10. Brent

CHAPTER 10

brENT

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in Costa Rica until Wednesday?"

I stood buck naked with John staring at Daredevil and Greer.

"Today is Wednesday, asshole. But I think the better question is, what the fuck are you doing with that giant ass dildo?"

I forgot I was holding it.

"Wait. Is that a horn?" he asked in a tone only dogs could hear. Austin freaked and slammed his hand over Greer's eyes.

I looked down at the dildo, then back at John. He was fucking stunning with his naked body and tattoos on display. His dick was hard and his skin shimmered in the light, giving him an ethereal glow. Then it hit me at the same time Austin asked the question.

"Why the fuck are you so shiny? What have you two been doing while I was gone?"

John pointed at me. "Ask that asshole," he growled, reaching down to grab the towel. "All I did was take a shower and come out looking like this!" He gestured to his impressive physique and the coating on his skin.

"Is that oil?" Austin asked as he tried to keep Greer's eyes covered. What the fuck was up with that?

"Yep. It's baby oil. But the prank was supposed to be on you for calling him. Apparently, this old guy doesn't know his colors."

John growled, then reached out to grab me again, but I slipped out of his hands, laughing my ass off as I jumped behind the sofa.

Greer let out a groan, but I couldn't pay attention because John was still trying to catch me. Damn, this was fun. And just like GQ said, the audience made it even better. I'd almost forgotten they were here in the room until I got close enough to hear Austin talking to Greer. "I'm sorry, babe. Did I hurt you?"

Time stood still as I screeched to a halt in the middle of the floor, but my grin was wicked.

" Babe ? I thought you hated him?"

My best friend turned to scowl at me, still pressing his "babe" against the door.

"I thought you hated the Commander. But here you are, naked and oiled up like some kind of Turkish Oil wrestling competitor."

I laughed, but wasn't ready to explain. "Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it."

Austin shook his head at me like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "I don't understand you sometimes, Dreamboat. Why don't you just admit you like him and fuck each other's brains out like normal people?"

A rumbling chuckle came from John. "That's what I said. But he has to play these dumbass games."

Austin turned back to Greer, where he was still plastered to the door. While I grinned at them, a pillow flew across the room and hit me in the head.

"Cover your damn self. We have company."

Before I could flip him off, I heard Austin talking to Greer. "Can we just go home and come back tomorrow?"

"You are home, dummy," I snorted. "Did you hit your head?"

Austin turned back to face me. "No, asshole. We got married. And by the way, I'm moving out. Now you and Jon Cena over there can wrestle all you want."

"Be nice," Greer chuckled, patting him on the back.

What did he say?

"Married? Are you serious?"

Austin held up his left hand so I could see his ring.

"Holy fuck! Congratulations, man. We need to celebrate."

He shook his head. "Not with you naked! And don't tell anyone. We want to do that. Go put some fucking clothes on."

I snorted. "I have my fucking clothes on. I'm in my birthday suit."

John laughed over my shoulder. "God damn. I don't know why I like you."

"Yes, you do. It's because of my…"

"Get the fuck out of here!" Austin yelled, making me jump.

I grabbed John by the hand and tugged the slippery fucker toward my room. "We need to shower and get out of here before we're late."

He grunted, then pulled me back against his chest. His oil-covered cock rested between my ass cheeks. Leaning in, he bit my earlobe, making my dick jerk and pre-cum pool. "I'm tired of these fucking games. I'm slick and ready to sink into your ass."

I grinned. "That can be arranged. Bed."

"Shower," he commanded, making me shiver. "Get in there, spread your cheeks, and hold on to the damn wall. And if you need prep, you do it now."

"Yes, sir, Commander, sir." I stepped a few feet in front of him, bent over, and inserted the tip of the horn in my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head as I teased myself with it.

"Mother of god," he groaned from behind me. "Push it in more. You know I'm bigger than that. And don't fucking tease me, or I won't let you come."

I shivered at his words and waddled into the bathroom, clinching my asshole around a rainbow colored unicorn horn dildo.

Yanking open the shower door, I reached in and turned the water on just as John stepped up behind me with a suited up cock. The minute he took hold of the horn and started fucking me with it, I almost lost it right there.

"Gonna… cum…"

He leaned closer. "No fucking way. You wait until I give you permission."

