I watched, mesmerized as he wrapped his hand around my shaft and started stroking slowly. “You like the idea of me sitting in the corner, watching your dick sink deep into his ass?”
He twisted his hand over the head of my cock. I grunted my agreement. I wanted to beg him to keep going, to give me more. To fuck me the way he’d promised.
“When he’s begging you to speed up, to fuck him harder so he can come, you’re going to stop and look over at me,” he told me. His hand stopped at the base of my cock and he squeezed hard enough to pull me away from the edge of the orgasm that’d been building since Drew ground up against me in the kitchen earlier. “And when you do, you’re going to see my dick out. Hard and leaking because I want so badly to join you.”
“Then do it,” I implored. “I want you to fuck me while I’m fucking him again.”
“Mmmm, there will be time for that, but tonight, I want it to be the two of you,” he offered. He stopped talking long enough to bend down and lick his way from my taint all the way to the head of my aching cock. I reached out to hold his head between my legs, but he pulled back, reminding me we were doing this at his pace. “I want you to watch me jerk off while you’re fucking him, matching your thrusts to mine. And then you’re going to look at me and I’m going to see you’re hurting just as badly as he is. I’ll nod and you’ll take that as permission.”
Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the vivid picture Bryce painted for me. I gasped when I felt a wet finger press against my hole, never breaching my entrance, never quite giving me what I needed. If there’d been a time in my life when I’d been kept so close to the edge, I couldn’t remember it.
“You’ll reach down and start pumping his cock until all three of us are sweaty, sated heaps,” Bryce told me. God, that sounded like the perfect way to end the night. “You’ll collapse on top of him and hold out your hand, inviting me to join the two of you. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” I sighed. “But for now, can we get to the part where you fuck me?”
Bryce laughed as he stood. I propped myself on my elbows so I could watch the strip show taking place on the other side of the bed. His dark eyes smoldered as he watched me watching him, knowing how hard it was for me to give him this level of control.
He grabbed the bottle of lube again and I rolled to my stomach, sticking my ass high in the air like a greedy slut. Bryce was the only man who’d made me this needy to feel a cock stretching me. The bed dipped and I felt the heat of Bryce’s body over me. He kissed his way down my spine, licking the top of my crack as he spread my cheeks wide. His tongue worked lower as he pressed two fingers deep inside my body. The burn was enough to make me scream, and I knew that was nothing compared to what I’d feel when Bryce forced his way into my body.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Bryce asked when he pulled away. I grunted something I hoped he’d take as assent. “Get your head up by the pillows. I’m not going to go slow. It’s going to hurt. I want you to feel me every time you hammer into Drew’s body later tonight.”
Bryce was always vocal, but never to this extent. Something had shifted and I fucking loved it. While I moved higher on the bed, Bryce grabbed a condom. I felt the broad head of his cock at my entrance and fisted the sheets under the pillow as I readied myself to take him.
Knowing we were alone in the house, I let loose a string of loud expletives as he thrust into me with one steady motion. It fucking hurt, and yet I found myself begging for more. Needing everything. Bryce stilled, giving both of us time to get used to the sensation.
“Going to fuck you now,” he warned me. His fingers dug into my ass hard enough I knew I’d be walking around with bruises in the morning. I wanted that. Needed all of it.
True to his word, Bryce didn’t hold back anything as he pounded into my body. My balls tightened as he hammered against my prostate and I was unable to hold back any longer. “Need to come, Bryce!”
“Do it,” he urged me. “Come for me. Show me how good it feels, knowing you’re going to be feeling this for days.”
That was all it took. My body convulsed as I poured out every ounce of my orgasm. Bryce thrust into me a few more times before I felt his entire body tense over me. I’d seen him come enough times, I could picture his head thrown back in ecstasy as he spilled into the rubber.
Just like he told me I’d do to Drew later, Bryce collapsed on top of me. He ran his hand down my arm, intertwining our fingers as he shifted slightly to the left so I could breathe. I missed the weight and heat of his body immediately.
I closed my eyes as Bryce began tracing circles over my back. The tenderness was such a stark contrast to his forceful nature during sex that it was disconcerting. Still, I knew I’d take whatever Bryce wanted to give me for as long as it lasted. And after the day we’d had, I truly believed I didn’t need to worry about this ending any time soon.
“Were you serious earlier about me moving in?” Bryce asked just as I was almost lulled to sleep.
“Of course,” I responded. My words slurred slightly as I fought to stay awake. “I don’t think any of us sleep well when we’re not together, and it makes no sense for you to have an apartment you’re never at. If the center is struggling to make ends meet already, that’s more money they could be spending elsewhere.”
“Oh, so it’s a sensibility thing?” Bryce teased. He shifted closer to me and dropped kisses across the back of my shoulder.
“No, it’s completely selfish,” I admitted. “We only have about two months left before Drew has to go to spring training, and I don’t want to waste a single minute of the time we have.”
“You do know nothing’s set in stone for me, right?” I hated that Bryce had to dump a cold dose of reality on my fantasy. I’d been trying to remain positive that he’d get the transfer he’d requested and we wouldn’t have to think about what happened when he went back to Portland.
“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll manage to persuade the boss,” I told him. I refused to let myself believe anything else.
“I’m glad you have so much faith in my abilities.” Eric chuckled and then nestled in closer to my side. “Now, should we get up and go wrap those presents before the guys get back?”
“Fuck that,” I grumbled. “Can’t move. They’ll still be there in the morning.”
“I like the way you think.”
Basking in the afterglow was cut short by the shrill ring of Bryce’s cell phone. I’d learned this was the tone he’d connected to work related calls and groaned because I knew he was going to get up.
Bryce looked concerned when he looked at the display. As he answered the phone, he rummaged through my dresser for a pair of sweatpants. He motioned toward the door and the sense of dread grew. Bryce typically didn’t worry about needing privacy when he was on the phone, even when it was work related.
I grabbed the remote and tried to find something on the television that’d keep my mind off who he could be talking to. I pulled the sheet tight to my chest as I settled on Bon Vivant for an episode of A Cut Above. Jason and Cam were out of town this week, so we hadn’t gotten together as we did every other week to watch. My heart raced as I watched our friend present his dish to the judges. The arrogant ass Jason couldn’t stand picked at the food before finally taking a bite. I fist pumped as the man’s scowl turned into a wide grin.
“Now this is a dish any chef would be proud to have on the menu,” he praised Cam. “The plating could use a bit of imagination, but only because right now it’s lacking the appeal needed to hold up to what a diner will experience when they begin eating. Well done.”
That was the first time I’d heard the jerk congratulate Cam, and I wished I could reach over and pat him on the back. Cam had been vague whenever we’d asked him about how far he’d made it on the show, but as I watched the other judges agree with the first, I began to feel confident that he was holding back something huge.