16. Chapter 16

Bradley was reclining on the sofa, seemingly oblivious as he watched some action film starring Sly Stallone. It certainly wasn't Rocky, unless they'd decided to remake it with tanks and guns and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Either way, it worked for me that he was looking elsewhere, because it let me draw put pen to screen and sketch him out. Michaelangelo wished he had a model as muscular as what I was looking at, and Bradley certainly put David to shame in the genitalia department, if only I could get him to take off his pants for a picture…

I leaned in closer as I started to draw some details. The way the light struck his strong, angled jaw and the smirk that was slowly lifting at the edges of his mouth…

"You bastard," I said. "You knew I was drawing you this whole time!"

"If I wasn't posing or you I'd be on the same sofa as you," Bradley said. "Doing very dirty things."

"If you promise to get back over to the sofa and pose naked afterward, I can take a drawing break to do naughty things," I said.

Bradley was off the sofa in an instant. It only took two purposeful strides before he was straddling me on the love seat and tilting my head up to his for a deep kiss filled with meaning. He wasn't shy about deepening the kiss further, so that our tongues battled.

"This is very bottom of you," I said between kisses.

"Is it?" Bradley's hands gripped my wrists like vices as he ground against my stiffening cock.

"Bastard," I whined. "I wanted you to fuck me, not the other way round."

"Don't worry, babe," Bradley whispered. "That can be arranged." He leaned in to kiss me again, still not letting me move my hands as our bodies rubbed together, separated by too many layers of clothes.

He ground his arse against my cock until I was panting his name into his mouth. "Stop. Fuck, stop," I said. "You're gonna make me come in my pants, and we haven't even started yet."

Bradley smiled. "You focus on pulling yourself together, and I'll be back with supplies."

Then the pressure on my thighs was gone as he left the room. Deciding to be prepared, I pulled off my t-shirt and pants, leaving me naked on his sofa. When he returned, still fully clothed, but holding a bottle of lube and a condom in a wrapper, I was laid out on the sofa and showing off exactly what I wanted him to see.

Bradley dropped to his knees in front of me, and took my cock in his mouth, right to the bottom in one movement. I laid with my hands behind my head as he sucked, afraid to take any kind of control in this situation. I wanted Bradley controlling every aspect of this.

Bradley's hand gripped my thigh, holding my leg us as his thumb brushed over my hole. Seconds later, I heard the click of the lid, and his now slippery thumb broached me even as he sucked my cock. The feeling of him pushing into me and sucking me was almost enough to send me over the edge.

"Need you…in me," I said through gritted teeth.

Bradley pulled his mouth off my cock and smiled. "Your wish is my command," he said. He sat up on the sofa himself, and I watched as he pulled down his trousers just enough to free his cock. He rolled the condom down its length and then applied a generous amount of lube, which judging on his size seemed entirely necessary. "Hop on."

I scrambled up from where I was laying, feeling like an idiot with how eager I was, but Bradley just smiled as I straddled him. He lined up his cock with my hole, and I could feel the gentle pressure of him wanting to push in. His hands gently gripped my hips.

"I'll take control in a second, but I need you to take this at your own pace," he whispered.

I nodded, and with my forehead to his, slowly lowered myself, feeling the breach and burn as I took him inside of me. Slowly, slowly, I let him in. And then my thighs were touching his, and he was all the way in. Bradley gave me the briefest of kisses, and then I felt the grip of his strong hands on my hips tighten.

He moved me up and down on his cock, slowly at first, but as if I was as light as a feather. He didn't seem to be exerting himself as he maneuvered me in away that felt just right to me, and judging by his face, to him as well.

"Fuck, you're so big."

"Problem?" asked Bradley with a smirk as he pulled me down so that I was taking all of him. I groaned, and shook my head. I didn't have space for words when he filled me so completely.

Bradley seemed to alternate between moving my whole body with little thrusts that hit my prostate, and I couldn't help but get louder every time he did. I took his head in my hands and brought my lips to his, intending on kissing him, but really only managing to pant into his mouth.

"Fuck, Brad. You feel…so perfect," I managed. I could feel his answering smile on my lips.

"Touch yourself," he said. "I'm close but I want to see you come."

I nodded, words failing me again as I wrapped a hand around my cock. It didn't take much, just a few short strokes before I was spilling over his t-shirt. Bradley's hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he held me still in the air, pistoning his cock in and out of me. He kissed me, nipping at my lips, and I felt the moment that he lost control, as his momentum faltered, and he let me drop completely onto his cock.

For just a second, we both sat there, unable to move. And then I felt that smile against my lips again, and I pulled back to look at him. He was a mess, covered in my cum and with lust-drunk eyes. But he was so beautiful. I was so in love.

Little did I know that we'd soon be facing a choice that could break him.