Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 59: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Sizzling log!

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“Ahhh.” Bradley pulled off the pierced dick in his mouth to cry out to Jean’s triumph. He couldn’t tell exactly what Jean was doing to his hole but it felt amazing.

When Bradley felt Jean pull on his cock from behind to suck on him, he went weak with the swift and brutal pleasure that crashed into him. He groaned around the hard flesh in his throat as he pushed back against Jean’s wicked mouth. Bradley knew that he was losing control. He had to remind himself that it was all about Jean at that moment, not him. He did another quick rotation and lined up his hole with that heavenly pierced weapon. His eyes fluttered shut as he began to sink down on it.

“Oh god…” Bradley bit his lower lip in concentration until his arse met Jean’s groin. “Fuck, I missed you.” He gasped and then began to ride Jean like a man on a mission.

“Slow the fuck down, Bradley.” Jean gasped when he immediately felt that familiar tingle that preceded his orgasm. His hands went to Bradley’s waist to slow him down. “I’m gonna blow in the next second if you…”

“You didn’t even want this.” Bradley snapped breathlessly, not reducing his speed for even a second. “Now you wanna savour it?”

“I should have gagged you.” Jean rasped as he fucked up into Bradley.

“Shut up and come already,” Bradley grunted as he rode Jean. “I have plans for this cock. The earlier you…oh fuck!” Bradley’s sudden squeal at the feel of Jean’s thumbs rubbing his nipples would have made a girl proud. His head fell back in rapturous abandon as his body shook. “Jean…”

“What was that you were saying again?” Jean breathed with a naughty smirk as Bradley’s rhythm faltered. Jean knew he wasn’t going to last. Certainly not after watching Bradley get off twice without any relief to his own weeping cock. But he planned on holding off his orgasm for as long as he could. He had his ego to protect.

But as Bradley said, he had plans…

Bradley grabbed Jean’s wrists, pulled his thumbs off his nipples, and then leaned forward to pin both wrists above Jean’s head, effectively restraining the sexy doctor.

“Aw come on…” Jean groaned, feeling himself completely at the mercy of the soldier. He’d never been restrained in any way during sex. “Bradley…” He breathed, staring up at the man above him with lust-glazed eyes.

With his eyes on Jean’s, Bradley leaned forward till one of his swollen distended nipples hovered above Jean’s mouth. He didn’t have to tell the mischievous doctor what to do. And when Jean closed his mouth around the nipple and began to suck, Bradley’s eyes fluttered shut as an erotic cry tore out of him. He began to gyrate on Jean, allowing his senses to dwell completely on the mouth on his taut, sensitive flesh and the feel of that wicked ring rubbing against his pleasure button.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Whimpers bubbled up out of Bradley’s chest and escaped his gasping mouth. He was completely lost in sensations.

Jean, on the other hand, was experiencing feelings that he’d never had to experience. Apart from having to actually have sex whilst restrained, his cock was being worked to the point where his senses reeled. It felt as if Bradley was part of him in such a way that the soldier’s joy, emotions, lust, and energy, fed into his. The feeling was surreal. Jean had never felt such a connection before. When his orgasm slammed into him, it was with an intensity that shocked him. Jean’s mouth fell away from the flesh in his mouth as a guttural roar tore out of his throat.

“Oh god, yes…” Jean’s body shook. “Fuck, Bradley…” Jean tried to string his thoughts together but he couldn’t. Gasps fell from his lips. When he felt Bradley release his wrists, he couldn’t even bring himself to lift them from the point above his head. He filled the warm, tight crevice he was buried in until he had no more to give. Then he went slack and just stared up at Bradley with dazed eyes.

“Sorry,” Bradley whispered, staring down at Jean. “I wasn’t thinking…I’m sorry.” He flopped onto Jean and buried his face against Jean’s neck, moaning softly when those sensitive peaks brushed against Jean’s chest hair. “Please…” He groaned. “Talk to me, baby…”

There it was again, Jean thought as he finally lifted his hands and wrapped them around Bradley’s waist with a sigh. He heard Bradley’s sigh of relief and willed himself to speak ‘cause somehow, that experience seemed to have rendered him speechless. Jean cleared his throat and tightened his arms around Bradley.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Jean murmured. “You didn’t come.” He observed.

“You’re still hard.” Bradley shot back softly, chuckling when he felt Jean twitch inside him.

“Do you want me to make you come?” Jean tenderly caressed Bradley’s back.

“Yes.” A whisper, filled with so much need. “But if you’re tired…”

“You seriously think that just because I came, it means I’m done fucking?” Jean growled. “You have a lot to learn. That first wave of cum is only lube for more fun.”

“I thought…”

“Shut up.” Jean lightly slapped Bradley’s arse. “I’m always in the mood to make you cum. Besides, you did say you have plans for my cock. Tell me what the plan is.”

Bradley groaned. “I want you to take me on that log.” He muttered.

“Interesting choice.” Jean turned his head to look at the forty-inches-long log with its soft fluffy cover. “But why the log?”

Bradley shrugged. “Just curious. I’ve…I’ve dreamt about it once.”

“Tell me about the dream.”

“We were both on it. You were fucking me from behind.” Bradley didn’t think it was necessary to add that he’d woken up the next morning with the remnants of a wet dream.

Jean went quiet for a moment. Then he said quietly; “There’s something I need to tell you about that log.” Jean watched as Bradley tilted his head to look him in the eye. “There’s a recorder directly above it. It will record everything we do on it. I could turn the camera off but I don’t want to do that. It’s part of the log experience.”

“Leave it on,” Bradley whispered. “I don’t care.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” Bradley began to play with the hairs on Jean’s chest. “Have you fucked a lot of people on it?” He rasped, hating the unpleasant tightening in his gut.

“Jealous?” Jean drawled. “Ouch! Aw, come on…” He groaned when Bradley pulled sharply on his hair. “Fuck, you’re mean,” Jean grumbled. “It’s a new toy, okay? I got it a day before I saw you playing Rambo. I’m yet to try it out.” He leaned in and kissed Bradley lightly on the mouth. “And I love that you’re going to be the first on that log. Happy?”

“I wasn’t bothered.”

“Liar.” Jean chuckled. “Now, go wait for me on it. Straddle it, facing north. And keep your head down.”

“Roger that,” Bradley grunted as he sat up. “I’m going to leak all over you when I pull off.” He groaned.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jean smirked. “I told you, that’s the lube for what’s coming.”

By the time the two men got back into bed, they were both deliciously exhausted. They held each other close until Jean had to succumb to the sleep that was much needed. That left Bradley to think about all that had gone down in the Broody home. Bradley smiled as he recalled the craziness of the brothers, the sheer sweet innocence of the kids, the care shown him by Lucy…but his smile faded when he recalled the conversation in the den as he’d waited for Jean. Just remembering what was said made Bradley shiver with dread.