*Lock & Key: Part Nine - B.B

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (FEM RECIEVING), P IN V SEX, PRAISE, CHOKING, LOTTA NICKNAMES, AFTERCARE.

Rooster had thrown you over his shoulder as he walked you to his house that was just up the road from the beach. You laughed at him as he held the back of your thighs with one hand and the other covering your ass.

You kept attempting to hold yourself up by pressing your palms to his lower back, but you were laughing so much you ended up giving in.

"Rooster! I'm getting light-headed, put me down!" You squealed, flicking your bare feet in the air.

"You'll disturb the neighbours, y/n." He smirked.

His hand swiftly slapped your ass over your jeans, making you flinch and gasp, gripping onto the back of his belt.

"Rooster-"

You didn't even register the sound of chatter and music until the chatter stopped and all that was left in the air was an awkward silence. You froze but Rooster kept walking. You couldn't even see who it was or what had even happened until Rooster climbed the stairs of his front porch and you could finally crane your neck to the left to see his neighbours – and probably a few guests – staring with their mouths hanging open, un-played cards in their hands.

You gasped, flipping your hair over to the other side so that they could see you were a living, breathing, conscious, woman.

"Evening, Mr and Mrs Barr," Rooster spoke, removing a hand from your ass to fetch his keys from his pocket.

You cringed at the silence, a laugh threatening to escape your lips.

"Lovely night we're having."

You heard the door unlock and you burst into laughter before you even got in the door, waving a small goodbye to the family before the door shut behind you.

"Oh my god, Roos-"

Another – and harder – slap came to your ass again and you let out a moan, gripping onto his shirt. The surprise of it confusing you and turning you on. He continued to walk through his house, and he kicked open a door. You now realised you were in Bradley Bradshaw's adult bedroom. That was a new experience.

He dipped his head and let you down on the ground, your feet touching the wooden floors of his bedroom.

"What was that for?" You laughed, looking up at him.

His face didn't read like he was in the mood for joking around. He walked closer to you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit his door. His hands came to the side of your head, pushing the door closed.

"Bradley," You breathed out, the closeness of your bodies working you up.

He brought a hand to your face and gently swept your hair behind your shoulders. You kept your eyes on his, watching as they dilated more and more.

"What did I tell you about calling me Rooster?" He whispered; his tone low.

You bit your lip gently, "Sorry."

He swiped his forefinger over your lip, taking it from your teeth. The silence in the room was intimidating but almost comforting. All you could hear was the thump of your heart and the shaky breaths you dared to let out. He stared at your lips as if they were the most beautiful thing he had seen in his life.

"Can I kiss you again?"

You almost moaned when he asked you. This man could have you in any way he wanted and he's asking for a kiss?

"You don't even need to ask, Bradshaw." You smiled innocently at him, wrapping your hands around his neck.

He chuckled against your lips, "You're just calling me anything other than my name, aren't you?"

His voice was gravelly, like he was speaking in his lowest tone.

You looked up at him and he caught your eyes, "I'll call you whatever you want me to call you." You whispered, your voice sultry and smooth.

His hand softly came to brush your cheek, fingers tickling over your skin to tilt your face up to him. His lips encased your bottom lip so lightly you could have missed it. He pulled his lips away slowly and you were about to open your eyes to him until you felt his tongue brush against your upper lip.

Your breath became shaky, your hands slid down his neck to his chest and held onto his shirt again. He kissed your upper lip this time but pulled away just as gently as before. His fingers held the underside of your jaw, his thumb resting below your lips on your chin, angling you upwards to him. He opened his eyes, looking down at your glowing face. Your eyes were closed but your mouth lay open slightly, awaiting the next kiss. You looked so angelic to him, he had a moment of wanting to grab you and take you right there but something in him needed to be slow, and sensitive, and show you what you deserved.

His tongue swiped over your top lip, and he had to hold back a smirk when your breath audibly hitched in your throat. He pulled back and then licked your bottom lip from one side to the other, outlining it with his tongue. You let out a small sound that indicated you needed more, your hands still gripping onto Rooster's shirt.

He opened his eyes again to look at your blissed-out face. Your knuckles were nearing white with how tightly you were holding onto him, and he didn't fail to notice the way your hips moved, desperate for some friction.

He licked into your mouth, kissing your plump and wet lips. You let out a sound of relief and relaxed into him, stroking your tongue languidly against his. His thigh slotted between your legs, pushing up against your core, the seam of your jeans assisting in the pressure to your clit. Your gasp was muffled but Rooster still heard it.

