Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 45: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… A first!

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“Are you shitting me right now?” Bradley gasped, his eyes widening as shock sluiced through him as if he was undergoing an ice-bucket challenge. A reaction that quickly turned into utter incredulity when Jean burst into laughter. Bradley started to sit up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Jean flung an arm across Bradley’s chest to stop him from getting up even as he laughed uncontrollably. “I couldn’t help it. I just had to go there.” Jean laughed. And because Bradley was still trying to get up, Jean moved to lie on top of him. “Hey, come on, I said I was sorry.” He placed his head on Bradley’s chest, tremors of mirth rocking through him. “God, you’re so predictable.” He panted. “So gullible.”

“You just made me feel like a…slut.” The words rumbled out of Bradley’s chest.

“You did act like a slut.” Jean shot back in an emphatic voice. “The sexiest slut I’ve ever had the privilege of fucking if you ask me.” He muttered. And if he was honest with himself, he couldn’t imagine fucking any other person. All the others seemed so dry and boring in comparison to Bradley, Jean couldn’t help but think.

“You’re an asshole.” Bradley breathed after a while. “I swear I’ve never been more tempted to shoot one person so many times in my entire life.” He mumbled but Jean could feel the smile in his voice.

“You should have seen your face when I said that.” Jean tilted his head to give Bradley a wide grin. “Priceless.”

“You tempt me, Jean. Be careful.”

“Hmm…looks like I tempt you in more ways than one,” Jean murmured, not missing the feel of Bradley’s erection.

Bradley groaned. He’d completely forgotten about that. “Get off me.” But even to his own ears, he didn’t sound like that was what he really wanted. Not when Jean’s virtually naked body was on top of his.

Jean gave a predatory smile as that naughty streak in him reared its ugly head. He brushed his lips against Bradley’s neck, causing an intense shudder to rock through his entire body. Jean felt it.

“Sure you want me to?” Jean whispered, totally aroused himself. “You smell amazing.” He murmured, giving Bradley’s chin a tiny bite.

“Jean, you’re turning me on.” Bradley groaned, feeling Jean’s wet tongue against his neck. “Don’t.”

“Making you horny and making you smile are my two favourite things right now. You’re too serious.” Jean languidly drew circles on a spot on Bradley’s neck with the tip of his tongue.

Bradley moaned as his eyes fluttered close. He was so hard. “And you’re too…chilled.” He snapped in a shaky voice. “You better stop because I don’t want to be told I’m acting like a slu…” His words trailed off into a loud moan when Jean pressed his mouth against the throbbing pulse on his neck and sucked. “Fucking hell…”

By the time Jean stopped sucking on Bradley, he was a quivering mess. Jean looked pleased with his handiwork as he slid up so that their rock-hard cocks rubbed against each other’s. Bradley opened lust-glazed eyes and stared up into the beautiful blue eyes of his sexy tormentor. The feel of Jean rocking against him was just amazing.

“Who’s complaining?” Jean whispered, staring into Bradley’s eyes. “You have no idea what you do to me when you let go and act like that.” He breathed, recalling his sexual encounters with Bradley. That first time Bradley had gone to town on his cock until he’d completely lost his bearings, that time in the playroom when he’d pleaded so sexily for his cock and drank his seed as if it was the most delicious thing, and finally, two days earlier in his room when Bradley had presented himself to him in the most seductively salacious position he’d ever seen, and taken him straight to the seventh heaven… “You’ve definitely ruined me for every other person,” Jean whispered, and then leaned down to suck Bradley’s earlobe into his hot mouth.

“Shit…” Bradley gasped as he bucked against Jean. He could feel each tug on his lobe, right between his legs. And when he felt that wet tongue tracing the outer shell of his ear, he moaned as his body trembled with sheer pleasure.

When Bradley felt Jean’s hands on his bare chest, he wondered when his t-shirt had come off. It took him a moment to notice that it had only been pushed up. And that was the exact moment he felt wet warmth close around one of his nipples. His back arched as his hand went to the back of Jean’s head to hold him against that flesh. The pleasure generated from Jean’s hot mouth on his nipple, and his cock rubbing against his was so incredible good Bradley never wanted it to stop.

