Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 18: When suppressed desires explode...insecurities!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: A disturbed Bradley

Video: Knock You Down by Keri Hilson ft. Kanye West & Ne-Yo

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Bradley stretched and yawned as he opened his eyes around ten in the morning. He enjoyed not only the crack and pop of his joints but also the delicious aches in all the places Jean had given special attention to. Speaking of Jean... Bradley turned to look beside him and found an empty space where Jean had been when they'd finally gone to sleep at dawn. A smile appeared on his face when his eyes landed on the note that was pinned to Jean's pillow. Bradley hastily unpinned the note and began to read it.

'Hey, I have to make a quick visit to the hospital this morning. Contemplating waking you up and going with you but I just don't have the heart to interrupt your sleep. Now, I can't bring myself to stop staring at you. That sweet, sexy mouth... I can't help picturing them around my cock. You make me want to be so fucking naughty it's not even funny. And that classic arse...that thing you do with your hips when you fuck back against me...the way you moan... Damn, it's unfair, how sexy you are. I want to kiss every single inch of your body, explore every nook and cranny, and penetrate every crevice right fucking now but...duty calls.

I gotta bounce. I'll arrange for room-service before I leave so just dial the front desk when you're ready to eat, okay? See you real soon.

Bradley reread the note about a dozen times. He couldn't wipe the silly, besotted smile off his face. He rolled over to Jean's side of the bed and took huge inhales from his pillow. He couldn't believe how much he was actually missing the guy. It was insane.

The night before, they had both been too hot for each other to leave the hotel. Jean had, therefore, booked them into the Executive Suite of the hotel. The sheer luxury of the suite had, however, been totally lost on its two horny occupants. When they'd finally found themselves alone, every other thing had ceased to exist. It had been rapturous, mind-blowing, intense and totally beautiful. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. The two men had gone at it until the wee hours of the morning when they just couldn't keep their eyes open. Completely satisfied and drained, they'd finally fallen asleep in each other's arms until Jean's pager had gone off around six, thirty a.m.

Bradley didn't think he'd ever been happier. He felt like a kid at Christmas. The mere thought of Jean brought a smile to his face. After breathing in Jean's scent for a while, Bradley took off his dog tags which Jean had insisted he kept on during their hot romp, and rolled out of bed to go and take a shower. A groan tore out of his mouth when he took the first step away from the bed.

"Fuck." Bradley's hand went to his butt. Jean had clearly not held back at all.

After urging on the sexy doctor with his moans, screams, and shamelessly suggestive gyrations, Bradley was suffering the aftereffects. He was definitely not looking forward to the debriefing scheduled for that afternoon. Imagine trying to look serious whilst feeling a delicious ache in such an intimate area. Damn! Bradley let out an amused chuckle as he made his way to the bathroom in all his naked glory. Before taking a shower, he decided to soak in the hot tub for a while, to soothe his ravaged chute. The mind-blowing pleasure he received from Jean was definitely worth all the ache in the world, Bradley thought. Jean was in his blood. It was almost like an addiction. He knew that he'd completely lost his sanity where Jean was concerned.