One of his hands moved from your face, trailing down your body until it found your hip. He squeezed at it and then slid two fingers into your belt loop on the side of your jeans. He prompted your hips forward, his tongue still lapping over yours.

You moaned as your core brushed forwards and back on his thick thigh, his hand guiding your hips. His opposite hand brushed your hair back messily from your face, then stroking down to cup your cheek. You hummed contentedly against his tongue, moving your hands up his strong chest to the nape of his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.

He softly groaned, gripping your hip harder with every grind. His other hand began to slide down to your jaw, then your neck, his thumb and middle finger pressing your pulse points. You gasped, tilting your head back and away from his lips for a moment.

"That's a new one," Rooster commented in your ear.

His voice brushed harshly against the shell of your ear, before soothing it with a lick. Your whole body shuddered with the low growl of his voice.

"What's new?" You asked in a low tone.

Rooster tried not to let the feeling of your voice vibrating through his fingers get to him but God he could literally feel your voice and it made him feral for you.

"You're into choking now?" He chuckled, sucking your earlobe into his mouth for a second that felt like a lifetime.

It felt like your body glitched for a moment, as he licked up your ear and sucked the top of it, licking it over.

"Y-yeah. Funnily enough, I've gained more kinks since the first time I ever had sex, Bradley."

His teeth nipped your earlobe playfully in response to your cheeky answer. You giggled slightly and he came to face you, both of his hands coming to cup your cheeks. You looked into his big, brown, blown-out eyes that could pass for black. You bit your moist lip and his fingernails dug ever so slightly into your skin.

His hand moved to your shoulder, his eyes following. You kept staring at him, not daring to look anywhere else. His fingers brushed down your arm, sending goosebumps over your skin as he went. Then his other hand followed, his eyes looking at what he was doing as he let his hands rest over your waist. He slid his fingers under your top, and his eyes shifted to yours, almost like a question. You nodded, your lip between your teeth and he slowly slid your top up and over your head.

Once it was off, you shook your hair out and watched as he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor. You had no time to take the rogue strand of hair that had stuck to your lip as he lowered himself to be at eye-level with your tits. He looked from your bra-covered chest up to your eyes and the man looked like he was starved.

"They're so pretty, baby." He murmured, before dipping his head in the valley of your breasts.

Your hands went to his shoulders as he licked along your skin, his hands coming up to your tits. You hummed a moan as he groped them in his hands, bringing them closer to his mouth. You leaned your head back against the door and held his biceps as he licked and squeezed and sucked over the skin on your breasts.

He slowly started to kiss his way down your stomach until he found himself on his knees in front of you, and his lips halting as they reached the button of your jeans.

He pressed a kiss over your jeans on your lower stomach. His eyes looked up to you in the sexiest way a man has ever looked at you. His hands rubbed up your sides and to your boobs, groping them and then sliding back down to rest on your hips.

"Tell me what you like." He commanded lowly.

Your breath was stolen from you, and you nearly let out a moan at his voice. His eyes were still burning into you, the darkness, and the sultriness of them making you feel physically hot, like you were burning up. You swear you could feel your skin going a shade of red.

"Brad, I-"

He slowly unbuttoned your jeans, maintaining a stupendous amount of eye contact you weren't sure you could handle.

"Tell me. What. You. Like." He accented every word with an action.

Your button slid out of its holding, and he slid the zipper down, pushing your jeans open to reveal your black panties underneath.

You felt embarrassed. Not because your kinks were all that embarrassing but because it was Rooster. Bradley. And as much as you two knew each other, you hadn't had sex with him since you were 18 and a lot had changed since then. You hardly knew your body at that age, and now the same man you first had sex with has transformed into a sex god and wants to know what you like.

You felt exposed.

Your thoughts came out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"I'm nervous to say."

He paused, a slight smile turning up on his face. His hands slid to your thighs, and he rubbed his thumb back and forth soothingly.

"Baby, I'm on my knees for you. You can tell me anything."

He pressed a kiss over your jeans on one thigh, "I want to know what you like."

And he kissed the other, "I want to make you feel good."

You nearly drew blood you were biting your lip so hard.

"Tell me what you like, honey." He repeated softly, hooking his fingers into your jeans.

"I uh...Jesus Christ, Brad-"

"I won't do anything until you say something."

