sheet into the washing machine in his bathroom. Although he knew the destroyed sheet would have to be discarded, he thought it would be good to wash it first. After he got that out of the way, he came back to the room and dressed his bed. Then he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and then went to the balcony to smoke. He hoped that would help calm his nerves.

It didn’t.