I whimpered at his commanding and domineering side. I'd do anything he told me to do. So I stepped under the warm water as he followed me in. When the door was closed, he put his hand between my shoulders and urged me over.

Before he yanked out the horn, he gave it an evil twist until he grazed my gland. I released a moan worthy of a porn star, making him chuckle.

"There it is," he crooned, before shoving it deeper, only then to remove it completely. I was a wanton hussy and ready to be railed.

"Give it to me," I whined.

He chuckled again. "So needy. I'll give it to you after you answer my question."

John wedged the tip of his cock just inside my hole and reached around to fist my cock. "What? What's the question?"

I fucking loved this side of him.

"Did you really go out and fuck someone last night?" he asked as he held my cock in a death grip.

"Why?" I answered, knowing what it would do to him. "Why does it matter?"

He leaned over my back and took my face in his left hand while his right choked my chicken. "Because you're mine, goddamn it. And that's the way it's going to be."

I shivered as he took my mouth in a searing kiss and then pulled back. "Answer the fucking question."

I blinked at him. "No. I went for a beer."

His entire expression changed when he took my mouth again before slamming home. My back arched as he held me close, railing my ass like no one ever had. He clutched my body to him as he jerked my cock.

We were both climbing to the edge of something unbelievable and when he hit my gland and jerked me hard, my body went stiff as I exploded all over the wall. My asshole clenched around his shaft as he chanted in my ear.

"So fucking tight … god bless America," he crooned in my ear as he filled the condom with his release.

I sagged forward as both our knees went weak. My head rested against my arm braced on the tile wall as John caught his breath. Before I was ready, he took a step back and withdrew from me to dispose of the condom.

The warm water cascaded over my back as I expected him to get out and leave. But I was wrong. The pop of the cap of my shower gel caught my attention as big hands moved over my body, massaging and washing me tenderly. I didn't want this from him. I needed the rough and commanding, not the sweet and sensual. But John gave me no choice in the matter.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, his demeanor completely different. I wanted to tell him not to call me that, but it was pointless. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

"Yeah, Big Daddy. I'm good."

I expected him to balk at my nickname, but he just chuckled and continued to wash me, then himself. Washing him was out of the question. It was too intimate for me, and I was fine as long as we kept this primal. Only fulfilling each other's carnal needs.

He must have sensed what I needed, because he popped me on the ass cheek, leaving a delicious little sting behind. "Let's go. I'm starving."

I nodded as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He tossed it to me and grabbed a second one for himself. I watched as he dried off, never making eye contact. And for some reason, that settled me inside.

"I'm going to get dressed. "

I nodded, then went to dry myself.

John looked over at me and started laughing. "What the fuck are all those doing stuck to the wall?"

I followed his gaze to the collection of dildos suction cupped to the shower wall. "I keep them handy," I said. "Leaving them attached means I can fuck myself any time I want. GQ recommended the tentacle."

John's eyes went wide. "Nope. I don't want to know."

I grinned as he exited the shower. "Brent," he called. "I meant what I said. You're mine."

And with that, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving me grinning.

Ten minutes later, we were dressed and ready to go. I motioned toward Dare's room. "I'm going to see if they want to get dinner."

I closed the distance and heard them talking as if they were right on the other side of the door. These two had gone and gotten married, and when Dare said something that must have been sweet to Greer, I had to make fun of him.

"Awww," I crooned from outside his door. "You two are so fucking sweet. Did you hear them?"

John's deep chuckle made me smile. "You're such an asshole."

"Dare loves me. Right buddy?" I asked through the door.

"Not so much right now. What the fuck do you want?"

I laughed. "I don't want anything, but your brother has been blowing up my phone trying to get in touch with you. You might want to call him."

"Did he say what he wanted?"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "He said it was something about a business proposal."

"Yeah, okay," Dare replied. "I'll call him tomorrow."

"Okay. We're heading to get some dinner. You two want to join us?"

"No," he called out. "We're going home. Next time."

"Alright. We'll talk tomorrow. Later Greer."

"Goodnight, gentlemen," he replied.

As we walked toward the door, I glanced over at John. He wasn't shiny anymore, but it still made me laugh.

"That was fun."

He eyed me before he slung his arm over my shoulder. "You just remember what I said."

I grinned. "Yes, sir, Commander, sir!"