You sighed, leaning your head against the door, and taking a deep breath, collecting your thoughts before speaking again. The burn of his hands on your thighs made you want to scream.

"I like it when you're rough with me." You finally spoke.

He shuffled your jeans down to your knees, "Good girl."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the task at hand and not what he was doing.

"I like it when you give me pet names."

Rooster began untying your boot laces and you could feel him staring up at you while he did it.

"Keep going."

You huffed out a breath, "I like when you touch my hair."

He slid one shoe off and moved to the other, bringing your foot to rest on his thigh as he undid the laces and took the opposite shoe off. He slid your socks off and held onto your jeans, waiting for you to speak again.

"I like it when you tease me."

You could feel yourself getting more and more into it as you spoke. Your confidence rose and you were getting turned on by the whole situation. He slid your jeans down to your feet and you stepped out of them.

He wrapped his hands around your calves, slowly tickling your skin with his fingertips.

"I love it when you say things to me when we're..."

Your cheeks flushed red, and a heat swarmed your face. He lifted your foot again, resting it on his thigh. He pressed a kiss to your calf, and you could feel the smirk on his lips.

"You're doing so well, baby."

"I love when you moan. I want to hear how good you feel."

He started open mouth kissing on your leg, slowly making his way to your knee.

"I never want your hands off me."

His kisses rose above your knee, and he hooked your leg over his shoulder, his hand curled around your thigh. Your hand went to his, needing something to hold onto. You were getting worked up as he went higher and higher. Your skin felt like it was burning, his mouth leaving a trail of fire behind it.

"I just want you to hold me, and fuck me, and protect me,"

He couldn't take any more. His cock was straining against his jeans, and he was so close to your core he could fucking smell you. He wanted to tease you, but he didn't think about the fact that he would be teasing himself. He needed to taste you.

His head dipped between your thighs finally and his mouth kissed over your lace-covered clit. You let out a shocked moan, your hand moving to his hair, your eyes opening.

"Brad,"

"Keep talking, honey, please." He whimpered, looking up at you.

Your mouth hung open, watching as he kissed over your clothed cunt.

"Fuck, I love how strong you are and how you could fucking ruin me."

He groaned into your skin, the vibrations of his low voice hitting your clit and he kissed over it. You moaned, pushing his hair back and admiring how gorgeous he looked. His mouth was wet and warm over your core, his nose pushed up against your lower stomach, relishing in your taste and scent.

"Brad, please," You whined, your body and your mind yearning for more.

More touch, more friction, more him.

"You're so good, baby." He uttered.

He pulled your panties to the side and looked up at you as he licked a strip up your clit. You gasped, threading your fingers into his hair. His mouth latched onto your clit, his hands groping at your thighs.

Rooster's eyes closed in absolute bliss. He had waited his whole life to taste you and now that he finally was, he wasn't going to stop any time soon. You tasted intoxicating and sweet, and he wanted more of it. More of you.

"Holy shit, baby, that feels so good." You moaned, gripping his hair, and letting your head fall back.

He slid two fingers into you, his lips forming around your clit and sucking at the bundle of nerves. You groaned at the pull of his fingers against your growing g-spot. You scratched his scalp, tugging gently at his sandy hair.

"Bradley, yes," You moaned.

His fingers dragged against your spot while his mouth pulled back from your core, his eyes looking up at you. He leaned his head against your thigh that was slung across his shoulder, looking up at you with wonder and arousal. His mouth was watering. He kissed the smooth skin on your thigh, his teeth nibbling the flesh ever so slightly.

"You look so fucking sexy."

Your eyes opened to look down at him and the sight alone could have made you cum. His angelic face looked up at you, his scarred cheek pressed against the skin of your thigh and his finger still working in you. He looked so beautiful.

You brought your hand down from his hair, brushing down his face and lifting his head from your thigh, brushing your fingers over his scars and then to his lips.

"You look so good like that."

He smirked, biting his lip. You brushed your finger over the taught lip and pulled it from his teeth.

"I think you just like me on my knees, honey." He commented, jokingly taking your finger between his teeth.

You giggled, pulling your finger back and cupping his cheek.

"I think I do."

He readjusted your thigh on his shoulder and pulled you closer by your hips. You gasped, his fingers jolting inside of you. He licked a warm strip up your thigh until he got to your clit. You groaned, pushing your hips forward, already needing more. His mouth engulfed your sensitive bundle of nerves and his fingers quickened.

