Chapter 4
Bryce
Holden had long and talented fingers, but his mouth was the problem. For someone who hardly said five words in the course of normal conversation, he seemed to have much more to say when his dick was hard. Bryce, on the other hand, with three fingers up his ass, was admittedly at a loss.
Bryce rode Holden’s hand, but the angle was wrong and the stretch was nowhere near enough. He wanted more. He wanted Holden’s cock.
“I need more,” Bryce managed to admit.
“Another finger?”
Bryce laughed, but it was weak. “I want your cock.”
“Where?” Holden asked, but even as the word left his mouth, he eased his hand out of Bryce’s body and made a loose grip around his shaft.
“I’ll ride it.” Bryce shifted his weight until the latex-covered tip of Holden’s cock was pressed against his still gaping hole. He should have waited for Holden to lift up, to thrust into him, something…but he was greedy and impatient and he was so fucking horny.
He sank down and took the whole thick length of Holden’s cock in one go. It might have been ambitious. His head fell back and a tremor tore through his entire body. Holden shivered and settled his hand around Bryce’s hips, steadying him on his lap.
“Wait,” Holden rasped. “Wait.”
“You’re so fucking thick.”
Holden huffed out a breath.
“You’re so hard, fuck.” Bryce’s head fell forward, forehead pressing against Holden’s while both men took the time they needed to collect themselves before getting going.
“Jesus, you’re tight. You’re strangling my dick.”
“I want you to come,” Bryce said, and it was the truth.
He wanted Holden to fuck him for the whole night, but he was equally desperate for Holden to come inside of him. To know what it felt like when Holden’s cock thickened and swelled before bursting.
“If you want it,” Holden gritted out, “take it.”
Bryce fought through another full-body shudder and then he started to move.
Slow at first, because his brain was misfiring, his limbs quaking.
When Holden reached down and began to stroke Bryce’s cock, it didn’t make things better or easier.
Bryce angled himself backward with one hand braced against Holden’s slender thigh, the other curled around Holden’s quickly jerking wrist. He balanced himself as much as he could manage considering he was certain they’d transported to an entirely different plane of existence, then he really got going.
If there was one thing Bryce knew, it was how to fuck.
Fucking had gotten him in plenty of trouble back home, and it was one of the main reasons Merrick had been so eager to get him to Los Angeles.
Bryce had a taste for danger, for the forbidden.
It was how he’d ended up with a busted nose in high school (from blowing the captain of the varsity football team—after he asked for it) and also how he’d gotten thrown out of his favorite bar for jerking off the manager after hours—at the manager’s request. He would try almost anything twice, and fucking his brother’s co-worker felt tame in comparison to some of the things he’d tried in the past.
That wasn’t why he found himself naked and sweating on Holden’s lap, though.
He sincerely found the other man attractive, especially now.
With his bleached hair falling into his eyes and his mouth hanging open while Bryce rode him like a bull, Holden was even prettier during sex than he was sitting at a picnic table in the afternoon sun.
That was most likely going to be a problem for Bryce, but he would deal with it later.
He’d been honest with Merrick about going out to get laid, but he didn’t want to be gone too long.
He didn’t want to go back to his brother’s house and have to answer questions about where exactly he’d been, or worse… with whom.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Holden murmured, skating his hands up Bryce’s ribs and yanking his mind right back into the present moment. Pleasure slammed into him full speed and Bryce shuddered, forehead falling against Holden’s.
“Do I look good?” he managed to ask with a weak laugh. “I feel like I’m going to come so hard I’ll never be able to do it again.”
That was the truth, not an exaggeration. Holden’s hands were good for more than tattooing, and they played Bryce’s body like a fucking fiddle.
“That would be a waste.”
It was getting hard for him to keep a steady pace, and he was about to ask Holden to take over when the other man caught on.
“Hold on,” he said, wrapping one arm around Bryce’s back and pressing the other into the couch cushion.
Bryce looped his arms around Holden’s neck, and when Holden stood, he hooked his legs around the other man’s waist. Holden was slender, but stronger than he looked. He picked Bryce up with ease, even if it meant Bryce sank down and took another inch of Holden’s cock up his ass.
Holden carried him around an accordion room divider and threw him down onto a soft and unmade bed.
There were pillows everywhere, a mess of blankets, but if Holden cared about order, he didn’t show it.
Bryce’s back hit the sheets and Holden folded him in half, slamming the full length of his cock into Bryce with one quick thrust.
Bryce’s eyes rolled back and he fisted the sheets, spreading himself open for Holden to make a meal of.
Holden fucked him hard and fast, his face buried in the crook of Bryce’s neck the whole time.
Bryce grabbed Holden’s hair and whimpered, his cock smashed between their stomachs as Holden’s pace quickly turned frantic.
“Come inside of me,” Bryce whispered, hating there was a condom between them but appreciating the necessity of it for their first time.
“You want that?” Holden nipped at his earlobe.
“Next time,” he managed to rasp. “Pretend.”
