Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 103: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Unwrapped!

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“Don’t beat yourself up.” Jean husked. “As soon as I remembered to breathe, I was fine. Fuck, this is good.” He added in a whisper as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “So good.” When Jean felt Bradley’s fingers on his nipples pulling on them, his hands tightened on his arse. “Pinch them.” He moaned. “Ahh…fuck. Harder.” He instructed. “Stop riding me, baby.” He gasped as his grip tightened on Bradley. “I don’t want to come yet...”

Bradley stopped moving. “Why?” He murmured as he leaned forward and started dropping sensual kisses along Jean’s exposed neck. His fingers never once stopped their work on those nipples.

“It will be embarrassing to come so soon, asshole,” Jean growled. “What the fuck…” His growl ended in a cry when Bradley started ‘whining’ his waist like a stripper on a pole. “Oh my god…” Jean came so hard he saw stars. “You fucker…” He cried as his entire body jerked with the intensity of his climax. “You…” But Bradley leaned down and slammed his mouth against Jean’s, cutting off his breathless insults.

By the time the kiss ended, Bradley was shaking with laughter against Jean. “You’re an idiot, know that?” He chuckled huskily as he nipped at Jean’s bottom lip. “And I adore you to bits.”

“Right back at you.” Jean panted, staring up at Bradley with eyes still dazed from his orgasm. “Shit, I feel drained…and sleepy.” He announced in a sleepy voice.

“Allow me to clean you up first,” Bradley said, getting off Jean. “Whilst I do that, you can tell me about Michael’s wife.”

“Alrig…hey, I thought you said…” Jean gasped when Bradley knelt before him and ran his hands up the insides of his thighs.

“I said I was going to clean you up,” Bradley muttered, pushing Jean’s legs farther apart. “I didn’t say how.” With that, he took Jean’s semi-hard cock into his mouth and began to lick it clean.

”Holy Shit.” Jean watched Bradley work. He hadn’t gone soft yet. If anything, he was getting harder. “Brad…”

Bradley moved down and gave Jean’s balls a wet lick. “They are heavy.” He murmured. “Can you give me another load?” He asked so sexily Jean groaned. “I know you can.” With a slow wink, he began to gently suck on them. Jean almost passed out from too much pleasure.

“Fucking hell…” Jean gasped when Bradley moved up to take his now rock-hard cock back into his mouth. He sucked with relish. When Jean felt that familiar tingle along his spine his eyes rolled into his head. “Oh shit, Brad I’m…” But he trailed off when Bradley pulled off the throbbing cock. “What the fuck, Bradley,” Jean growled in protest.

“Oooh, someone is dying to bust a nut…” Bradley rasped teasingly.

“You’re killing me, Brad.” The sound of tormented disapproval from Jean’s throat turned into a gasp when without any heads-up, Bradley grabbed him under each knee and pushed his legs up. “Brad…oh my god…” He moaned when he felt Bradley’s wet tongue over the sensitive skin of his perineum. Jean gasped when that tongue teased down to circle his puckered ring. It felt good but he wanted that wicked mouth on his cock.

As if Bradley could read Jean’s mind, he released Jean’s legs and moved up to take him back into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down with speed and skill, sucking hard on the head anytime he got to the rim. Jean’s hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. He was in pleasure heaven. Bradley cupped Jean’s balls in one hand and massaged them gently as he sucked. And when he felt Jean suddenly tense up, heard the hitch in his breath, and felt his balls draw up tight in his hand, he knew that Jean was about to lose it. Bradley took Jean deep into his throat and wriggled his tongue against the underside of his cock. Jean didn’t stand a chance… He unraveled.

“Brad…” He cried out as his body jerked with his climax. “Brad…” He couldn’t stop crying out Bradley’s name as he bathed the back of his throat with his essence. “Bradley…” He gasped.

Bradley swallowed every drop of what Jean offered and licked him clean. But he didn’t release Jean from his mouth. He played with Jean’s piercing until his body eventually relaxed and he opened eyes that looked stoned, to gaze down at Bradley. Bradley stared back, still playing with Jean’s ring.

