35. Bohdi

Chapter thirty-five

Bohdi

I pull a condom out of the drawer. Brayden watches my every move as I put it on. We haven't spoken about condoms, but I assume it's the thing to do. Brayden doesn't stop me.

I squirt lube on the head of my dick, covering it in the latex, and squirt some more on my fingers as Brayden lies on his back, staring up at me, his chest rising at a rapid pace. My hands tremble with eagerness as I hold my dick in my hand and stare down at Brayden, who gazes at me like I'm the answer to life.

Right now I feel like I am.

Bringing myself to his hole, I stare down as my swollen head probes his opening. Brayden instantly tenses. My gaze moves up to Brayden's eyes, and he nods, relaxing slightly for me. His ass sucks on my swollen head and I have to grit my teeth.

Think of work, think of all the presentations you have to go back to and watch and mark. Work. Work. Work, I tell myself, begging my dick to not release already.

"Fucomffahh," Brayden mews. He whimpers as I push in further and I have to stop.

"Baby, I need you to relax for me. You're too tight."

"Ahh fuck, call me baby again," he whines, begging me like a thirsty, slutty boy desperate for my dick.

"You like when I call you baby?" I kiss down his jaw, his whimpers intensifying as I push further into him.

"Baby, if you keep squeezing my dick like that, I will come in two seconds," I grit as I push further in. Stars begin to field my vision. This is the tightest, warmest feeling I have ever felt, and I never want to leave.

"Relax, baby. Relax, baby," I repeat as he relaxes and I slide into the hilt, holding myself there as Brayden gasps and whines beneath me. Sweat drips from my head at how much I'm holding back right now. I could come right now, but I need to hold out for a little while. I need to experience what it's like to truly own Brayden.

"Fuck. I feel so full right now, Bohdi," he gasps.

"I'm going to move." I kiss his ear before sitting up and pulling out. Brayden winces, but when I push back in, his back rises off the bed.

"Holymotherfuck."

"You got that right," I grit, trying to hold myself back. His ass squeezes my dick incredibly tight.

"Bohdi." Brayden grabs my arms and I stop, gazing down at him.

"I've been tested since I last had sex. I'm clean." He gulps, his cheeks flushed. "I want you to come inside me."

"Fuck." My voice comes out hoarse, squeezing his thighs as I hold myself still. I know if I move right now, I'm going to come. I wait a minute, after a few deep breaths and an image of my workload, I pull out slowly, pulling off the condom.

"I'm clean too."

Staring down at his hole, I had more lube before I push my swollen, leaking dick into him slowly and Jesus fucking Christ . This is what heaven must feel like. His warm, tight hole squeezes my dick like it never wants to let go, and I'm happy to oblige. If someone asked me where I wanted to die, this would be it: in Brayden's arms, buried deep inside him.

"There are no words to explain how fucking amazing you feel, baby."

Brayden whimpers and whines, pushing himself further onto my dick as he shuffles on the bed. Gasps fly from his mouth as I push further in.

"Fuck me, sir."

"Fuuuuuuuuuckkk!" I pull out and push myself in to him until I'm buried as deep as I can, and I pull back out again.

"It feels"—Brayden gasps as I push in a bit harder this time—"so good," he whines.

"My dick was made for your hole."

"Fuck me harder, sir, please." Brayden's words turn me into some crazed person as I pull back and push in hard, my balls slapping against his ass.

"Right there. Ommfffckkk."

"Right there, yeah." I continue with my pace. Brayden's eyes close as his head pushes into the pillow. A tingle begins at the bottom of my spine, and I know I can't hold out anymore. My balls tighten.

"Brayden, I'm coming in this tight fucking ass. I want you to take every drop," I grit out, squeezing his thighs.

"Yes, come in me, please," he begs. I wrap my hand around his rock hard dick that has pre-cum leaking down it and begin pumping.

"I want you to come with me and I want your eyes on me when you take my load into your tight ass. I want you to watch me when I claim and own every single fucking inch of you, baby."

"Myfuckingod!" Brayden screams as he pants, and his eyes flutter closed and then open up again, locking with mine. My balls tense up and then I let go, pushing my dick deeper into his hole as I empty myself into him.

"Fuckkkkkkkkk!" I roar, pumping myself so deep I feel like I start and end with Brayden. All I can think is he's mine now. I've laid my claim, I've made my mark. Brayden Quake Anders is mine.

