Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 47: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Sweet aftermath!

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Jean did fuck Bradley as he requested but in the most sensual manner. And when he felt that familiar tingle that heralded his climax, he released his hold on Bradley’s leg and slipped a hand between them to wipe Bradley’s first load.

“I want you to come with me.” Jean rasped as he grabbed Bradley’s throbbing hardness in his cum-slick palm. “So I’m going to…” He began to stroke Bradley firmly.

“Oh fuck…” Bradley gasped as his eyes fluttered shut. The combination of the feel of the hand on his cock, and the battering his pleasure gland was taking had Bradley quivering on the verge again. “Jean…”

“Oh shit.” Jean gasped, a fierce shudder racing through him when he heard his name on Bradley’s lips for the first time during a fuck. It sounded so right on his lips Jean felt himself melt like a bar of chocolate on fire. Nothing had sounded sweeter. “Say my name again.” He demanded, teetering on the very edge of inevitable pleasure.

Bradley did better…he cried out the name as he came even harder than earlier. That erotic cry and the agonizingly sweet, rhythmic contractions around Jean's shaft, pushed him right over the edge.

“Fuuuck!” Jean roared as his orgasm careened through him like a tidal wave. His entire body trembled with unstoppable pleasure as he gloried in hearing his name falling repeatedly from Bradley’s lips. He could feel Bradley’s tight heat quivering around his spurting cock, sucking him in deeper with each spasm. It felt so incredibly good Jean’s vision dimmed as a wave of dizziness crashed over him. “Oh god…” It was hands down the most earth-shattering orgasm he’d ever had.

Jean collapsed onto Bradley as they both tried to catch their breath. If he was too heavy, Bradley didn’t complain. The soldier didn’t look like he could even string a thought together. That had been an orgasm he wasn’t likely to ever forget. When he’d felt the rhythmic pulsing of Jean’s cock inside him during his own release, and felt its resulting molten heat coating his walls and flooding his insides, Bradley had felt possessed, claimed, and totally dominated. And he certainly hadn’t been prepared for the level of intensity he’d felt this time.

Maybe it was because there had been no barriers between them. But Bradley knew there was more to it than the mere absence of some latex. When he felt Jean pull out of him and move off him, Bradley thought he was getting up but Jean only grabbed his boxers to wipe both of them. Then Jean laid beside him and drew him closer. With a sigh, Bradley cuddled closer and rested his head on Jean’s shoulder.

Jean had never been more shocked at himself as he was that very moment. He never cuddled after sex. Why he felt like holding Bradley, he didn’t know. But one thing he knew, was that it felt right and damn good to have his arms around the soldier. He rubbed slow circles on Bradley’s back as he listened to him breathe. Jean Broody didn’t remember ever feeling that content after sex. He knew he should be worried. But he was feeling too satisfied there was no room for worry.

“I hope I didn’t do a number on your arse this time,” Jean said softly.

“I don’t know…still reeling.” Bradley slurred tiredly, drawing a chuckle from Jean. “I’m okay if that’s what you’re asking.” His hand moved to Jean’s chest to absentmindedly play with the hair.

Jean pushed Bradley’s head back so that they could look at each other. “I enjoyed that.” He murmured. “It was phenomenal.”

“If you say anything about paying for the fuck, I’ll break your leg.” Bradley sounded so comical Jean burst into laughter.

“Ow!” His laughter turned into a gasp of pain when Bradley twisted a nipple painfully. “That hurts.”

“That is nothing compared to the pain you’re going to feel if I break that leg.” Bradley’s voice remained deceptively calm. But in the next second, his wet tongue flicked out to lick at the abused nipple.

“Christ.” Jean moaned, loving the wet heat against his taut flesh. “Brad…” His hand went to the back of Bradley’s head to caress him as that hot mouth began to suck in earnest. “Don’t make me take another dip baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Bradley dropped a kiss against the wet flesh and tilted his head back to look at Jean. “A man-whore with a conscience. I like it.”

“Smartass.” Jean chuckled as he hefted one of Bradley’s legs over his hip. “I’m going to gag that smart mouth one of these days.” He murmured huskily. His eyes didn’t leave Bradley’s as he popped a finger into his mouth to give it a good lick. Then he slid it down Bradley’s back to his arse crack. Jean’s moan echoed Bradley’s when he found what he was looking for.

“Ahhh…” Bradley’s eyes dilated as he licked his lips. “What are you doing?” He moaned even as he pushed back against the finger, willing Jean to slip it in.

Captivated by the breathtaking sight of Bradley’s face etched with pleasure, Jean’s mouth pooled with saliva. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He muttered before he could stop himself. And when he saw the surprise in Bradley’s eyes, he shrugged unapologetically. “Well, you are.”

“You don’t have to pay me compliments,” Bradley mumbled breathlessly. “I’m not one of your women.”

“Oh, trust me…I know.” Jean drawled, loving the feel of his cum oozing out of Bradley. That was a first on all counts. “You sure as fuck don’t feel like one of my women.”

“Missing them huh?” Bradley rolled his arse, aching for more sensation. If only Jean could just…

“Missing who?”

“Your women. Listen, are you looking for anything in particular back there?” Bradley whimpered.

“Just checking to see if you’re okay.” Jean chuckled huskily as he rubbed Bradley’s twitching hole with maddening slowness.

“Bullshit.” Bradley moaned. “I’ve already told you I’m okay.”

“Why take your word for it when I can check it out myself?”

“Why did you ask me then?” Bradley’s thickened flesh throbbed evilly between his legs.

“Did I?” Jean tried to ignore the fact that Bradley’s hard cock was rubbing against him. “Tell me if it hurts.”

A helpless whimper tore out of Bradley. “Wouldn’t you get a better reading if you slide that finger in?” Bradley groaned, clearly frustrated.

“God, you are a slut.” Jean chuckled. “This is me doing my job, Brad. Try and think pure thoughts.” He said even as his finger slipped in deep.

“Oh my god…” Bradley gasped, his tense thighs trembling. “Pure thoughts? In the midst of this torture? You must be fucking kidding me.” He breathed. “Feels so good.”

Jean laughed softly. “Someone needs a lesson in self-control.” He slipped his finger out and continued to slowly rub on the outside. “Looks like you’re okay.”

“I told you.” Bradley sighed. “Are you ok though? This being your first bareback and all…”

“I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without trying it.” Jean groaned. “I have no words to describe it.” He gushed, making Bradley laugh. “I’ve played with the idea of trying it at some points in my life but…my mum did a number on us when we were kids. She made us feel like we’d die if we ever fucked raw. Of course, you get to know as you grow that it’s not the case but…it’s difficult to ignore what’s been instilled in you at the early stages of your life.”

“Wow. Your mother must be something.” Bradley looked impressed.

“Oh, we call her a woman of steel. She’s known how to get us to do what she wants since we were kids. Her ways are always the best by the way.” Jean chuckled. “She told us that the only time we could bareback was when we were in a committed relationship and trusted our partners a hundred percent.”

“Looks like you boys are all really close to your mother,” Bradley observed.

“We are.” Jean nodded. “We tell her everything. Except for the stuff that would scandalize her of course.”

“Stuff like…”

“Threesomes and foursomes involving Dean and I.” Jean deadpanned.