Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 68: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… In his arms!

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“Don’t move,” Jean grunted, the deep timbre of his commanding voice causing a shiver of excitement to slither down Bradley’s spine.

Finally, Jean’s hips began to move. The sound that escaped Bradley’s throat was so erotic and sexy Jean trembled. Bradley knew he’d missed having Jean inside him. But he’d forgotten just how good it was and most importantly, how much he needed it. He couldn’t hold in his moans and grunts as Jean plunged into him hard and deep, possessing him with sheer animalistic prowess that was so intense it propelled Bradley straight to the edge. He gasped and stiffened against Jean, bracing himself for the explosion he knew was coming.

Jean’s eyes were closed, his concentration total as he allowed his pelvis to do all the work. He went in deep and hard, relishing Bradley’s divine heat. Jean felt as if he was home…where he was meant to be. And it was just amazing. He wished he didn’t have to use latex so as to feel flesh on flesh but seeing as Bradley was already dipping in holes that he couldn’t be sure of, it was important that he suited up. Although that pissed him off, even more, the feeling was still definitely amazing. Ecstatic grunts left his mouth as he sucked on Bradley’s ear lobe and kissed all over his neck. Jean knew he wasn’t going to last but he didn’t care because he needed his relief urgently.

He pounded into Bradley harder and faster, the soldier’s sexy cries and moans, like always, spurring him on to drive harder. When he felt Bradley stiffen against, he knew what was about to happen. But he wasn’t ready to give Bradley that gift. Not just yet. Jean allowed the hand around Bradley’s waist to drop to the base of his pulsing cock. Then he applied quick pressure.

“No, no…” Bradley gasped when he felt the sharp squeeze at the base of his cock. He didn’t know what was happening initially until it penetrated his dazed mind that Jean was stopping his orgasm. “Jean…” But Jean’s arm was already back around his waist and that sweet feeling of impending orgasm was no more. Bradley wanted to cry.

Frustration hit Bradley hard. He wanted to beg but he stopped himself as frustration gave way to defiance. He decided that he wasn’t going to give Jean the satisfaction of hearing him beg. The man was angry and obviously taking it out on him which Bradley thought was very cruel. What happened to Jean’s talk about wanting to make him come all the time, Bradley fumed. Well, if that was what he had to endure for trying to shield Jean from misery, then so be it. But he wasn’t going to reduce himself into a sniveling beggar.

“Shiiiit…” Bradley let out a sudden cry when a particular thrust from Jean caused his prostate to take a direct hit. His muscles tightened up on Jean involuntarily, gripping the shaft inside like a vise. Jean exploded before he knew what was happening.

“Ahhh…” A guttural growl ripped out of Jean as he began to fill the condom, pulsing deep inside Bradley. He shook against Bradley as his orgasm tore through him. It was unexpected, it was brutal, it was pure heaven. “Oh god…” He gasped as he continued to come. As if he couldn’t help himself, he turned Bradley’s head and slammed his lips on his. Jean plundered Bradley’s soft lips until his release ended. “Damn.” He breathed against Bradley’s lips, totally floored at the intensity of the pleasure that he felt. “Don’t move.” Jean rasped breathlessly as he loosened his hold on Bradley.

Jean quickly pulled out of Bradley, pulled off the condom, and then tied and tossed it onto the scarf which Bradley had left on the floor. He remained rock hard. He’d gone three whole weeks without any release. He didn’t plan on letting Bradley go until he was sure his sack was totally empty. Jean took another condom out of his wallet, put it on, slicked himself up, and then got back into position. He heard Bradley’s pitiful whimpers and wondered what his problem was. After all, he’d made it clear he didn’t want them to be together so why still grumble over a loss of orgasm?

“What is it?” Jean murmured against Bradley’s ear as he began to slide back into his sweet warmth. When Bradley only shook his head, Jean lightly slapped his arse and growled; “Tell me. What is it?”

“The condom…” Bradley said shakily. “Please take it off, Jean.” So much for not begging the man, Bradley thought completely mortified.

“Why should I?” The tip of Jean’s wet tongue flicked over the outer shell of Bradley’s ear, sending exquisite sensations through Bradley. “Tell me.” Jean fucked slowly into Bradley as if he had all the time in the world.

“You seem really angry,” Bradley said instead, thrusting back against Jean.

“I am very angry.” Jean licked at that sensitive spot on Bradley’s neck. “What has that got to do with why I shouldn’t use a condom?” He latched onto the spot he’d just licked and sucked hard.

“Oh my god, Jean…” Bradley wanted to come so bad. He ached from lack of fulfillment. He was on the very edge of orgasm again but somehow, he wanted that condom gone first. “Don’t be mad at me, please.” His voice shook.

“I have every right to be mad, Brad.” Jean increased his pace. The erotic sounds of their moans, grunts, cries, and groans filled the apartment. “You hurt me real bad, Bradley.” He grunted harshly.

“I know…”

Jean released his hold around Bradley’s neck and waist and grabbed his wrists. Then he drew both arms above Bradley’s head and held them firmly with one hand, against the pillar. Then he reached down to lift one of Bradley’s legs, opening him up for the perfect dicking.

“Oh fuck…” Bradley cried. “Take it off, Jean. Please take it…” He begged. And when he felt Jean pulling out of him, he sobbed with anticipation. Next, he felt his leg being lowered. And then in the next second, Jean was filling him again…bare.” Bradley’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his head fell back on Jean’s shoulder in blissful abandon. “Jean…Jean…” Bradley couldn’t stop whispering Jean’s name as Jean raised his leg again and plunged deep.

Bradley felt everything. He felt that heavenly ring, sliding along his walls, stimulating his overwhelmed, quivering tissues. And when Jean began to grind maddeningly and oh so sweetly into him, rubbing that pleasure button relentlessly with that ring, Bradley drooled as euphoric bliss engulfed his entire being.

“Yes.” Bradley breathed. “Jean...” He choked out the name of the man who never failed to flood him with sensations that always left him in a quivering mess. “I’m coming…”

Jean heard the splash against the pillar before he felt Bradley convulsing against him. He released Bradley’s wrists and wrapped his arms tightly around him throughout his orgasm. When Bradley’s body went slack against his, Jean moved Bradley to the plush rug in the classy living room and laid him on the rug. Bradley stared up at Jean with unfocused eyes. He was totally out of it. Jean stood up and took off his trainers and jeans. Then he crawled back onto Bradley and pushed back into him. He fucked into him hard and fast, pegging his gland with sure precision.

“I want you to come with me.” Jean grabbed Bradley’s already hardening cock and stroked hard.

“Oh fuck…” Bradley groaned as his eyes rolled into his head. He trembled as Jean jacked him with brutal speed. “Christ…” He gasped as his fingers found and curled into Jean’s hair. “Just like that…" He whispered as he began to draw Jean’s head closer to his. “Yeah, just like that…” Jean’s lips were almost on his. And then… “Don’t be mad at me, baby. My heart can’t take it. All this is for you.” And before Jean could ask what Bradley meant by that, Bradley was kissing him senseless.

When Jean felt the rhythmic contractions around his cock, he didn’t have any choice but to follow Bradley over the edge. They were so in tune with each other it was almost as if their minds were fused together just as their bodies were. Both men screamed their pleasure into the kiss as they writhed against each other. It was really good.