Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 84: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Sweet sensations!

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“Stunning…” Jean breathed, totally transfixed on the look on Bradley’s face. He found it so hot it pushed him right off the edge. He erupted, his cock pulsing and spilling alongside Bradley’s.

When both men eventually descended from their amazing high, Bradley tilted his head to look at Jean who still looked blissed out. Bradley thought he looked absolutely mouthwatering. When Jean began to move his head closer to his, Bradley parted his lips and met him halfway. It was a slow, sweet, passionate kiss that shook both men with its blistering intensity.

“Do you realize how stunning you look when you orgasm?” Jean murmured huskily when the kiss eventually ended. “That was one hot frotting session.”

“I wish we didn’t have to leave.” Bradley groaned.

“Want to call in…tired?” Jean moved to sit up with Bradley still held tightly against him.

“I wish I could,” Bradley muttered, locking his legs around Jean's back and burying his face in his soft silky hair. He breathed him in as he savoured the feeling of contentment.

The two men remained in that intimate position until Jean broke the sweet silence. “Brad, we need to get out of here if I’m to take you home before you go for your debriefing.”

“Okay.”

But Bradley didn’t move. He felt overwhelmed with emotions. He wanted to tell Jean so much but didn’t think it was the right time. He didn’t want to scare the man off. They’d taken a huge step forward with their decision to be in a relationship. He was, in fact, surprised that Jean had accepted it so readily. But Bradley didn’t think Jean would appreciate it if he dropped any more loads on him. Maybe another time, he sighed. But just as he was about to unlock his legs from around Jean, Jean stood up.

“Hey…” Bradley gasped, raising his head.

“Leave it.” Jean chuckled when Bradley started to unlock his legs from around him. “I just want a picture.” He walked to the dresser where he’d left his cell phone. He picked it up and snapped about three shots of them, staring sexily into the camera. Anyone who saw the pictures would know instantly that the two men were under an orgasmic haze. Their eyes said it all.

“Here…” Bradley turned Jean’s head and started to kiss him as Jean took more shots. It was so hot a kiss Jean felt himself beginning to stir again.

“Shit, Baby…” Jean moaned into the kiss, throwing the phone onto the bed. “You need to stop…” His voice sounded muffled against Bradley’s greedy lips. “We have to go.” But Bradley went right on kissing him. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop kissing Jean. And when Bradley did that thing that never ceased to send an explosive shiver through Jean…flick his tongue against the roof of Jean’s mouth, Jean reacted in a totally unexpected way.

“Jean?” Bradley gave a breathless gasp when he suddenly felt his arse in a chair. “What are you doing?” With lust-glazed eyes, he watched Jean slicked up his hard cock with cum that he’d rubbed off his stomach. What arrested Bradley’s attention was the look on Jean’s face. He knew that look too well. Bradley couldn’t suppress the whimper that fell out of suddenly dry lips as he gazed up at the hot Dom leaning over him. “Jean…”

“Next time I tell you not to do something, listen,” Jean growled softly as he pushed Bradley’s legs onto his shoulders and gripped the sides of the armless chair’s backrest. In that position, not only was Bradley folded in two, he was also rendered totally immobile and open for Jean’s huge cock and the deep strokes that was to follow. “Now I’m hard again and need to be assuaged.”

“Oh, shit…” Bradley gasped when he felt the chair tilt back to stand on its two hind legs. His arms instinctively tightened around Jean’s neck. “Jean…fuck...” He groaned shakily when Jean began to push into him. The feeling of being stretched and invaded so deeply blew Bradley’s mind. He’d never felt Jean as deep as he was at that very moment. “Holy shit…” He breathed as his body hastened to adjust. Jean was all around him, all through him…he felt him everywhere. Bradley didn’t know where he ended and Jean began. “Oh my god, you’re so deep…” He whimpered.

“That’s the whole idea.” Jean sounded drunk. “And this is not god, just Jean.” His eyes were closed. He looked totally lost in sensations. “Now, shut up and take it.” He moaned as his pelvis began to move with sensual, supple mastery that was absolutely beautiful. “You know you like it.”

“I love it.” Bradley moaned as he drew Jean’s head down to capture those gorgeous lips.

Jean broke off the kiss after a moment and stared down at Bradley from beneath his lashes with a look so smoldering it completely melted Bradley. He took him with slow, deep, passionate strokes which were so powerful Bradley couldn’t stop the mewling sounds that fell from his lips. His arms remained wrapped around Jean’s neck as that divine cock sent his senses into a frenzy. The glorious feeling of that ring stroking deep, relentlessly bushing over that bundle of nerves embedded inside him, and that pleasure-pain feeling from being stretched left Bradley shaking with euphoric pleasure. Jean stared down at his boyfriend’s pleasure-saturated eyes and sexily parted lips and thought he was undeniably, the sexiest man he’d ever met. It gave him great joy within to know that he was his. And the way he moaned… Damn!

“Remove your arms from around my neck,” Jean instructed huskily. His powerful thrusts didn’t stop for even a second. “Put them on my shoulders.” As soon as Bradley did as instructed, Jean leaned down, took a pebbled nipple into his mouth, and bit down on it...hard.

Bradley gave a sharp scream at the sudden shocking sensation. He tensed up, his mind completely focused on that smarting flesh. He almost passed out from bliss when Jean suddenly began to suck tenderly on that sore peak. Ecstasy so strong…unlike anything Bradley had ever felt, engulfed him like a raging windstorm at that sweet pull on his pebbled flesh. It felt as if that nipple was connected directly to his cock. And when Jean gave a particularly deep thrust and began to unload deep inside Bradley, Bradley erupted for the third time that morning.

With Jean’s mouth never pausing in its sucking, and Bradley’s fist-tight channel squeezing Jean almost painfully, both men enjoyed a prolonged orgasm. Their sweat-dampened bodies shook as intense pleasure swept through them like a tidal wave. Jean only released Bradley’s flesh when he felt him go slack with exhausted ecstasy. He raised his head and stared down at the thoroughly fucked soldier. God, he adored the man, Jean thought with a groan.

“Will you stop staring?” Bradley muttered, drawing a breathless chuckle from Jean. When Bradley opened dazed eyes and lock gazes with Jean, Jean leaned down and gave him a kiss so tender and sweet it almost brought tears to Bradley’s eyes.

“If you don’t want me to stare, then stop being so damn captivating,” Jean muttered as he scooped Bradley out of the chair and went to put him on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He left for the bathroom.

By the time Jean came back into the room, Bradley was fast asleep. With a warm towel, he wiped the soldier clean and then tossed the towel into the chair they’d just fucked in. Then Jean crawled into bed beside Bradley.

“What time is it?” Bradley mumbled sleepily when Jean drew him into his arms.

“Half-past one. Sleep.” Jean drew the covers over them. “Just for thirty minutes.” He murmured softly. “And I really don’t think going to the base in civilian clothing on a Sunday should be a big deal.” He kissed Bradley on the forehead. “I’ll drop you off. Then Ty can take you home when you guys are done. After all, he still has your stuff in his car. Brad?”

Jean chuckled when he realized that Bradley was already sleeping. He caressed Bradley’s cheek with his knuckles as he listened to his even breathing. The thought of not seeing the soldier for even some few hours was killing Jean. He couldn’t believe just how enamoured he was of Bradley. Jean wondered at which point exactly the guy had become so important to him. Although he hadn’t yet gotten bold enough to tell Bradley the truth about his feelings for him, Jean hoped the soldier understood how much he meant to him. He honestly couldn’t imagine his life without Bradley. And whatever Jean Broody really wanted, he made sure he got. Bradley was so stuck with him.