“You are amazing.” Jean breathed. Then with a slight shrug, he added; “And a slut.” He couldn’t suppress his yelp when Bradley lightly nipped the area around his piercing with his teeth.

“Did you forget your dick was in my mouth?” Bradley drawled, getting to his feet. “Never badmouth someone who has his teeth around your family jewels.” He reached for Jean’s hand and pulled him out of the chair. “You’re lucky I love that cock.” Bradley chuckled as he directed Jean to the bathroom.

After they’d both brushed their teeth and cleaned up, they decided to relax on the couch instead of the bed. Jean stretched out on his back and used the armrest as a pillow. Bradley went to the bed, grabbed a pillow, and came to push it under Jean’s head. Then he stretched out on top of Jean and rested his head on his chest with a contented sigh.

“Still sleepy?” Bradley asked.

“Not anymore,” Jean muttered.

“Good. Now, what were you saying about Michael’s wife?”

“That she’s one of the finest therapists in the country,” Jean murmured as he rubbed his hand on Bradley’s back leisurely. She’s feisty and firm and will push you when you need to be pushed. But at the same time, being female and a mother gives her that soft touch and understanding which will come in handy when dealing with you. I’ve seen some of the people she’s worked on and she’s amazing.”

“I trust your judgment so…Mrs. Michael it is.”

“Mrs. Murphy.” Jean laughed. “She’s Mary. Dr. Mary Murphy. I told you earlier when we were in bed.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did. You were clearly not paying attention.” Jean laughed softly. “So…ready to see her?”

“Honestly?”

“Uh-huh.”

“No.” Bradley sighed. “But I know it’s for the best so I guess I don’t have a choice. I’m scared I’ll chicken out though.”

“I’m not going to allow you to chicken out,” Jean said firmly. “’Cause I wouldn’t allow you to make a mockery of that compliment I paid your mother.”

“That she’s an angel?”

“Yep.”

“An angel who has the hots for her family lawyer.” Bradley’s drawl ended in a yelp when Jean smacked his bare arse.

“You won’t talk that way about my boyfriend’s mother,” Jean growled.

“I forgot that you two kind of think alike.” Bradley chuckled. “How weird is it that both of you got me a Rolex for my twenty-fifth birthday.” He drawled.

“That just shows that both your boyfriend and your mother have good taste,” Jean said cockily. “Know how many people would kill for that? Your mother is a diva, Brad. Those presents…”

“I know right.” Bradley chuckled, recalling the answering excitement on his mother’s face anytime he opened a present and enthused over it.

They’d gotten her on skype to watch as he opened his presents. There had been no tears, just laughter. Each present had a card that made him know which year it was bought. It had been mad fun. Among his presents was an expensive Philips Norelco electric shaver, Armani Code cologne by Giorgio Armani which Yolanda claimed she bought because she was told it smelt dead sexy, an iPad, a 2-set Knit Slouchy Beanie which made Bradley laugh delightedly, a Stainless Steel Can Cooler for drinks, a camera, an expensive Beats Studio Wireless Over-Ear Headphones which Bradley actually squealed over, and a Super High-powered Surveillance Binoculars which Bradley absolutely adored.

When Yolanda had asked him which of the presents he loved most, Bradley hadn’t been able to pick one because he loved them all. Even the pack of socks and boxers that he knew wouldn’t fit him at his current age. Jean had, of course, started using the camera even before they were done opening the presents, to Yolanda’s delight. Afterward, Bradley told Jean that he couldn’t believe that he’d actually thought all these years that his mother hated him. Silly Jean had retorted in a dry voice; “If you can hate your kid after you’ve gone through all that trouble to push it out alive, you must be the devil’s twin sister.”

“Hmm…” Bradley sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, I know that therapy helps people and can help me too. It’s just that sometimes, the thought of spilling my guts…”

“And that’s why I know that Mary is the best person,” Jean said. “I’ve got you.”

“I know.”