Your fingers gripped onto his hair, your other hand reaching for the doorknob – just for something to grip onto. You writhed for him, your body reacting viscerally to his mouth and touch.

"I'm so close, Brad." You announced, a whine following.

"Good girl - cum for me, honey." He mumbled against you.

You groaned, pushing his head closer to you, and grinding your hips up to him, gaining the much-needed friction. He moaned and his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of your thigh. It turned you on that he was finding this hot. And that's what sent you over the edge. His fingers fucked into you hard, curling at the right spot he was now very acquainted with. You whined and writhed under his mouth until he pulled away, giving you some space after your intense high.

Your chest rose and fell fast as you leaned against the door, attempting to catch your breath. Your brain felt fuzzy, and your ears took a second to reconnect to your environment. When you finally came to, you felt a hand curl around your back – all the way round to your waist.

You looked up at Bradley and he looked down at you, a grin adorning his face. You blushed and leaned your head onto his shoulder. He chuckled at your bashfulness.

"Bed?" He suggested.

You nodded against his shirt.

He directed you towards your bed and sat you down on it. You hummed, moving up the bed and lying on your back. You watched as he slowly undid the laces of his shoes, taking them off and beginning to undress.

You bit your lip, your body patiently waiting for him.

He smirked, watching as your toes curled against the white bedsheets. You needed him. He took his time undressing in front of you. He rid his Hawaiian shirt, casting it to the floor beside him. And you watched with a salivating mouth as he slowly unbuckled his belt and the button of his jeans. He pulled his belt off, giving you the most fuckable look on his face you had ever seen.

"Bradley, please." You whined, arching your back and gripping the sheets with your fists.

He stood smugly, with just a wife beater and his jeans undone. He looked so painfully hot; you didn't know what to do with your body.

"In a minute, honey. Be patient."

You groaned and rolled your eyes. He was teasing you too much.

You watched intently as he pushed his jeans down, his white boxers giving you a show you weren't expecting.

Not only had Bradley muscled up, but he also clearly grew up in a lot of ways. Your mouth hung open at the sight of the unmissable shape in his boxers. You looked back up to his face after a good few moments of staring. His eyebrows had lifted, his smirk was cocky and his whole demeaner was just smug. That fucker.

"You okay, princess?" He cocked his head.

You nearly came at the nickname. You almost hated him right now.

You brought your hand to your tits, groping them over your bra, pushing them together and making a show of them. His eyes flittered south to where the action was happening, his jaw slackening ever so slightly, and his eyes going hazy. He might have had you there, but now you had him.

Your hands moved down. Down your stomach, down your sides and your hips, accentuating your figure until you reached your panty line. You teased the edge of the lace with your thumbs, hooking them beneath the fabric.

Bradley was so hard that this was literal torture. Watching you tease him. He didn't think it was fair. His hand directed itself without thought to his straining cock. His hand gripping over it and rubbing it over the material of his underwear as he watched you.

You focused on his face, trying to ignore the fact he was touching himself in front of you. You continued moving down, until you moved your panty's aside, letting your fingers dip into your wet folds. His breath hitched and you arched your back, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

You teased yourself in front of him, and he watched with huge, dilated, dark eyes. He looked almost hypnotized, unsure on what to do. He was enjoying the show too much to interrupt you.

"I want you, Brad. Now. I don't want to wait anymore." You shook your head slowly, your chest feeling heavy.

He hardly wasted any time getting to you, pulling his wife-beater off and pouncing onto you. He held himself above you and crashing his lips to yours. You gasped against his lips as he pushed your legs open and grinded his boxer-covered cock against your core, his dog tags hitting your chest. You wrapped your hands around his neck, your finger pushing into the nape of his neck, silently begging him to do more; to get closer. The bristle of his coarse moustache tickled your upper lip as he hummed against your tongue.

He slowly pulled back, your lips lingering on his for as long as he'd let it. You felt flushed and warm as you looked up at him, resting back on your forearms. He sat back on his calves between your legs, his eyes scanning and admiring your body. His hands lightly touched your ankles, his slightly rough fingertips trailing up your legs, leaving goosebumps behind. You groaned softly as he got to your thighs, his whole hands palming at the flesh. You slid onto your back again and lifted your hips instinctively, waiting for him to touch you.

"Want these off, honey?" He questioned in his sickly-sweet voice.

You nodded, your throat vibrating as you hummed lowly at his tone. His hands rode up to your hips and hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them down.

