Chapter 97: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Taking charge!

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"If I don't pull out I'm going to fuck you again." Jean moaned as he felt himself growing harder. "Oh fuck..." He began to thrust slowly. "You're so fucking sweet I can't get enough."

Bradley chuckled, feeling Jean swelling and stretching him. "Well, I did come twice. So I owe you one." He murmured.

"If that's how you're looking at it, then you owe me a whole lot more." Jean laughed breathlessly. He always made sure he gave Bradley more orgasms because he loved seeing the guy lose it.

"Well, one debt at a time." Bradley rolled them so that he was on top. "Shift with me." He instructed as he shifted them so that their heads and feet were no longer pointing at the headboard and foot of the bed as they'd been before.

"What are you doing?" Jean asked when Bradley sat up straight, rotated on his cock to face the headboard, and then reached out to grip the headboard.

"Watch," Bradley muttered as he spread his legs in opposite directions so that one stretched out to lie on Jean's shoulder and the other pointed straight down alongside Jean's legs. Bradley had done a perfect split. "Brace yourself." The warning dropped from his lips just as he started riding Jean like a bucking bronco.

"Oh shit, Brad..." Jean gasped as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Fuck!" He didn't even have the strength to fuck up into Bradley.

Jean's hands gripped the sheets tightly as he watched Bradley ride the hell out of him. He simply gave himself up to the salacious sensations as his entire being went up in blissful flames. But when Bradley began to roll his hips with sexy expertise, Jean drooled like a toddler. It was so good he began to babble unintelligibly.

"I can't get what you're saying." Bradley grinned naughtily as he squeezed Jean with his arse muscles and gyrated even harder.

"Oh my fucking god, I'm coming..." Jean roared as he began throbbed inside Bradley, shooting for ages. "Holy hell..." He gasped, trying to bring his racing heart under control.

"What the fuck was that?" Jean looked stunned as he tried to focus on Bradley who was shifting back to his original position.

"That was me clearing one of my debts." Bradley chuckled as he leaned down to capture Jean's lips in a fierce kiss.

"Now, that's how you ride a fucking dick." Jean breathed, making Bradley laugh. "That was lit!"

"Are you okay?" Bradley looked as smug as fuck. It felt so good to see Jean looking so totally out of it.

"How the fuck do you expect me to be okay after that?" Jean moaned. "I can't catch my breath for fuck's sake. You're enjoying this aren't you?" He shot Bradley a nasty look.

"You have no idea." Bradley laughed as he stood up slowly, dislodging Jean's spent cock. "Come on, let's go washdown. Wipes cannot handle this mess."

"No...I don't think my legs will work right now." Jean groaned.

"Want me to carry you?" Bradley laughed as he pulled Jean off the bed and hugged him. "Fuck, I'm hungry." He rasped, making Jean burst into laughter. "How about we go down to the restaurant to eat after we wash down?"

"Why don't we order room service and eat in bed instead?" Jean dropped kisses at the corners of Bradley's mouth.

"Because I want to have a serious talk with my sexy boyfriend," Bradley responded, pulling Jean with him towards the bathroom. "And that can never happen if we stay in that bed." He muttered, pointing at his own hard, proudly bobbing cock.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jean sighed.

"Everything," Bradley said simply as they stepped under the warm spray.

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"What's up with her?" Bradley muttered when they drove up to the front of his childhood home the next morning.

Yolanda Jackson was almost frantically pacing on the porch. She did look fabulous in a beautiful, long, body-hugging, lemon green top on black slacks. Bradley couldn't help his smile despite himself. His mother was damn beautiful. As soon as Jean parked in the driveway, Bradley jumped out of the car and ran to Yolanda who had her hands covering her mouth as if she couldn't believe he was there.

"Ma, are you okay?" Bradley grabbed her shoulders.

"Oh my god, I thought it was all a dream." She whispered shakily.

"As in my return?" Bradley drew her into his arms. "I'm here all right."

"It dawned on me as I prepared breakfast that I must have dreamt it all." Yolanda looked up at her son when she stepped back from his embrace. "You didn't give me any number to reach you on. I called Saul to ask whether he'd heard from you and..."

