Chapter 8
Bryce
Bryce was very close to coming on the spot and untouched.
Between the wet underwear stretching his jaw open and the cum streaking down his tongue into the back of his throat, he didn’t think he’d ever been happier.
That was, at least, until Holden hauled him onto the bed, put him on all fours, and then shoved that thick cock right up his ass.
Bryce tried to cry out, but the sound of it was muffled by the makeshift gag.
He tried to suck in a breath, but inhaling forced cum too far into his throat.
He couldn’t taste it. He wanted to taste it.
“Stop rushing,” Holden coaxed, pressing the heel of his palm between Bryce’s shoulder blades until he arched his back and rested his chest against the mattress.
Bryce tried to take the very sexy advice to heart.
His lashes fluttered closed and he focused on breathing through his nose.
He didn’t have to do anything there. There was nothing to say.
The sound of Holden’s skin slapping against his was almost enough to lull him into a meditative state, and he probably would have, were it not for the persistent drag of Holden’s cock against his prostate… and deeper.
He had no idea how Holden was still going, but he certainly wasn’t interested in arguing about it.
Instead, Bryce let the pleasure in his body become the only thing that mattered, the rough press of Holden’s fingers against his skin.
Time passed, or maybe it stopped, Bryce wasn’t sure.
He didn’t notice anything at all until a sharp wave of arousal crashed against him with enough force to shove him over the edge and headfirst into an orgasm that had him seeing stars.
There was no stopping the noise then, the frantic crying and gagging and choking. He scrabbled against the sheets for purchase, and all the while Holden slammed into him from behind. Relentless.
“I’m so close,” Holden murmured, his fingers certainly digging bruises into Bryce’s hips. “Want to see your face when I pump you full of cum.”
And then Bryce was on his back, one leg in the air, his calf propped on Holden’s shoulder as Holden thrust into him again.
Holden was a mess, sweaty and flushed, the muscles on his stomach and chest rippling with every move.
Holden pushed some more of his underwear into Bryce’s mouth, sealing his lips around the corners to make sure no spit—or sound—came out.
“Yeah,” Holden said, eyes searching Bryce’s face. “I know.”
Bryce wasn’t sure what Holden meant, but he had ideas.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard inside of you,” Holden promised. “So much cum it’s going to spill out of you because your body can’t hold it all.”
Bryce’s eyes rolled back, and he nodded eagerly.
“You have to help, though,” Holden went on, dirty talk spilling out of him like the faucet he wanted to turn Bryce into.
“You have to milk it out of me, yeah? Make sure you take every drop I’ve made for you.
Every drop of cum in my balls needs to be in your fucking guts before we’re done here. Right?”
Bryce’s cock pulsed.
“That’s what you want, and that’s what I’m going to give you.” Holden’s pace faltered. He was close. “You don’t even have to ask for it. I know what you want, right? I know what you need.”
If Bryce hadn’t just finished, that would have been the line that did it for him.
He hooked his hand around the back of Holden’s neck and pulled their faces together until they were forehead to forehead.
He wanted to kiss Holden, he was desperate for it, but Holden’s underwear was still in his mouth, Holden’s cum in his throat.
“Here it comes,” Holden whispered against Bryce’s stretched and trembling upper lip. Another violent slam of Holden's hips and then both of them were still.
Bryce could feel it. The hot, pulsing stretch as Holden came inside of him.
It was perfect, better than he had imagined it to be.
Holden came and came and came, and Bryce imagined it as he’d said.
Body so full of cum that it would spill out of him, leak all over his thighs and the bed.
There was so much cum, Bryce wouldn’t be able to keep all of it inside of him.
Fuck, Bryce wanted more of it.
A weak drop of pleasure pooled in the slit of his own dick, either leftover or new, he didn’t know. Holden reached between their bodies and eased himself out an inch, groaning.
“I’m still coming. Oh, fuck.”
Holden withdrew from his body inch by inch, milking himself into Bryce’s hole as he went. When the tip of Holden’s cock finally popped free, Bryce’s body clenched and gaped, chasing after him.
“Settle down,” Holden murmured, pressing three fingers against Bryce’s hole until the muscles relaxed.
Above him, Holden’s chest heaved with every breath.
Bryce didn’t think he’d taken a full breath since Holden shoved his cock into Bryce’s mouth, but he didn’t mind.
He was in heaven there, on his back with Holden above him, Holden’s cum inside of him.
A meteor could have crashed into the apartment and incinerated them both, and Bryce would have been happy for it.
He flexed his fingers against the back of Holden’s neck, the two of them still frozen in an extremely vulnerable and intimate pose, and then he waited for the shoe to drop. Waited for Holden to climb off of him, waited for the awkward goodbye that was certain to follow what they’d just done.
What he got instead was a flash of Holden’s white smile, a slow pull on the gag in his mouth as Holden used his teeth to extract the gag from Bryce’s throat.
Holden flung his head to the side and spit the underwear on the ground, rubbing his thumb across Bryce’s chin while he worked his jaw closed and tried to ease some of the ache that came with being held open for so long.
And then a kiss.
The softest brush of Holden’s lips across his, and then he eased Bryce’s leg down, worked his fingers into the tense muscle at Bryce’s hip.
