*i found this on tumblr*
“My god, Y/N,” Brad hisses, looking at your soaking wet skin. “You’re fucking hot as hell.”
You grin to him and step back until your legs hit the bed. “I am a bit warm,” you admit with a cool smile. “That bath water was hot, and what we did … certainly warmed me up as well.”
Brad’s eyes scan your body, and he licks his lips. Even though he’s seen you naked plenty of times before, he always is in awe when he sees your exposed skin. He bites down on his lower lip and steps closer to you. “You’re so hot.”
“You’re not too bad, either,” you murmur, reaching out to touch your fingertips to his hip. His skin is warm and wet to the touch. His towel is nowhere to be seen, and you assume he just barely dried himself off before joining you in the bedroom. You smile and sit down on the bed, your legs half open. “Is your breath caught yet? Or do I have to wait some more?”
He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your lips briefly. “I’m ready. But are you?”
You giggle and move back so you’re leaning against the headboard. “I was born ready.”
Brad bursts out laughing and shakes his head as he crawls onto the bed. “You were born ready to fuck me? Ready to be fucked so hard you’ll be screaming my name? Ready for me to drive my-”
You cut him off by putting your lips on his. He deepens the kiss instantly, grabbing your face to pull you closer. You can feel his cock against your thigh and a shudder runs down your spine. You shove your tongue in his mouth, moving your hand to his hip. He moves his mouth and tongue against your own, kissing you hard. Your hand slowly moves down his hip and towards his member. You feel his whole body stiffen and he pulls away, looking at you with dark eyes.
You give him an innocent smile, your fingernail grazing the base of his cock. “What’s the matter, Bradley? You look troubled.”
He grunts softly when you say his full name. For some odd reason, it’s always been a turn on for Brad when you say his full first name. You don’t complain, nor do you hold back on using it. You like the way it rolls off of your tongue when you say it in a seductive tone.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” he growls to you.
“Why not?” Your nail moves along his shaft and you feel it twitch. “I love teasing you.”
“Because,” he whispers, quickly putting his hand between your legs. “I’ll tease you right back.”
You raise your eyebrows and smile, as if challenging him. “I bet you I can make you cum first.”
Brad narrows his eyes, putting the pad of his pointer-finger against your clit. “Unlikely.”
You give him a small shrug and wrap your fingers around the middle of his cock with grace. Your thumb hooks around and you give it a gentle squeeze. Brad groans and pushing you down against the mattress with his free hand. His other begins to work its magic at your core. His long fingers begin to rub themselves over your wet entrance.
“F-fuck,” you hiss, pumping him with a rhythmic motion. Not too slow; not too fast. It’s hardened completely in your hand – as stiff as a board. You smile softly to yourself and quicken your hand motion. Brad moans loudly and retorts by slamming two fingers into you. You gasp, arching your back up off the bed.
“Still think you can hold out longer?” Brad asks, his voice raspy.
You nod and grip his shaft a bit tighter. “I think my hand is a better pleaser than yours is.”
“Cocky, are we?” He grins, sliding his fingers in and out of you.
You whimper and twist your hand around him as you move it up and down. “No, I’m just … very confident.” You bite your lip and resist the urge to moan loudly.
Brad’s thumb rubs circles against your lower lips while his fingers make their way in and out, creating a sloshy sound. You groan deep in your throat, feeling your muscles tightening. “Brad …”
“Mm?” he hums softly. “What’s that? Getting close?”
“N-no,” you reply, moving your hand faster and harder. “Just not sure if you’re going to be able to hold out much longer or not.”
He swallows back a groan and says, “I’ll be able to.”
You moan suddenly when Brad’s fingers hit your g-spot. He grins, mumbles, “Bingo,” and moves his fingers against that spot repeatedly. You moan his name and clench your eyes shut. You feel your grip on his cock tighten from a reflex of yours; you would always grip onto the sheets or his arms when fucking. Brad’s moan comes out as more of a scream. He throws his head back and clenches his jaw.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Oh god, Y/N.”
You feel your orgasm taking over your body and you gasp out a moan. “O-oh …” Your back arches as your body fills with the feeling of release. You feel Brad’s load squirt out onto the bed and next to your thigh. Some of it hits the side of your leg.
“Oh fuck,” Brad groans as you slowly move your hand up and down his cock to ride out his high. He does the same with his fingers inside of you, and moments later, the two of you are panting side by side.
“I won,” you hear him murmur to you.
You shoot him a glare, taking in a deep breath. “Nuh uh! It was a tie.”
Brad grins and shakes his head. “No way. You came before me. That means I win.”
With a roll of your eyes, you sit up. “We better clean this up.”
“Unless you’d like to have a third round.” Brad wiggles his eyebrows and you shove his shoulder.
“As if either of us could,” you say with a laugh.
Brad smirks and nods slowly. “You’re probably right. Maybe later.”
