Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 46: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Denial!

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“Oh, shit…” Jean breathed, staring down at Bradley. Not only was the soldier a very reserved person, but he was also supposed to be a submissive. His bold command, therefore, surprised Jean. But it also excited the doctor to no end. “You’re a dirty talker, ain’t ya?” Jean drawled as he moved up to squat on Bradley’s face. “Wet this dick up.” Jean husked.

Bradley didn’t need to be told twice. He closed his hungry mouth around the head and sucked slowly on it, swirling his tongue around the ring at the tip with gusto.

“Fuck.” Jean shivered as he stared down at Bradley through eyes, heavy-lidded with pleasure. Bradley’s tongue on his ring didn’t only feel good, it looked riveting. “You’re so sexy,” Jean whispered as his hands moved to cup the sides of Bradley’s head.

“Fuck my face.” Bradley released Jean long enough to direct, before relaxing his throat for the lengthy invasion that he knew was coming.

With a groan, Jean glided deep till his cock disappeared, then he slowly pulled back out. His aim was to simply get his dick wet so he was ready to leave that warm mouth after the third dip but Bradley wouldn’t allow him to go. With his eyes closed and his hands firmly on Jean’s arse-cheeks, Bradley slowly pushed Jean in and out of his mouth.

“Damn, baby.” Jean’s head was thrown back in ecstatic abandon. “I’m gonna blow if you don’t let me go.” He groaned, loving the exquisite feeling of being deep inside Bradley’s throat and the erotic gurgling sound the throat made each time he went deep.

Bradley eventually allowed Jean to pull out of his mouth but he didn’t make any attempt to turn over or get on his knees. He simply waited for Jean to tell him what to do. Well, if he was expecting Jean to ask him to turn over, he was in for a surprise.

“Ready?” Jean asked huskily as he spread Bradley’s thighs and got between them.

“Yes,” Bradley whispered softly as his eyes fluttered shut.

Jean leaned down and began to rub his wet ringed knob against Bradley’s opening. It was only after he felt Bradley relax that he began to push in. Bradley was tight but thanks to the ointment and his wet cock, he was able to slide in without Bradley tensing up in pain like that first time. And this time, Jean didn’t stop until he was fully deep inside Bradley’s heat.

“Fuck...fuck…fuck…” Jean groaned just as Bradley let out a small cry. “Oh my god, you feel fucking amazing.” He gasped huskily, stunned at the thrill that filled his body at the feel of Bradley’s tight warmth against his unsheathed cock. Why the fuck had he never thrown caution to the wind and tried fucking raw? “Are you okay?” Jean breathed, going out of his mind with unimaginable pleasure.

It took a while for Bradley to organize his thoughts enough to answer, “Yes.” The feel of that long thick cock plunging deep was just incredible. He felt…everything. He could feel the metal at Jean’s crown, sliding along his walls. It felt extremely good. “Yes.” He thrust up against Jean. “Fuck me.” He whimpered.

Both men moaned their pleasure at the delicious friction of flesh against flesh when Jean began to move. The feel of that ring brushing over his sweet spot was so amazing Bradley thought he would pass out from sensory overload. And when Jean’s tempo increased, Bradley’s head thrashed from side to side in mindless ecstasy.

“Holy fuck yes…” Bradley cried out as his hand moved to caress Jean’s rhythmically contracting butt. Jean was driving into him with a slow precision that absolutely blew his mind.

“Damn, the way you grip me…” Jean groaned. “It just blows my mind.” He hooked an arm under one of Bradley’s knees and drew it up, opening him up even more for his deep thrusts. Then Jean pinned his chest to Bradley’s, pressed his temple against his, and then allowed his pelvis to do all the work.

“Ahhh…” Bradley didn’t think anything surpassed the pleasure that generated from deep inside him. And when Jean began to undulate his hips, angling deep to peg that particular spot with his ring, Bradley felt himself begin to unravel. He erupted with a guttural howl, completely surprising Jean.

Jean heard Bradley’s cry of fulfillment just as he felt the cock trapped between his and Bradley’s bodies, pulse and release his warm cum. He raised his head to look at the face of the man convulsing beneath him and thought he’d never seen a more beautiful man. But he also felt a slight pang within. Bradley’s eyes were closed. Jean couldn’t help but wonder whether Bradley knew who was giving him the pleasure at that moment. He clearly remembered how Bradley hadn’t acknowledged him even once during their hot encounter in his room.

“Brad?” Jean whispered as he rocked slowly into Bradley’s spasming channel. “Say my name.” His voice sounded desperate even to his own ears. “What’s my name?”

Bradley heard Jean’s request from afar and wondered why Jean wanted him to say his name. He definitely didn’t miss the anxiety in Jean’s voice. Although he didn’t know Jean’s reason, he instinctively wanted to calm the man down.

“Jean,” Bradley whispered breathlessly. “Jean.” He repeated, his eyes still closed.

Hearing his name on Bradley’s lips should have been enough for Jean but somehow, it wasn’t. He needed more. He needed to know, without a doubt, that Bradley was with him in that moment…really with him, and not with someone else. Jean was surprised at himself because he’d never cared about what was on the mind of the person he was fucking. But then, when you found yourself on such an intimate level with someone with Bradley’s background, it was only natural to wonder…right?

“Look at me, Brad. Please.” Jean breathed as he fucked slowly and so sweetly into Bradley. “Let me see you, baby.” He needed to look into Bradley’s eyes. Jean’s heart pounded as he waited for Bradley to heed his request. And when Bradley opened his eyes, which were glazed with exhausted ecstasy, Jean felt the unease inside his chest begin to melt away. “There you are.” He whispered.

Bradley felt the tension in Jean and wondered what his problem was. He didn’t have to wonder for long. Immediately he locked gazes with Jean, he knew. He understood Jean’s weird request. With a shaky exhale, he lifted a hand to cup Jean’s cheek.

“I know it’s you, Jean.” He whispered, his hazy eyes filled with so much desire as he stared up into Jean’s eyes. “You are stupid to think I could be thinking about another person at this moment.” He murmured softly.

“I needed to be sure.” Jean rasped, feeling some thrill within at Bradley’s reassuring words.

“More like you needed an ego boost,” Bradley muttered as his hand moved from Jean’s cheek to his shoulder. “Remind me not to make that mistake again.”

“Which one?”

“Think you’re intelligent.” Bradley managed a smirk. “’Cause you’re not if you could think that. Seen your dick?” He drawled, drawing soft laughter from Jean. “I see you.” He added in a whisper.

That was all Jean needed to hear. He increased his pace, his ultimate goal, to grasp that pleasure that his troubled mind had rendered elusive. His eyes dropped to Bradley’s lips which were still swollen from that amazing head he’d given him earlier. It looked so sexy and inviting Jean thought as his head began to slowly drop down. It was almost as if he couldn’t help himself. But at the last moment, before their lips could meet, Jean tilted his head to the side so that his lips grazed Bradley’s cheek.

Bradley stifled his groan of disappointment. He’d seen what had almost happened. He’d willed it to, and hated that Jean had chickened out. But he also sensed the struggle going on within the man, and felt sorry for him. For a moment, he thought of taking matters into his own hands and kissing the shit out of Jean. But he told himself that he couldn’t force that on the guy.

He’d already pushed the man to do stuff that he wouldn’t have done under normal circumstances. To most people, a kiss was a big deal. And in their case, it was an even bigger deal because he was a guy. It would, therefore, be better for Jean to decide on his own when to cross that line. Bradley understood Jean perfectly. With a shaky sigh, he pushed his fingers into Jean’s hair and whispered into his ear;

“Fuck me.”