You remember the night in his car and how awkwardly he attempted to take them off in his backseat. Tonight was nothing like that. He clearly had had some practise over the years which you didn't really want to think about, but you silently thanked all the girls he had been with.

You lifted your feet from the bed and closed your knees together for easy removal. He slid the black lace from your legs and dropped them on the floor ceremoniously.

You both looked at each other. He paused, and so did you. He looked like he was preparing himself to open your legs again. As if once he did, he would never be able to turn back.

You sat up again, and hooked an arm behind you, grasping at the clasp between your shoulder blades. He watched with a slack jaw as you clipped it off, your bra folding in on itself and dropping from your shoulders. He gulped, his eyes shifting to your bare tits. Your heart skipped a beat watching his Adams apple bob up and down once you had fully removed your garment.

"Holy shit, baby, they really did grow in." He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, pressing your foot to his chest and shoving him slightly.

"Don't say shit like that right now, Bradley." You joked, lying back down.

He crawled over you, your legs parting to accommodate his body. His eyes stayed on yours as he dipped his head down to your tits. His tongue licked at your left boob, his hand groping your right. You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, a low hum vibrating against your skin. You gasped and ran a hand into his hair, relishing in the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking on your sensitive nipple.

Your hips ground up against his boxers, your body needing more friction than what he was giving you. He was worshipping your breasts, moving between them both equally. He groaned when he felt your bare cunt ripple against his hard cock in his underwear.

You tugged on his hair and directed him up to your neck where he continued kissing and sucking on your skin. You moaned against his ear.

"Bradley Bradshaw, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll never forgive you." You whispered to him, your free hand scratching down his back to prove your point.

His breath faltered against your neck before he nipped up your jaw to kiss your lips.

"Yes, ma'am." He smirked.

You watched as he stood up from the bed and pulled down his boxers. You were glad he didn't look at you for a moment as he was taking them off because your mouth fully dropped open and you definitely let out a small whine.

When he stood tall again, you attempted to change the shocked expression on your face but clearly hadn't done a good job. He licked his lips and stood closer to the bed. Your automatic instinct was to sit up and move closer to him.

You felt like a puppy, crawling submissively to Bradley as if he'd offered you the greatest thing in the world – which wasn't far form the truth.

"You've seen it before, honey." He chuckled.

He brushed a hand over your hair, cupping the back of your head as he looked down on you.

You bit your lip and looked up at him. He saw how dilated your eyes were that he nearly laughed at how cock drunk you already were. You pressed your hands to his thighs and licked your lips.

"Last time I saw it, it didn't look like this." You said.

You weren't lying. Whatever it was – either the 10 years difference or what felt like a forever of teasing – it had made a difference to how you remember him last. Maybe it was confidence or just the fact he had grown up in every sense imaginable. You were now in front of the prettiest dick you have ever seen in your life. And it's Bradley fucking Bradshaw's.

"Honey, I'd let you suck me off, but I've been waiting 10 years to be inside you and I don't think you want to wait either." He said, brushing his thumb over your lips.

You gulped and eventually nodded, deciding that you didn't want to wait any longer and you could give him a blowjob anytime.

You lay back and Rooster towered over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He pumped his agonisingly hard cock in his palm before lining himself up at your entrance. You groaned against his lips, digging your fingernails into the nape of his neck. You had never wanted a man to fuck you this much before.

He swiped his tip up to your clit and back down to your entrance, collecting your wetness for himself.

"You're so wet, baby, did seeing my cock rile you up that much? Huh?" He taunted, his cocky attitude turning you on even more.

"Brad, please." You whined, not sure how long you'd be able to take any more teasing.

"Come on, be a good girl and tell me how bad you want it."

You groaned, not wanting to comply to his order. You just wanted him to fuck you already. You were writhing with need beneath him.

His hand quickly grabbed your chin, making you look straight into his big brown eyes.

"Don't be a brat. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give you what you need, princess."

The contrast of the nicknames fucked your head and made you forget how to even speak. Your mouth dropped open and you stared up into the best pair of eyes you've ever seen.

"I wa- I want you, Bradley, please. I've waited so long, I just need it," You bucked your hips up and you felt the tip of him right by your entrance.

"Please." You whispered.

He scanned your face, a small smile adorning his lips before he dipped his hips down and you suddenly felt him push slowly into you. You both gasped as he filled you, his hips stilling for a moment to see how you were doing. You urged him closer, wrapping your legs around his hips. He groaned, pushing into you all the way. His cool dog tags brushed up and down the valley of your breasts, making you shiver slightly under him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, honey." He uttered breathlessly.