“F…feels so good.” He whimpered shakily, thrusting up against Jean.

Jean moved onto the other nipple, his fingers going to the taut flesh he’d just released, to pull and roll it. Damn, he loved the sound of Bradley’s moans. Anytime he heard them, he got a powerful need to give him more pleasure. This time wasn’t any different. Jean released the nipple in his mouth and pressed a kiss against the word ‘Survival’, tattooed on Bradley’s right pec, before raising his head to look down at Bradley.

“Your sweats…they bother me,” Jean whispered huskily. “They have to go.” He didn’t make any move to get off Bradley though. He just stared down at him with heavy eyes as he tenderly rubbed his knuckles against Bradley’s cheek. It was almost as if Jean was asking for permission to proceed. They both knew what they wanted. Each man’s eyes reflected the other’s need. But the last thing Jean wanted to do was go all dominant on Bradley by making assumptions and demands.

“Wanna do the honours?” Bradley whispered back, the need to feel skin on skin, overwhelming.

Jean nodded and sat up. He pulled off Bradley’s sweatpants to free his pulsing hardness, and then beckoned Bradley with a crook of his finger, to sit up. When Bradley sat up, Jean peeled off his t-shirt and then pushed him back down. Then he pushed down his own boxer briefs to his knees, releasing his fully engorged cock to Bradley’s hungry gaze. Jean thought he had never received a more complimentary look. Both men gasped their pleasure when Jean stretched out on top of Bradley again, both loving the feel of their bare shafts touching. When they began to slowly hump each other, Jean pressed his temple to Bradley’s with a broken moan.

“I want you so much.” Jean’s husky voice sent a shiver down Bradley’s spine. “How are you feeling?”

Bradley perfectly understood Jean’s question. “I’m okay.” He murmured, feeling his channel tighten with need. That ointment of Jean’s had worked wonders.

“Good.” Jean moved to his feet and pulled off his boxer briefs. Then he went to open the cabinet. “Shit.” He groaned under his breath. “I need to go for lube and condom. I thought I had some here but... Be right…”

“Wait.” Bradley’s voice stopped Jean when he made to leave. “I applied some of the ointment after my shower as you advised so…” He couldn’t tear his gaze off Jean’s cock. Just looking at it flooded him with such intense sensations, he felt he might actually orgasm just from looking. “And I can get you wet with my mouth.” He licked his lips hungrily.

Jean had never thought it was possible to be jealous of another person’s lips. The mere thought of having that tongue on his cock caused a gush of precum to spill out of him. Jean knew for a fact that this time around, of the two of them, he was the most desperate for a fuck. He just wanted to bury himself deep inside Bradley and forget about everything else.

“And do you have a condom hidden anywhere inside that mouth?” Jean drawled, slowly stroking his pulsing erection. When he began to toy with the ring at the tip, Bradley let out a small whimper.

“You know I’m clean.” Bradley’s rasped shakily. Jean had conducted a number of tests on him at the early stages of his treatment. “Are you?” He rasped. If Jean was clean, why couldn’t he allow himself to enjoy the feel of that ring along his walls with no barriers, Bradley thought as he watched the slick ring. He swallowed audibly.

Jean nodded. “I am. But are you sure you want this? You don’t know me that well.”

“I know you enough,” Bradley said quietly. Jean was definitely one of the honest people he’d ever met. He didn’t hide anything. Hell, the man would have probably justified why it was okay not to be clean if he wasn’t. “I trust you.”

Jean still looked hesitant. “I’ve…I’ve never barebacked.” He confessed.

Bradley nodded, the regret in his eyes, profound. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said quietly.

“Who said anything about not wanting to?” Jean grinned. “There’s a first time for everything, right.”

“So what the fuck are you doing all the way there then? Come here.” Bradley said huskily and oh so sexily, completely shocking Jean. But he didn’t hesitate. He went to crawl back onto Bradley but that wasn’t what the soldier wanted. “Come up here and feed me your cock.” Another sexy drawl.