"I'm coming," Brayden groans, as his dick shoots out cum, and his ass tightens around my already sensitive dick which sends me into an overstimulated spiral as I twitch inside him watching him shatter in front of me.

I drop myself so my arms are either side of Brayden's head and place a gentle kiss against his lips between gasps of breaths from both of us.

"There's no word to describe that." I lean up and my dick slides easily out of Brayden's ass, causing a wince to leave his lips. I stare down as I watch a trail of my cum leak out of his ass. I gather some up with one finger and push my finger back inside him.

"Fuck, Boh." Brayden winces, tensing around my finger.

"Sorry," I whisper. "I want it to stay in you a little longer." I frown down at some of myself leaking out of him, not liking it. I want him to walk around with my cum inside him, feeling how wet and warm it feels. Remembering that I was there and no other man can put their dick inside him where my cum lays.

Shit. When did I become such an obsessed caveman?

I roll over and lie next to Brayden, bringing my arm up. He glances up at me as I pat my chest. He smirks and lays his head on my chest. We lay in silence for a few minutes, basking in the aftermath of what just happened. His breath, warm against my chest, creates a cocoon around us.

Time seems to stretch, each second etching the memory deeper. It's as if the universe holds its breath, allowing us to exist in that perfect suspended space. It doesn't surprise me that at this moment, my mind is clear. Clearer than it has ever been, and nothing seems more perfect than it does now. It's like everything around me has aligned, as if my whole life was leading up to this moment.

"You OK?" I break the silence. Brayden shifts up to lean on one arm.

"More than OK." His disheveled hair falls over his forehead, and his bright blue eyes bore into mine as my heart skips a beat.

"I needed to talk to you," I murmur, my fingers threading through his hair. His eyes flutter closed, a smile playing on his lips.

"Mmm," he responds, keeping his eyes shut as I lean in and kiss him. His teeth peek out in a wide grin, and I can't help but smile back.

"My favorite," I whisper, tracing my finger along his lips.

"I attended the meeting today." Brayden's smile falters.

"Without me?" He frowns.

"Well, yeah. I didn't think you'd want to come along," I admit.

He sighs, nodding. "Fair," he mumbles.

"I want to discuss something with you. During the meeting, they went over how family and friends can support someone struggling with addiction. One key point was keeping them away from drugs."

"Well, that won't be easy. It's practically next door to him," Brayden interjects.

"I know. I've considered that." On my drive back from the meeting, I realized waiting wouldn't help Bexley. We need a big change. "How would both Bexley and you feel about him moving in here?"

Brayden freezes.

"Wh—what?"

"I want to do everything I can, Brayden. If it's too much, I understand. But I want your brother to have a chance at life. I want him to see how amazing you are and how beautiful life can be. I want him to live, and I want to help him achieve that."

Brayden stares at me, wide-eyed and silent. "Bohdi . . . I—" He leans up, crashing his lips against mine. "I love you." The world seems to freeze, Brayden included. "Oh my god, I didn't mean that. It just slipped out in the heat of the moment. Please don't kick me out or think I'm weird. I swear—"

"Shh," I hush him, pressing my finger to his lips and kissing him to silence the babbling. He hesitantly kisses me back, and his eyes move away from me as I pull away.

"Hey, don't worry. I know you didn't mean it," I say, even though it stings to admit. I wish he had meant it. I wish he hadn't taken it back.

He nods, exhaling. "It truly was a mistake. I'm sorry," he repeats, another jab at my heart.

"I understand. It's OK." I force a smile, hoping he doesn't notice my hesitation. "So, are you on board with my suggestion?"

He nods, his smile growing. "Yes. You can't imagine what this means to both of us. I'll need to talk to Bex—I don't expect him to accept it immediately, though." He pauses, brow furrowing. "You do realize how challenging this will be, right?" I nod, pulling his head back down to my chest as he snuggles in.

"I've considered it, and I'll need your assistance as much as possible without disrupting your college and training. Plus, we'll have to be discreet. No one can find out, especially given how close I live to the college."

Brayden sighs. "I feel like it's impossible."

"We can only try. I also want to start Bexley on some basic homeschooling, if he's up for it." Brayden raises an eyebrow at me.

"Were you made on planet perfect or something?" Bray teases, his eyes dancing.

"Far from it," I reply, pressing a kiss to his forehead.