Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 82: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When desires explode… Getting down and dirty!

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Bradley stretched and yawned as he opened his eyes around ten in the morning. He enjoyed not only the crack and pop of his joints but also the delicious aches in all the places Jean had given special attention to. Speaking of Jean… Bradley turned to look beside him and found an empty space where Jean had been when they’d finally gone to sleep at dawn. A smile appeared on his face when his eyes landed on the note that was pinned to Jean’s pillow. Bradley hastily unpinned the note and began to read it.

‘Hey, I have to make a quick visit to the hospital this morning. Contemplating waking you up and going with you but I just don’t have the heart to interrupt your sleep. Now, I can’t bring myself to stop staring at you. That sweet, sexy mouth... I can’t help picturing them around my cock. You make me want to be so fucking naughty it’s not even funny. And that classic arse…that thing you do with your hips when you fuck back against me…the way you moan... Damn, it’s unfair, how sexy you are. I want to kiss every single inch of your body, explore every nook and cranny, and penetrate every crevice right fucking now but…duty calls. I gotta bounce. I’ll arrange for room service before I leave so just dial the front desk when you’re ready to eat, okay? See you real soon.

Bradley reread the note about a dozen times. He couldn’t wipe the silly, besotted smile off his face. He rolled over to Jean’s side of the bed and took huge inhales from his pillow. He couldn’t believe how much he was actually missing the guy. It was insane.

The night before, they had both been too hot for each other to leave the hotel. Jean had, therefore, booked them into the Executive Suite of the hotel. The sheer luxury of the suite had, however, been totally lost on its two horny occupants. When they’d finally found themselves alone, every other thing had ceased to exist. It had been rapturous, mind-blowing, intense, and totally beautiful. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. The two men had gone at it until the wee hours of the morning when they just couldn’t keep their eyes open. Completely satisfied and drained, they’d finally fallen asleep in each other’s arms until Jean’s pager had gone off around six, thirty a.m.

Bradley didn’t think he’d ever been happier. He felt like a kid at Christmas. The mere thought of Jean brought a smile to his face. After breathing in Jean’s scent for a while, Bradley took off his dog tags which Jean had insisted he kept on during their hot romp and rolled out of bed to go and take a shower. A groan tore out of his mouth when he took the first step away from the bed.

“Fuck.” Bradley’s hand went to his butt. Jean had clearly not held back at all.

After urging on the sexy doctor with his moans, screams, and shamelessly suggestive gyrations, Bradley was suffering the aftereffects. He was definitely not looking forward to the debriefing scheduled for that afternoon. Imagine trying to look serious whilst feeling a delicious ache in such an intimate area. Damn! Bradley let out an amused chuckle as he made his way to the bathroom in all his naked glory. Before taking a shower, he decided to soak in the hot tub for a while, to soothe his ravaged chute. The mind-blowing pleasure he received from Jean was definitely worth all the ache in the world, Bradley thought. Jean was in his blood. It was almost like an addiction. He knew that he’d completely lost his sanity where Jean was concerned.

Bradley soaked in the hot tub for about twenty minutes before going to take a thorough shower. When he was done, he braced his hands against the tiled wall, bent his neck, and enjoyed the hot spray from the overhead shower and the multiple body jets on the sides of the wall that shot water across the shower area. It felt good. As he relished the soothing feeling, he recalled all that had happened at the party the night before. He couldn’t suppress his chuckled when he recalled Michael’s silly question.

The patriarch of the Broody clan had surprised him at how he’d handled their conversation. He’d expected the worst but surprisingly, it had been the most honest and respectful conversation in his opinion. He appreciated the fact that although Michael still stood by his views, he was ready to accommodate them. He respected the man for that. After all, he couldn’t have possibly let go of his beliefs just like that, could he?

And those brothers of Jean’s were just crazy, Bradley laughed. He’d enjoyed all the love and attention shown him by the Broody clan the night before. The sisters-in-law had been absolutely sweet. And Lucy Broody…Bradley felt like crying just from thinking about the woman. She was a real mother and he loved her to bits. He groaned when he remembered the display he’d put on with Jean at the party.

That man was definitely going to be the death of him. He knew that Ty was going to tease him ruthlessly when they met that afternoon. He hadn’t even taken his bag from his trunk before disappearing with Jean for goodness sake, Bradley groaned. He could imagine how Ty must have laughed with his pals when he realized he’d left. Dean would definitely make it worse Bradley laughed. But he also knew that if he had to do it all over again, he would take that kiss again and leave with Jean. He was totally hooked on the man.

“The fuck!” Bradley almost jumped out of his skin when he felt arms go around him from behind. “Fuck, you startled me.” He gasped when he heard Jean’s sexy laughter.

“What were you thinking about? You were so deep in thought.” Jean dropped tiny kisses along the back of Bradley’s neck.

“You.” Bradley moaned as he tilted his head to give Jean better access. “I was thinking about you.”

“Hmm…that’s good to know.” Jean rubbed his stiff cock against Bradley’s butt. “All I could do as I sped over here was think about this sweet arse.” He massaged one arse cheek as he dropped kisses along Bradley’s shoulders.

“Typical.” Bradley chuckled. “Didn’t you say you usually take showers before you leave the hospital?”

“I do.” Jean turned Bradley’s head and gave him a sweet kiss. “But immediately after I entered and heard you in the shower, my cock insisted on seeking asylum in here.” He husked as his fingers slipped into Bradley.

“Asylum?” Bradley gave a breathless laugh when he felt those fingers slide deep. His head fell back onto Jean’s shoulder. “Do you know the amount of paperwork that cock needs to do if it wants to seek asylum?” He moaned as he pushed back against Jean’s probing fingers.

“It knows people in high places.” Jean husked as he pulled out his fingers, smiling when Bradley let out a groan of protest. “Doesn’t need much paperwork.” He lined up his cock with that sweet hole. “Can you take it?” Jean whispered.

“Do it.” Bradley moaned.

Jean didn’t need to be told twice. With the help of the water, he slipped in until his neatly trimmed pubes touched Bradley’s arse cheeks. It felt so good both men roared their pleasure. When Jean began to move, Bradley reached out to grip two of the shower knobs and arched his back expertly and sexily, to ensure deep smooth thrusts. With his hands gripping Bradley’s hips and his head thrown back in ecstatic abandon, Jean took him with slow and easy strokes, nailing that bundle of nerves inside him with precision.

"So tight. So fucking sweet." Jean groaned as he moved Bradley back and forth on his thick length, controlling their rhythm.

“Faster, Jean. Give it to me harder.” Bradley moaned. He needed it rougher despite the sore state of his chute. “Yes.” He gasped when Jean began to do as he’d demanded. “Just like that…so good…”

Bradley was totally lost in hot sensations. Not only did Jean have the perfect tool for sensational fucking, the man knew how to use it. It was so good Bradley thought he’d go out of his mind from an overdose of pleasure. Their ecstatic moans and grunts filled the bathroom. When Jean suddenly pulled out, a feeling of frustration, tinged with anger, flashed through Bradley.

“Jean, what…ahh…” Rapture blazed through Bradley when he felt the soft, warm, soothing wet tongue probing his hole. “Fuuuck…” His body shuddered and jerked as he moaned his pleasure. Jean’s tongue on his hole felt absolutely divine. Bradley reached between his legs to stroke himself as he lifted a leg onto the wall mount, unashamedly giving Jean better access to his intimate flesh.