Holden hummed his understanding and flattened his hand against the top of Bryce’s head, using it as leverage to thrust harder and deeper into his body.
“I’m going to come so deep inside of you that you’ll feel me for a week. My cum is going to be so far up in your asshole it will take days to come out.”
Bryce trembled, eyes rolling back.
Fuck, he wanted that.
He really wanted that.
Shoving his hand between their bodies, he took his own dick into his hand and started to stroke, but Holden smacked his arm out of the way, pinned his wrist to the bed.
“No,” he said simply.
Bryce made an embarrassing sound, but he wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or embarrassment. He was so horny for this man. Once would certainly not be enough, but turning his brother’s co-worker into a secret fuck buddy was going to be a logistical ni—
His brain powered down mid-thought when Holden’s mouth touched his.
It was barely a kiss. A dusting of lips, at most.
A question that Bryce answered with parted lips and a searching tongue.
As soon as Holden closed that space and slanted their mouths together, it was over for them both.
Holden’s pace stuttered and his fingers dug hard into Bryce’s hair.
His hips slammed into Bryce with more force and intent, and with one violent quake, his entire body went still.
“Oh, fuck,” Holden whispered. He dropped his head onto the sheets, breath ghosting hot and fast against Bryce’s ear.
“Holden.”
“So deep. I’m so…” The words died off, but they weren’t necessary to begin with.
His cock thickened and pulsed, shooting what Bryce imagined to be an endless stream of cum into his asshole…into the condom.
What a waste.
What a fucking…
Holden pulled out, and Bryce arched off the bed, angry at the loss. He screwed his eyes shut and imagined Holden’s cum inside of him, deep and permeating. God, he wanted that. He’d get tested, he’d stop fucking other people, he’d do whatever it took to get Holden raw inside of him.
But, again, Holden shut his brain up entirely.
He moved quickly down Bryce’s body, took Bryce’s hard cock into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it.
Bryce fisted his hair and flew off the bed, fucking his hips against Holden’s mouth for less than ten seconds before his orgasm slammed into him.
“Coming,” was the only warning he could manage.
He expected Holden to pull off him, to switch to his hand, but he didn’t.
He sucked and sucked and Bryce shot his load onto Holden’s tongue until the pleasure was too much.
Holden moved again, this time lower. He sealed his mouth around Bryce’s still tender asshole and kissed him there.
He speared his tongue into Bryce’s hole, and Bryce went limp on the bed.
He let go of Holden’s hair, let go of his sheets.
Every bone left his body as Holden spit and kissed Bryce’s own cum into his asshole.
Holden crawled back up his body, the drag of his clothes against Bryce’s skin an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
Bryce still couldn’t open his eyes, and he didn’t dare.
Especially not when Holden reached down and touched his fingertips against Bryce’s hole and smeared his cum around like it was lube.
The two of them stayed like that, panting and sweaty, tangled together until Bryce found the strength to open his eyes, to unclench his jaw.
“Just so you know,” Holden whispered into his ear, lifting his hand to show Bryce the sticky white mess on his fingertips. “And not that I mind, but a breeding kink isn’t a normal part of sucking and fucking.”
He managed a laugh that sounded a lot more like a breathy exhale than anything else. “It was just talk, but…”
“Don’t try to explain away the things you like.” Holden returned his hand to between Bryce’s ass cheeks and eased one finger into him. It was nothing compared to the three from earlier, from the punishing stretch of Holden’s erect cock. “Am I right, though? Is that what it is?”
“Not in a I want you to get me pregnant kind of way,” he admitted out loud for what might have been the first time ever. “Just in a…I don’t know.”
“Use your words.”
“Oh.” Bryce turned his face to the side, shoved some of Holden’s hair off his forehead. “Now you want me to talk?”
Holden grinned and kissed Bryce’s chin.
“I just like the idea of being filled with cum,” he finally said. “I don’t know if there’s a name for it.”
“Doesn’t matter if there is.” Holden rolled onto his back and unrolled the condom off his cock. He tied it off and dropped it onto the floor. “You can like what you like without needing to put a name to it.”
“And what do you like?”
Holden answered that with a thoughtful noise, batting Bryce’s leg up so his hole was more exposed. “I think I definitely enjoy seeing you with cum leaking out of your asshole.”
Bryce dropped his leg.
“And I also like when you shut up.”
“I like when you talk,” Bryce said back quietly.
Holden licked his lower lip, light blue eyes searching Bryce’s face for…something. He couldn’t be sure, but Bryce imagined it was something like honesty. Before Holden could say anything else, Bryce sat upright, ignoring the head rush.
“I should go,” he said.
“Yeah,” Holden agreed. “Probably.”
Together they climbed out of Holden’s bed and shuffled back into the living room. Bryce got dressed, pausing after putting his underwear back on. His own cum was smeared around his asshole and it was hot, but nowhere near enough.
“Can we do this again?” he asked, feeling bold, feeling hopeful.
“I think that’s a bad idea,” Holden answered. “So, probably yes.”