You hummed in response, letting the feeling of him sink in. You both relaxed into each other and he started moving. He was slow and deep, hitting every spot within you and filling you to the brim. He filled you so well. Definitely better than last time.

"You're so goddamn tight, y/n." He cursed, sitting back on his knees.

Really, he had just grown about 2 inches - at least - so that wasn't your fault. He fucked you so carefully. His hands palmed your thighs, groping and squeezing them while he gently and deeply stroked into you. You whimpered under him, bucking your hips up for more friction.

You watched his gorgeous, flushed, face as he fucked you; his eyes fluttering, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. His torso looked insane. His abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat and the defining v-line that led between your legs.

"Brad," You whined, reaching a hand out to him, needing more of his touch.

He leaned his face closer to your hand, allowing you to cup his cheek. He moved a hand to your waist, his thrusts suddenly becoming deeper than before. You moaned, letting your fingers dance along his chin and up to his lips where you let them rest. He smirked, opening his mouth, and letting your fingers slide in. Your jaw slackened as you felt his lips close around your fingers. He sucked on them while expertly rolling his hips into yours.

You pulled your fingers from his mouth and clasped his chin, pulling him down to kiss you. He hummed in surprise as his lips crashed against yours, your tongue licking into his mouth before he could do anything about it.

"I'm not made of glass, Bradley." You whispered against his lips between sloppy kisses.

He pulled back and looked down at you. He paused his thrusts and brushed a piece of hair from your face delicately.

"Sweetheart, if you want me to fuck you like a whore, all you have to do is ask."

Your jaw dropped.

The mouth on this man.

You gulped, clenching around him and clearly desperate. Your body rushed a shade of red. You weren't sure if it was embarrassment or pure arousal. You felt so hot all of a sudden.

"I-I want you to fuck me like a whore, Bradley." You pleaded pathetically, your voice cracking while you spoke.

He smirked, "Good girl."

His hands gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, his legs clasped yours between them, forcing you down. You moaned, flipping your hair to look behind you but before you could catch a glimpse of him, his hand grabbed at your hair and pulled tightly.

You let out a cry, attempting to hold yourself up by your palms. He leaned over your back, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You felt the cool tickle of his dog tags brush up and down your spine. It made you shiver.

"Gotta be good for me, okay, honey?" He spoke lowly, the gravel in his voice making your hips stir.

You nodded and he let you go, pushing your head back down to the mattress. He pushed into you without any warning, and you groaned into the bedsheets. His hand threaded into your hair and pulled it at the roots, pushing your head down into the mattress.

He quickly found a rhythm and fucked you hard and deep, his cock filling every inch of you. You were groaning and babbling in pleasure, trying to reach a hand behind you to hold onto something. His free hand grasped yours and held it behind your back – soon joined by your other hand.

You cried out in pleasure, the burn in your arms and back just adding to the tension that you could feel bubbling in your stomach. You were going to feel so sore in the morning, you already knew it.

"Doing so well for me, baby. You're so fucking good." He praised, slowing his thrusts down ever so slightly.

You gasped for air, tilting your head to the side, and letting out huffs of air. He petted over your messy hair gently, letting you relax for a while.

"You've definitely learned a few moves from over the years," You commented, panting.

You could see about half of him and his stupidly amazing body. He chuckled, gathering your hair and laying it on the opposite side of your face. The gesture was so gentle that you didn't know how to react. He'd just fucked the life out of you and he was petting you like you had done all the work.

He slowly leaned over you, letting your hands go and placing his own by your head. You felt the heat radiating off of him, contrasting with the freezing steel of his dog tags and they brushed up and down the dip in your back. He finally pressed his chest to your – slightly sweaty – back. You didn't feel crushed by him or claustrophobic. He felt amazing pressed against you like that, and he pushed deeper inside of you as he moved. You let out a half-breath-half-moan and he lowered his head down to your ear, pressing kisses against it.

He slowly started pulling back and pushing into you again, and the familiar feeling in your stomach started to grow once more.

"Bradley," You whispered desperately.

"What is it, honey? What do you want?" He spoke softly against your ear, accompanying his words with kisses on your ear.

You couldn't even answer, your body and brain refusing to talk in case the growing feeling in your core was going to fall away from you. He licked from your earlobe to the top, sucking and then pressing a kiss through your hair just above your ear.

