Read Heartsville 04 - Clique (Jayden Brooks) for Free Online

sprawl on the couch with me plastered to his chest. This development thrilled my dick, which was trapped between our bodies. Not one to waste an opportunity, I crashed my mouth to his, biting and sucking in a frenzy of need, doing my absolute best to devour him.
    Brandon didn’t let a little thing like me being on top stop him from seizing control. The tips of his fingers were just shy of painful as he tightened his grip on my hip, urging me into a slow grind. The friction of his jeans dragging against my bare cock was almost enough to push me over. I refused to let that happen.
    “Ungh.” I shot up. My cock hanging out, I straddled his lean hips and shoved his shirt up, revealing a perfect six-pack and a delicious happy trail I was determined to follow. “Show me,” I growled. I didn’t trust myself to get his zipper down without maiming my soon-to-be new best friend. The real not-so-little Brandon.
    Like with everything else, Brandon moved at his own pace: Too. Fucking. Slow. I canted my hips, grinding myself not so gently into his balls. “Giddyup.”
    He snorted, and I swear to God, he actually spread his thighs—giving me more access to do potential damage. Oh, and he moved slower. Fine!
    The teasing glint in Brandon’s gaze turned molten when I reached into my shorts, cupped my balls, and carefully lifted them out. With my junk on full display, I squeezed my flesh tight enough to hiss at the sting. “I’m so close.”
    He unbuttoned his jeans and reached for the zipper.
    I canted my hips again, deliberately dragging my heavy sack across his jeans. “Don’t you want to come with me?” I swirled my finger in the pool of precum welling at the tip of my cock, spreading it around the crown; then, with our gazes locked, I licked my finger clean.
    The sound he made, a cross between a moan and a growl, had my heart stuttering and my ass clenching. His body went rigid, and his hands trembled as he quickly shoved his boxers out of the way. His cock was beautiful. I couldn’t tear my gaze away, and my hips took on a life of their own, shuttling and thrusting—practically begging for a source of friction. I wanted him in me. My mouth. My ass. Fuck. “Ungh. Ungh.”
    I collapsed forward, lining up our flesh. God, he was so hot. The feeling of his silky cock against my own was sublime. He sank his hand down into my jeans, gripping my ass and controlling my erratic thrusts. I kept my chin tucked to my chest, watching our dicks grind together between our bellies. There were a number of sounds perfectly in place in this setting: my whimpers, his groans, our bodies shifting on the leather couch.
    A new voice did not fit.
    “Your mother is out of control, Brandon. I hope you’re satisfied.”
    Brandon’s body jerked hard. The back of the couch was facing the front door, so we were shielded from immediate view. His arms became thick bands crushing me to his chest and stilling my instinct to pop up to look. But maybe it was to keep me from moving and exposing our rapidly shrinking dicks. I couldn’t breathe, and even if I could, there were no words to adequately express my horror.
    Brandon had no such qualms. He snorted. “Not quite, but I was well on my way, Dad.”
    “Oh god. Whyyyyy?” I wheezed.
    I heard footsteps coming closer. “What are you… oh.”
    He can’t see me. He can’t see me.
    A throat cleared. “Well, this is a surprise. Who’s your friend?”
    He can totally see me. Oh God, shoot me now.
    “Can you give us a few minutes, Dad?”
    “Sure. I figure you have about thirty seconds until your mother walks through that door. I’ll try to buy you some time.”
    Oh hell da’fuq no! I rolled off Brandon, crashed to the floor, and hid my bits in a frantic scramble to save myself from further humiliation. My wild gaze shot around the space, seeking an alternate escape. I rolled to my knees, ready to launch myself in the direction of what I hoped was the kitchen, when a muscular arm wrapped around my