Chapter 67: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Strip!

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Jean parked beneath Bradley’s condo, got out of his car, and looked up at the huge, posh building. He looked absolutely classy and yummy in simple, ripped dark blue jeans, a sexy white long-sleeved t-shirt, and white Adidas trainers. It was five a.m. but he knew that Bradley would be up. He hoped he allowed him in and heard him out. Just as he got to the main entrance and was about to press Bradley’s intercom, the door opened for a young man who was obviously going for a run. He held the door open for Jean to enter so he didn’t bother pressing the intercom again. Just as Jean got off the elevator on Bradley’s floor, one of the doors to the three apartments on the floor, opened to reveal a very pretty, curvy brunette who looked like she’d just woken up.

Jean heard her say ‘stay safe’ to someone inside before closing the door and coming towards the elevator. She said hello to Jean and then got on the elevator which promptly began its descent, leaving only Jean on the long corridor. Jean looked up at the number on the door the lady had come out of and saw C-8 written boldly on it. That was Bradley’s apartment. Jean had been with lots of women to know the walk of shame. That fine brunette was doing the walk alright. Jean sunk down into a crouch as his legs suddenly went weak and his breath quickened.

There was one thing that Jean Broody had always hated. And that was assuming things because he knew assumption didn’t always end well. So the last thing he wanted to do was jump to conclusions. But…Bradley didn’t have any reason to be faithful to him. They were not in a relationship. Hell, they weren’t even fuck buddies. Bradley was a strong, normal warm-blooded young man who had needs. It was okay. The man was going on a mission. He needed to get some for his trip. Jean took deep breaths until he felt himself calm down. Then he got back to his feet. He contemplated leaving but decided to do what he’d come to do. Talk to Bradley. Jean got back to his feet and went to knock on Bradley’s door.

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Bradley Jackson heard the knock and grabbed Allyson’s scarf. He’d tried calling her to come back for it but her cell phone was off. He pulled up his combat pants and headed for the door without even bothering with his zipper.

“I tried to call but your phone…” Bradley said as the door began to open but he trailed off when he saw who was at the door. “Jean…” He breathed, feeling his heart pound with excitement. The man had lost weight but that took nothing away from his sexiness and handsomeness. God, he was fine.

“Can I come in?” Jean asked quietly as his eyes raked over Bradley.

He took in the soldier’s tight-fitting t-shirt and opened flap through which he could see his boxer-covered bulge and swallowed hard. Jean felt a fierce shudder race down his body straight into his groin. He got hard so fast he forgot, for a moment, why he was there. Bradley didn’t move or say anything because he was clearly in shock. Jean patiently waited, his need soaring by the second. Then his eyes fell on the peach scarf in Bradley’s hand. He got so angry so fast he gasped. Jean didn’t wait for Bradley to open the door. He pushed it open, stepped inside, and closed the door.

A quick glance told Jean all he needed to know about Bradley. The man had taste. And he was definitely okay. The classy decor of the apartment spoke for itself. Jean removed the Rolex on his wrist and placed it onto the nearest table.

“I believe this is yours,” Jean muttered, still glancing around.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Bradley picked up the watch he’d left in Jean’s playroom weeks earlier and looked at it before putting it back on the table. Then he watched Jean. He wanted to kiss him so bad but…he knew he’d given up that right when he told him all those hurtful stuff.

“You always open your door like that?” Jean tried but couldn’t keep the sneer out of his voice. He stared pointedly at Bradley’s open fly.

“I was…”

“Never mind what you were doing.” Jean snapped, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. He was going insane with need. First things first. “Strip.”

“Jean…”

“Now!” The command was clear.

Jean was surprised at how quickly and smoothly he’d slipped into his Dom mode. The combination of arousal and anger was obviously pushing him to levels he hadn’t planned on reaching. The way he was feeling, he knew that he couldn’t go one more minute without having what he craved most at that very moment. Bradley’s arse. And he really wasn’t in the mood to ask nicely. Bradley could say no if he didn’t want it.

Bradley stared at Jean, his body vibrating with tension and arousal. His body responded to Jean’s nearness and need like a magnet to steel. He could feel Jean’s anger. It was pouring off him in spades but Bradley didn’t think he needed to ask why or ask any questions for that matter. That wasn’t the right time. He simply obeyed because he wanted the man as he’d never wanted him before, anyway. He wanted Jean inside him, filling him, giving him rapturous pleasure. He’d been so empty for so long without him. Bradley looked at Jean when he was completely naked, his shaft, granite-hard, and leaking like a faucet.

"Hands against that pillar.” Jean rasped and watched Bradley do as he’d instructed. “Don’t let go unless I say otherwise.” He kicked Bradley’s legs apart and pushed up against him. “Spread those legs.”

Bradley felt clothes against his back. Jean had obviously remained fully clothed. At least he could feel the firm pressure of Jean’s thick cock against his arse. Bradley couldn’t stop himself from grinding into Jean. God, he’d missed the man. He wished he could turn around and take that beautiful cock down his throat. No harm in asking…

“Jean, may…”

“Not a word or I’ll gag you,” Jean said huskily as he took out a sachet of lube from his wallet.

When Bradley felt the slick finger at his entrance, he whimpered his anticipation. And when two fingers entered him to get him ready, he pushed back against them with a guttural moan, clinging to the pillar as he’d been instructed. When Bradley heard the unmistakable crinkle of a foil packet, however, he almost sobbed with disappointment. Why was Jean using a condom? He wanted to tell him not to but he’d been instructed not to speak. Well, he would have Jean anyhow the man was willing to allow.

Bradley rose on his tiptoes when he felt Jean's huge cockhead pressing against his hole. He moaned as his inner muscles began to pave way for the massive weight invading it, stretching around Jean. Jean went slowly, careful not to cause Bradley any pain. Bradley whimpered and trembled when he felt Jean’s lips on his neck and his breath against his ear.

“Are you okay?” Jean whispered, making Bradley’s nerve endings tingle with delicious excitement.

Bradley nodded as he slowly got off his toes, resulting in Jean sliding deep. He couldn’t suppress his cry of pleasure at the exquisite feeling of having Jean buried to the hilt inside him. Jean nudged Bradley’s legs further apart and wrapped an arm around his waist as his other hand moved to hold him under the neck. Bradley was in sub-heaven.