"When he said he hadn't, you assumed it had all been a dream." Bradley finished, turning his head to roll his eyes at Jean.

"Hello, Ma'am." Jean grinned as he stepped forward and hugged Yolanda.

"Hi, handsome." Yolanda laughed delightedly as she hugged Jean back. "And the name's Yolanda, hon. Come on in boys. Breakfast is almost ready."

The three finally sat down to a scrumptious breakfast, during which they had a long chat about what to do. Yolanda disclosed that packing was going to take a longer time than she'd thought the day before. Bradley and Jean agreed that she needed more time to sort out what to give away and what to keep. They also agreed that it would be better to go scouting for a new place and possibly, get it ready to enable Yolanda move her stuff directly into it.

"I want us to get a live-in housekeeper, Ma," Bradley said. "I'm not comfortable with you being on your own."

"I've been on my own for years, son. I'll be fine." Yolanda chuckled.

"I need someone to take care of the housework, Ma. I'm not going to compromise on that so don't even bother talking me out of it." Bradley said firmly. "The earlier we can get a reliable person, the better because she can help with the packing and unpacking when you go to the new house."

Yolanda nodded. "Thank you." She said quietly.

"I don't want to rush you, Ma," Bradley said. "Take the rest of this week to finish packing and the whole of next week to unpack and settle down in the new house. In the meantime, Jean and I will head back tomorrow and come back in two weeks to pick you up."

"Then you're all mine." Jean chipped in. "After your check-up, you can relax for a while before you head back. How about that?"

"That would be perfect." Yolanda looked relieved. "But I'm going to miss you." She said pitifully.

"We will speak every day," Bradley said.

"That's still not like seeing you." She said, blinking back tears.

"Do you own a laptop, Yolanda?" Jean asked.

"No." She shook her head.

"So I will get you one," Jean said. "You can skype with Bradley every day."

"That will be better, I guess." She gave a shaky laugh. "Thank you. And you don't have to come and get me in two weeks. I will come myself. I've missed all the excitement that comes with traveling. It will be nice to get back into the flow. Saul will see to the necessary arrangements. " She beamed.

"Alright then." Bradley patted the back of her hand.

"In fact, we need to call Saul," Yolanda announced. "He will take care of everything."

Yolanda called Saul Miller, who quickly got things in motion. He promised to get them one of the top real estate agents to help them get a place within the shortest possible time.

"Can you pass by the office before two p.m. to go over some documentation, Jeffery?" Saul asked over the phone.

"Of course."

"Good. You can meet Elizabeth afterward, to look at some houses. She's the best." Saul said.

"That will be great," Bradley responded. "See you soon." He hung up and looked at his mother with a raised brow. "He sounds like a nice guy. Helpful."

"Money talks, baby." Yolanda shrugged. "With the kind of money you're paying him, he needs to drop everything and see to your needs."

"I'm paying him?" Bradley drawled.

"Yes. I told you everything is in your name. And he's your lawyer." Yolanda yawned. "You can decide to get another lawyer if you wish." She shrugged. "But he's a good man. Very honest and helpful. Your dad wouldn't have kept him on retainer all these years otherwise."

"Well, you had better get going, Brad," Jean said as he stood up and began to clear the table. "The earlier you finish whatever documentation there is to complete, the earlier you can go house hunting with Yola..."

"No, no, no...you're not getting out of this, young man." Yolanda shook a finger at Jean. "You're going with Jeffery to see Saul. And the two of you are going on that house hunt afterward. I have packing to do." She stood up and began to clear the table too.

Bradley grinned as he turned amused eyes on a surprised Jean. "You heard my mama, baby. We're going to see Saul together, then go house hunting, after." His eyes shone with naughty amusement. He laughed when Jean groaned and turned towards the kitchen with their plates. "We're in this together, remember?" Bradley called after his boyfriend, to his mother's amusement. "But Ma, shouldn't you be part of the house hunting?" He asked with a frown.

"Oh no. It's your house, darling. I'll love whatever you pick." She started for the kitchen. "You have Jean to help you decide. Just make sure you don't pick a bachelor pad." She added making both Bradley and Jean who was coming back to the dining area, burst into laughter.