Chapter 17 #3
I shrugged. “First one not just in my fuckin’ head. Go big or go home.”
Bryce gave me a wicked grin and moved down my body. Dragging his chin over the towel doing very little to hide my raging boner, he nuzzled his nose into my groin as his hands slipped under the cloth.
The air around us hung heavy with lust and potential.
Like we both knew what happened in the next few moments would change things, we stared at each other—taking in heaving chests, dilated pupils, and rapid pulses just under the surface of bare skin—letting the tension build and maybe offering each other the chance to back out.
But backing out, hiding, and ignoring was what I’d been doing my whole damn life.
Pretending, covering up, burying myself in all the shit.
The drama with Missy was real and intense, but it was also the perfect distraction.
Being there for my boys—yeah, I knew I hadn’t been the perfect dad, but my life truly did revolve around them—was a responsibility I never would have turned my back on, but it was another easy out that allowed me to push aside anything beyond surface-level survival.
I wallowed for years, numbing myself with alcohol, keeping people away, and creating a whole damn personality out of being a jilted single dad who lost his wife. Losing Billy was just one more reason to close myself off.
Being faced with my own mortality opened my eyes.
Removing the numbness brought on by the alcohol forced me to acknowledge some things I’d been hiding from most of my life.
Fuck. Who knows? Maybe I would have kept on hiding if Bryce hadn’t come to town. Maybe I would have gone to my grave with unanswered questions and secrets that used to scare the ever-loving shit out of me.
But Bryce did come to town.
And I didn’t want to hide anymore.
Didn’t want the easy way out.
I sure as shit wasn’t ready to make whatever this next big step was, but I couldn’t keep ignoring it.
Without taking my eyes from his, I nodded and spread my legs to loosen the towel.
Bryce licked his lips and lifted his hands from my thighs to push the material away.
I would forever crave that hungry fire in Bryce’s gaze.
I shifted, my cock bobbing against my stomach and dripping a bead of pre-cum onto the hair running from my navel to the base of my shaft.
Bryce leaned in and licked a hot, wet trail from my balls to the leaking tip of my cock, and I immediately knew two things.
One, this was going to be over a lot quicker than I wanted it to be.
Two, having a man’s mouth on my dick maybe wasn’t the answer to all my problems, but I damn sure was going to enjoy the fuck out of it.
He swirled his tongue around my cock head before sliding me deep to the back of his throat. Was this the best blow job of all time because it was a man or because it was Bryce?
Yes.
Fuckin’, yes.
“Spread your legs,” Bryce demanded, pushing my feet up a stair and shoving my knees farther apart.
He cupped my balls and ran a thumb between my ass cheeks before locking eyes with me and sinking his mouth down, down, down over my dick.
He bobbed up and down, swallowing around me, never breaking eye contact.
With one hand on each ass cheek, he exposed me just enough that each movement sent a cool woosh of air against my hole, and he massaged that sensitive area right under my balls with his thumbs the whole time he sucked me.
When he shifted and brought a thumb to my mouth, I sucked on it without thinking.
But then the fucker pressed his spit-slick thumb against my hole, and I bucked wildly.
The vibrations of Bryce’s chuckles sent wicked sensations through me.
Reaching out to grip his hair, I guided his head up and down as I pumped my hips, his mouth hot and wet around my cock.
My damn back was going to have a hell of a bruise, but at that point, I didn’t even care.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I bit out, thrusting too hard and only having a moment to think about how much I liked watching Bryce choke on my dick. “Holy fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Bryce moaned, his hazel eyes locked with mine as he feasted on my cock. His eyes begged for my load, pleading with me to come down his throat. I loved the wild, desperate longing painted over his face.
“You want that?” I asked. “Want my cum?” How I was able to string together a sentence, I had no clue, but the flame of desire in Bryce’s eyes when he nodded spurred me on.
“Gonna come so fuckin’ hard. Gonna take every last fuckin’ drop.
” My hands fisted harder in his hair, and Bryce gagged when I went too deep.
That sound and the press of his thumb into my hole sent me over the edge. With a low groan, I gave into the pleasure, pulsing my cum deep in the back of his throat. Bryce didn’t miss a drop, swallowing everything I gave him as he milked me dry.
Eventually, he let my spent cock slip from his lips, and he slotted himself between my legs, cuddling into my chest. “You good?” he asked.
The only thing I could do was grunt some sort of affirmative.
Bryce chuckled.
We sat wrapped in each other’s arms on the back stairs of our gym apartment for a moment that belonged only to us.
When my brain came back online, I sat there with only one thought on repeat and an overwhelming need to get Bryce off the same way he’d just drained my soul through my cock.
“I wanna do that,” I mumbled into his neck.
He huffed. “Don’t have to.” When he shifted, I felt the rock-hard press of his cock against my thigh. “That’s not why I—”
“Fuck off, I wanna suck you.” Fighting against the boneless pleasure that insisted I just sleep off my orgasm on the stairs, I pushed up to a standing position.
Grabbing Bryce’s upper arm, I hauled him up to his feet.
With me one stair higher, he was a full head shorter than me.
I tipped his chin and brought our mouths together.
Bryce groaned in surprise, opening his mouth to my seeking tongue.
Fuck.
I liked kissing him.
Fuckin’ really liked kissing him.
I’d decided earlier I’d never get tired of the taste of him on my tongue, but my release on his lips made for a unique flavor I wanted to feast on forever.
And I knew tasting his cock, savoring his load, and kissing him with his cum still coating my tongue was an experience I’d been waiting for my entire life.
Maybe I’d made it this far in life without sucking dick, but that sure as shit didn’t mean I had to live the rest of my years without it.
“Get upstairs.”