Chapter 104: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Bold step!

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“We can leave and get started, Bradley. ‘Cause the more you wait, the more scared you’re bound to get. We’ve had a lot of fun, rest…in fact, I don’t remember the last time I just kicked back and relaxed like I have, these past eight days. And the sex…damn!”

“Addict.” Bradley chuckled. “Which dicking did you enjoy most?”

“Hmmm…I wouldn’t know which one to pick.” Jean groaned. “They were all fantastic. That pool fuck…”

“We almost got caught, Jean.” Bradley groaned, remembering the embarrassing scene.

They’d had the pool area to themselves because almost all the guests were sleeping at the time…or so they’d thought. Jean was sitting on the edge of the pool with his head thrown back in ecstasy as Bradley blew him from his position between his legs. Just as Jean had started shooting down Bradley’s throat, one of the guests, a sexy ginger-haired lady, who they later learnt was an actress, appeared from behind Jean and purred sexily;

“Ooh…someone likes to watch the stars. Just like me.”

With a gasp, Bradley had slipped into the water, hoping that Jean would drop in too. But Jean’s befuddled mind couldn’t seem to grasp the shitty situation they were in. All he did was moan as pleasure rocked through his body. What saved the day was the man who’d called the actress from behind her to tell her she had a call. After surfacing discreetly away from Jean and seeing the lady walking away from the pool area, Bradley had quickly gotten out of the pool and pulled Jean away. But not before telling one of the members of staff to drain the water out of the pool because it looked dirty.

“I still say that Vivian knew what we did in the pool.” Bradley chuckled, referring to the staff. “It’s either she saw us or saw the guilt on my face because she looked like she knew why we wanted the water drained.”

“Well, I don’t think you should have bothered telling her to drain a pool simply because of some tiny drops of cum.”

“Dude, they weren’t drops.” Bradley laughed. “Those were gallons of cum.”

“Aw come on, some went down your throat first.” Jean retorted. “I wonder how that actress would have reacted if she’d gotten closer and seen my spurting cock.”

“She’d have probably begged to sit on it,” Bradley grumbled. “That flirtatious tone... Someone likes to watch the stars…” Bradley did a nasty imitation of the actress’ voice, making Jean burst into laughter.

“Brad, seriously, jealousy doesn’t become you.” He laughed. “Stop.”

“My favourite was us making love on that rock under the waterfalls,” Bradley murmured.

“We did get caught.” Jean chuckled.

“No, no, they were just watching.” Bradley countered. “And there was something both forbidden and erotic about it. Knowing that the couple were not just watching us, but were actually getting off on seeing us pleasure each other was…I don’t know how to describe it.” He finished in a whisper.”

“Damn.” Jean breathed, looking down at Bradley. “Looks like you only pretend you don’t like it when people see us being…touchy-feely with each other.” He said huskily as his arms tightened around Bradley in reaction to the sexy visual Bradley’s words had conjured in his mind. “You get off on voyeuristic shit. Take what you did in front of Stan this morning for instance.”

“You know why I did that.” Bradley protested. “I’m not into any voyeur-whatever. It’s just that…this place…”

“Magical.” Jean chuckled. “Told ya.”

“I believe the word you used was enchanted.”

“Same shit. All this talk is getting me…” Jean groaned.

“Addict,” Bradley muttered. “So…are we leaving?”

“I think we should.” Jean sighed. “We have more important things to see to. This vacation has been amazing so it’s not like we’re losing out or anything. And we can always come back.”

“Okay. Have you spoken to Mary already?” Bradley asked quietly.

“Yep. She’s ready when you are.” Jean responded. “And I’m paying by the way.”

“Jean…”

“Shut up, Bradley.”

Bradley raised his head and looked at the sexy man beneath him. The man he adored, cherished, loved, and lusted after… His man! “Promise we’ll come again?” He whispered.

“Promise.”

Bradley moved up and gave Jean a searing kiss. When the kiss ended, they just stared into each other’s eyes, what each person felt for the other, clear in their eyes. They didn’t need words.

