Chapter 102: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Getting raunchy!

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“You know, for the past eight days that we’ve been here, this is the first time we’ve actually had a conversation with another person,” Bradley murmured as he ran his fingers through Jean’s hair.

“Hmm… We’ve been busy.” Jean murmured, enjoying the feel of Bradley’s fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, busy fucking our brains out.” Bradley laughed softly.

“Are you complaining?” Jean drawled, tilting his head to look up at Bradley.

They were relaxing in bed after a hot bout of raunchy sex, with the sheets tangled around their legs. Jean’s head was on Bradley’s stomach, giving the soldier the chance to comfortably play with his silky soft hair. Bradley smiled down at Jean and then leaned down to kiss him tenderly.

“With that,” Bradley pointed at his rapidly filling cock, “how can I complain?”

“Fuck, you’re insatiable.” Jean chuckled as he reached down to stroke Bradley. “Are you happy?” Jean asked softly.

“I’m more than happy,” Bradley murmured. “I’m bursting with it. I love the most amazing man who loves me right back. And I finally got my mother back. I have it all.”

“Almost,” Jean said softly. “I’m thrilled you’re happy. But you can only become whole if you work on yourself.”

“I’ve agreed to see someone, Jean.” Bradley sighed. “Have you thought of someone?”

“Of course.” Jean moved his head closer to Bradley’s cock and flicked his tongue against the tip. He smiled when Bradley drew in a sharp breath and tightened his grip on his hair. “I’m sure you’ve even met her before.” He swirled his tongue around the beautiful cockhead. “Dr. Mary Murphy. Michael’s wife.” He closed his mouth around the velvety head and began to suck.

“Oh, shit…” Bradley let out a loud moan. “Michael?” He sounded drunk.

Jean pulled his head back with difficulty because Bradley’s grip on his hair had gotten firm. “Ty’s friend, Michael.” He went right back to sucking.

“Jean…” Bradley added his other hand. He loved it when Jean sucked on his knob but at that moment, he felt like having the warm mouth around his entire length. “Jean…”

Although he knew that Jean would do anything for him, it still didn’t feel right to demand what he really wanted. He drew his hands out of Jean’s hair and gripped the sheets.

“What do you want?” Jean pulled off the cock in his mouth, long enough to ask.

“I want…please take more of me in your mouth,” Bradley said so softly Jean thought he hadn’t heard right for a moment.

When it dawned on Jean that he had, indeed, heard right, he was bemused. The Bradley he knew some months earlier, would never have made such a request. He would have rather tried to push him away if he’d attempted to take him into his mouth. Now he was demanding he took more of him. Jean was pleasantly surprised. With determination, Jean moved to kneel between Bradley’s thighs.

“Direct me.” It was a command.

A whimper tore out of Bradley as his hands went back to Jean’s head. His grip wasn’t tight this time. His aim was not to fuck Jean’s mouth, he only wanted to help Jean get more than just his cockhead into that wicked mouth of his. But just seeing Jean between his legs with his mouth around his cock, eagerly awaiting instruction, blew Bradley’s mind so much he knew he wouldn’t last. He pulled Jean’s head up and stared at his man’s sexily swollen red lips. Bradley nearly came there and then.

“Get it wetter,” Bradley whispered and then moaned when Jean give the head a very wet suck. “Now, take it in…open wider, baby,” Bradley instructed breathlessly. “That’s it. Oh, fuck…” He moaned when Jean gagged on his cock. Feeling that spasm around his cock was pure heaven. But he knew that gagging wouldn’t be a pleasant feeling for Jean. “Breathe through your nose, baby,” Bradley instructed as his toes curled in pleasure. “Take it slow. Yes…that’s it. Oh god, that’s it.” Bradley let go of Jean’s head and took his own hardened nipples between his fingers. “Yes, keep going.” His eyes fluttered shut as pleasure assailed his senses. “Breathe through your nose.” Jean had taken half of him into his mouth and the feeling was amazing.

Bradley was impressed at how well Jean was doing. He had to make a conscious effort not to thrust up into Jean’s mouth. But when he felt Jean’s hands on his balls, kneading them, and at the same time felt him humming around his cock…sending vibrations all through him, Bradley completely lost control. His hands went back to Jean’s head just as his hips shot up. Bradley was instantly deep inside Jean’s throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Bradley chanted as Jean’s throat spasmed around his cock.

The sensations that exploded through him were so exquisite, they sent Bradley right into the realm of ecstasy. Muscles quivering and toes curling to the point of pain, Bradley let out a loud roar as he shot his load directly down Jean’s throat. His cries filled the chalet as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Bradley was so lost in rapture he completely forgot he was deep throating an inexperienced person. It was only after the first few shots that he came back to his senses and loosened his tight hold on Jean’s head.

“Oh my god, baby I’m sorry.” Bradley panted as ecstatic convulsions wracked his body. “Jean…”

But surprisingly, Jean remained on his cock without pulling off as he’d seemed to want to do when Bradley initially thrust into his throat. His eyes were wet but he seemed to be calm as he licked Bradley clean. When Bradley shuddered and touched Jean’s head to indicate he couldn’t take anymore, Jean got off the bed and went to sit on the armless chair in the room. His head fell back as he breathed hard. He was so hard he looked like he was about to blow.

Bradley eventually opened his eyes and turned his head to see his boyfriend, sprawled in the chair. His hands hung loosely at his sides and his head was thrown back over the headrest. He was absolutely gorgeous. Bradley felt his mouth water when his gaze dropped to Jean’s beautiful thick, veiny, pulsing length with its pierced angry purple cockhead. Jean looked like he was about to burst, Bradley couldn’t help but think as he reached for the camera lying on the bedside table…one of his birthday presents from his mother.

He wished he were an artist. He would have taken his paintbrush and canvas and captured the image of the gorgeous male before him. Before Bradley took the shot, however, he changed his decision and rather picked up his cell phone to snap a picture of Jean. Then he got out of bed and went to his man.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Bradley apologized as he straddled Jean. But since there was no way he could sit in Jean’s lap with that hard throbbing cock pointing straight up, Bradley aimed the fat, blood-engorged pierced head, right where he was dying to have it and sunk down, taking all of Jean in one smooth glide.

“Shiiiit, you’re going to make me come.” Jean groaned. “I’m so close.”

“Let me get you there, baby.” Bradley rasped as he coiled an arm around Jean’s neck and pulled his head up so that he could look into his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Jean murmured huskily as his hands went to Bradley’s arse to move him up and down his cock. “I forgot to breathe.”

“I lost control, and I’m sorry,” Bradley whispered as he slowly rode Jean. “I could have choked you.” He cupped his face.

“You sure it wasn’t payback for making you forget your name three days ago?” Jean breathed.

“I told you I didn’t forget,” Bradley growled. “I was just…”

“Trying to find your bearings.” Jean finished in a cum-inducing sexy tone. “You still forgot.”

Jean had never sent anyone so deep into subspace as he’d done to Bradley that afternoon, three days earlier. He’d worked the soldier to the point of a euphoric trance. Jean had gotten worried at a point and gone all doctor on his man when he realized he couldn’t reach the guy. Hell, the soldier couldn’t even seem to remember what his name was. Jean had decided to use a totally unorthodox approach to bring Brad back. He’d fucked Bradley right back to reality.

“You drive me crazy.” Bradley moaned. “I always seem to lose control around you. I can’t believe…”