Holden rolled onto his side, but instead of rolling away, he took Bryce with him so they were both face to face in the bed.
He opened his mouth to say thank you, but Holden shook his head, pressed those cum and lube-slick fingers against Bryce’s mouth.
“Don’t,” he said simply. “I know.”
Bryce nipped at Holden’s fingers, eyes rolling back when he obliged and eased them into Bryce’s mouth.
There was no force behind it, nothing more than him honoring Bryce’s request to taste and suck and bite.
It was almost casual, and Bryce grabbed Holden’s wrist so he didn’t take his hand back.
Bryce eased Holden’s fingers out as he wanted, swirling his tongue around the nail beds and the knuckles, holding Holden’s stare the entire time.
Finally, he ended his assault with a kiss, leaving Holden’s fingers against the outside of his lips.
He let his hand fall away, and Holden didn’t move.
Maybe being told to be quiet wasn’t always enough.
As much as he wanted the silence, he obviously didn’t know how to sit with himself for long enough to enjoy it. He needed Holden’s cock in his mouth or a gag or Holden’s fingers. Maybe need was too strong of a word, but he very much wanted it.
He enjoyed it.
He craved it.
Holden didn’t seem to mind. He kept his hand where Bryce left it, brushing a kiss against his forehead before settling his head onto the pillow. And they stayed like that for so long Bryce lost track of the time, but his eyelids grew heavy and it was hard to keep them open.
“Do you want to stay the night?” Holden asked, voice cracking as he shattered the silence.
Bryce didn’t open his eyes, but he managed to nod.
“Do you want me to clean you up?”
He shook his head.
“Do you want some more?” he whispered.
Bryce’s heart could have exploded.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Holden tapped his hip. “Roll over, other side.”
Bryce groaned, but made the flip onto his other side so his back was to Holden’s chest. Holden was gentle with him, lifting Bryce’s leg to make room, rubbing his half-hard cock against Bryce’s soiled asshole until he was all the way hard again.
Holden’s cock felt swollen and thick as he entered Bryce for the second time, or third depending on how he counted the night.
And while the intent of the act was the same as before, the action of it was far from it.
Holden moved inside of him with long, languid thrusts.
His sweaty fingers grabbed at Bryce’s skin, like he was trying to stop from losing himself which was hilarious because Bryce was already gone.
There was no rush in it, no anticipation.
This was a different sort of sex entirely, almost tender enough to rock Bryce into a much-needed sleep.
“Do you want to come?” Holden asked softly, teeth cool against Bryce’s ear.
He thought about it, because why wouldn’t he want to come? But then he decided there was…more to be had here than just chasing after an ending.
“No,” he admitted.
Holden growled in his ear and thrust twice more before shuddering and going still.
His cock pulsed and spilled into Bryce’s body, and Bryce knew there was probably enough cum inside of him now that it would actually overflow and leak out, all over his balls and the base of Holden’s still throbbing shaft.
The pleasure of it must have taken Holden too, because he reached around and petted his hand down Bryce’s chest before his tattooed fingers splayed upward toward Bryce’s throat. Holden pulled their bodies closer, keeping his dick lodged firmly inside of Bryce’s hole.
“Rest,” Holden told him, and Bryce didn’t need to be told twice.
He closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep.
Bryce dreamed of indecent things, things that only happened in books he’d read and porn he’d seen on the internet. He woke up later in the night, hard and leaking, Holden’s cock barely still inside of him. He moved his arm back, grasping Holden’s hip before falling back into dreams.
He woke again later to moonlight streaming through the window and an ache in his shoulder from holding Holden’s thigh for what had to have been hours.
Holden’s face was still buried against the back of his neck, Holden’s cock hard and wet against his asshole.
He didn’t mean to wake Holden, but his hips pushed back against the erection his body so urgently wanted.
“Again?” Holden rasped, the sheets rustling as he moved.
“Please.”
Holden made an affirmative sound and rolled Bryce onto his stomach. The lube opened, some of it spilling down Bryce’s crack, and then the familiar sound of wet skin against wet skin as Holden slicked his cock.
“You’re a leaking mess,” Holden told him, lining the head of his dick up with Bryce’s still tender hole. “I don’t even know if there’s room for me in here.”
Bryce’s entire body shivered, and he bit the pillow to stop himself from saying anything back.
Holden thrust into him, the wet squelch of his entry enough to wake Bryce’s dick up along with the rest of him.
Holden fucked him steady and hard, the bed creaking beneath them with every slam of Holden’s hips.
Holden fucked him for a good five minutes before coming, another hot rush of cum into the deepest parts of him that had Bryce writhing against the sheets.
He arched his back, grabbed Holden’s hip, and kept the other man deep inside of him. Holden came hard with a low and rumbling growl that caused gooseflesh to prick up along the back of Bryce’s neck.
“I could stay like this for days,” Holden said quietly, dusting a kiss against Bryce’s warm skin. “Just fucking you and filling you and falling asleep then waking up and doing it all over again.”
“Tease,” he murmured.
Holden didn’t stay inside of him for long after the last orgasm, and Bryce winced at the emptiness. He rolled onto his side to face Holden, whose expression was as unreadable as it had been the day before when they’d met for the first time.
“I’m serious,” he said, and Bryce swallowed hard, stunned into silence.