“Last one for the road…air?” Jean breathed huskily as his cock jerked against Bradley.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Bradley grinned.

***

“Dr. Broody, someone called Bra…”

“Send him in,” Jean said before his secretary could complete her sentence.

Jean, who had been standing when the call came through, began to walk around his desk to go to the door. Since Mary sent him a message that she was done with Bradley, Jean had been sitting on pins and needles. He’d told himself not to call Bradley and ask how his first session had gone because he didn’t want to pressure the guy. And although Mary had told him that Bradley was okay, Jean had been worried sick. Just as he got to the door, it opened to reveal Brenda, his secretary, and Bradley.

“Thank you, Brenda,” Jean said as he opened the door wider and gestured for Bradley to enter the office. “Please hold all my calls. If any patient asks to see me, direct them to Dr. Solomon, please.”

“I’ll do that, Dr. Broody,” Brenda responded respectfully and left.

Immediately after the door shut, Jean drew Bradley into his arms. “Tell me you’re okay.” He demanded gruffly.

“Even if I’m not?” Bradley teased but his jovial tone was completely lost on Jean.

“Jesus, Bradley…”

“I’m fine,” Bradley said, stepping out of Jean’s arms. “You really think I’d have come here if I wasn’t?”

Jean scowled. “I would expect you to want to see me if you aren’t okay, Bradley.” He shot back.

“I know.” Bradley sat in one of the two visitors’ seats behind Jean’s desk. “But I wouldn’t have come because I wouldn’t want to worry you. Hey, come here.” He reached out and drew Jean to him. Then he pushed him to sit on the edge of the desk, wrapped his arms around his waist, and laid his head in his lap. “I’m fine.” He whispered.

“Do you want to sleep over tonight?” Jean asked softly after a while, stroking Bradley’s head.

“Yes,” Bradley answered, not really bothered about the fact that he had to go to work the next morning. “Remember that time, months ago, when you told me that you would want us to just sleep without...”

“Sex or talking.” Jean finished. “In bed, under the covers, your head on my chest…”

“Hand, not head.” Bradley corrected.

“Same shit,” Jean muttered and then smiled when Bradley laughed softly. “My arms around you… Let’s go home, Bradley.” He said.

“Now?” Bradley raised his head. “Aren’t you busy?”

“Nope.” Jean leaned down and kissed Bradley in his usual sweet and possessive way. “Even if I were, I’d rather be holding you right come. Come on. I’ll leave my car and ride with you.”

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“Ask him, Doc.” Wendy’s voice sounded stern on the phone. “You can’t assume he’s not hungry.”

“I’m not assuming anything.” Jean protested. “I asked him before we got here.”

“And you’ve been here for the past two hours.” She snapped.

“Wendy, we’re not talking right now so…”

“What do you mean you’re not talking?” She screeched so loudly Jean groaned. “Y’all fighting?”

“You think this is funny?” Jean growled when he felt Bradley shaking with laughter against him.

“Let me talk to her.” Bradley took the receiver from Jean. “Wendy, I’m famished.” He groaned pitifully to Jean’s shocked annoyance.

“I knew it,” Wendy grunted. “I’m going to prepare something for you right now. Tell Dr. Broody he’s not getting any.” She hung up.

“She says to tell you, you’re not getting any food,” Bradley said with mock innocence as he returned the receiver to its cradle.

“I think it’s very important I continue with that silence you’ve imposed,” Jean growled. “Because if I start going off…don’t you miss having this house all to ourselves? We could…” Bradley stopped Jean’s tirade with a kiss which went on longer than he’d intended. When they eventually broke apart, he rested his forehead against Jean’s.

“I’ll share my food with you,” Bradley said with a look, and in a tone so comical Jean burst into laughter.

“Thank you.” Jean smiled, rubbing his knuckles against Bradley’s cheeks as they retreated into silence. A silence which was broken by Bradley after a while.