You moaned, bringing your hands to your side to grasp the bedsheets. He groaned at the realisation. You were close.

"Fuck, you're too cock drunk to tell me you're about to cum? Huh?"

You wriggled and writhed beneath him, nodding pathetically, and pushing your hips up to meet his slow thrusts. He started to feel you clench around him and something snapped in him.

"Faster?" He asked, praying to God you'd say yes because this pace was torture now he knew how close you were.

You nodded; your eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"Tell me how you want it, baby, and I'll give you it. Wanna make you cum."

You groaned, "Need it faster, Brad, please."

He picked up the pace ever so slightly, but it still wasn't enough. You moaned in frustration, attempting to spur him on even more.

"Keep telling me, honey." He teased.

"Faster."

He thrusted into you faster and faster, but it wasn't quite there yet.

"Faster, please." You choked out under him.

"You're such a good girl for me, y/n. So good."

He finally started rutting into you how you needed, and you cried out. You were already so close, and you knew this was about to send you over the edge. You tucked your head back into the bedsheets, freely letting your obscenely loud moans muffle into the material. He thrusted right against your most sensitive spot over and over again.

"There we go, come on. Cum for me, princess."

You were gripping his sheets so tightly they had come loose from where they had been tucked in. You felt your stomach and your core tightening as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace you didn't even know possible.

His hand came to your jaw, lifting your head up from the bed. He gradually slipped two fingers into your drooling mouth, and you happily lapped and sucked at them. His other hand magically wandered down underneath you to your clit, pressing against it and rubbing it.

"There's a good girl, taking my cock so fucking well."

You moaned against his fingers, and he kept his pace.

"Cum on my cock, baby. You can do it. Cum on my cock." He groaned in your ear.

You whined at his words and finally fell off the edge, your whole body coming to a still and your mouth hanging open with Bradley's fingers still against your tongue.

"Oh my fucking god-"

He moaned as he pushed into you one last time, coming quickly after you. He jolted against you, relishing in the feeling of you pulsing and clenching around him as he filled you.

You had gone limp once your seemingly never-ending orgasm had wavered off. It took you a moment to finally come-to. And when you did, Bradley had suddenly left. You groaned, wiping your eyes, and turning over onto your back.

You heard some rummaging from the room next to you and eventually he came back in the door with a towel in hand and a glass of water. You smiled fondly as he walked in, his flushed grin making you swoon. You leaned on your forearms as he walked over to you, handing you the glass of water.

"Thank you."

You suddenly felt embarrassed. You were very aware of how naked you both were. An odd silence filled the air.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting on the bed and rubbing over your shin soothingly.

You hummed and nodded yes.

He shuffled on the bed so he was between your legs. You watched him as he lay down and pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh. You shivered at his touch, your whole body feeling sensitive. He brushed the towel over your thighs, cleaning you up.

He paused when he got close to your core.

"Holy shit, Mitchell, are you trying to kill me?"

He whined as he saw his cum dripping from your entrance. He stared at it and then groaned, putting his head down and burying it in the sheets. You laughed and ruffled his sandy hair.

"Brad, come on." You chuckled, lifting his head up.

He looked at you with the signature Bradley puppy dog eyes. Those big brown babies may be your only weakness.

"I'm going to take this matter into my own hands and go for a shower instead." You said, sitting up.

He backed off and lay on his side, watching as you stood up on weak legs from the bed. You opened the door and was halfway out of the bedroom before you realised you have absolutely no clue where the bathroom is. You paused and turned, an already smirking Bradley staring back at you. He looked like a Greek God lying like that. His hand supporting his head and his other messing with his hair.

"Would you like to show me where the bathroom is?" You asked, a blush on your cheeks.

He got up and walked towards you, "I'd be honoured to."

You nodded. He approached you and just as you were about to continue walking, he grabbed your bare waist and pushed you slowly up against the open door. You held onto his shoulders and stared up at his dilated eyes. Your stomach fluttered.

"If I show you where the bathroom is, could I join you in the shower?" He asked softly, his eyes flittering from your eyes to your lips.

You hummed, taking a hand to his face and smoothing over his moustache. Your fingers moved to his lips and delicately traced along the outside of them.

"I think we could make that happen, Lieutenant." You smirked.

He grinned and pressed his lips to yours, both of you forgetting about the worries that will come in the day ahead.