Chapter 19 #2
I lowered myself to my elbows, bringing my chest to his, and feathered my lips over the corner of his mouth. “Not like I’m plannin’ on downloadin’ ClickC*ck and hookin’ up with other guys. If I’m fuckin’ you, you’re the only one until we decide we’re through.”
Bryce tangled his legs with mine. “And what if we never decide we’re through?” he asked, his words heavy with emotion.
“Fuckin’ fine by me,” I answered truthfully. “Lookin’ for someone to spend what’s left of my life with sounds pretty damn stupid when I already found the only fuckin’ person who can put up with my shit in a thousand-mile radius.”
Bryce chuckled. “Such a sweet talker.”
He wasn’t laughing when I flipped him to his stomach and lowered myself between his legs.
Burying my face in a sexy ass wasn’t anything new to me.
Having that ass attached to someone with a dick who happened to be a person I could easily see spending the rest of my life with was the part I was unaccustomed to.
But the noises Bryce made as I swiped my tongue over his hole assured me it was something I’d have no problem getting used to.
And definitely no problem loving.
None at all.
“Oh, shit, Case,” Bryce whimpered into the mattress when I flattened my tongue and pressed it over the sensitive flesh. “I’m ready. Seriously,” he panted, thrusting his hips, “I’m good. Fuck, so good.”
I chuckled, purposely directing a puff of air over Bryce’s entrance. “So greedy. Why ain’t I surprised you’re impatient as hell?” I swirled my tongue around his hole before pressing a kiss to one cheek then the other. “Not yet.”
Bryce whined. “Fucking hell.” He squirmed under my feasting mouth. “Please, Case,” he begged.
Ignoring his pleading, I coated my finger with spit and pressed it to his hole. “This okay?” I didn’t move until Bryce answered.
“Oh god, fuck, yeah it’s good. Fuck, Case,” Bryce rambled.
When my finger breached him, Bryce hissed, and I paused. “You good?”
He took a deep breath and rocked his hips. “Yeah.” A deep groan. “Give me more.”
With more spit and more tongue, I slicked the way for a second finger and wondered if it would be possible to make a mix tape of Bryce’s bedroom sounds to listen to as I fell asleep at night.
Or you could just fuck him and listen to his sweet noises every night, dumbass.
Yeah. That sounded like the best fuckin’ plan ever.
“Please, Casey.” Bryce’s desperate words, muffled by the mattress, spurred me one.
“You wanna get off like this? Come with my fingers and tongue?” I asked, knowing I’d gladly get him off just like this even if my own dick was screaming to be inside him.
“Yes,” Bryce moaned. “But not tonight. Fucking hell, CJ.”
I froze. I’d never heard that name on his lips.
I liked it.
“What do you want?”
“Inside me. Fuck me. Make me come.” Bryce lifted himself to his hands and knees, but I slapped his ass.
“Get on your back. I wanna see your face when you take my cock.” Pumping lube into my palm, I slicked myself and worked the rest into Bryce. “Fuckin’ hell, look at you.”
Bryce lay before me, his legs spread just for me. His hard dick bobbing against his stomach just for me. His eyes full of heat and desire.
Just for me.
I moved closer and lifted his legs over my thighs. With the slick head of my dick pressed to his hole, I inched in slowly, my eyes never leaving his.
Watching for hesitation.
Discomfort.
Regret.
But all I saw was longing.
Passion.
Pleasure.
Moving my gaze to where his body opened for me, my breath hitched. “Fuck, Bryce, look how good you look on me. That hole openin’ for me.” I shifted forward, my hands connecting with the mattress above Bryce’s shoulders, my cock sliding the rest of the way into him until my balls met his ass.
Looking between us, I had to stop and get myself under control. His ass was hot and tight, but it was more than that. This was Bryce. A man, yes, but my person. The missing piece of my heart. More than anything, that was what took my breath away.
“You okay?” Bryce croaked out.
With hot tears stinging my eyes, I nodded as I slowly pulled out of his tight body. When Bryce whimpered, I caught his fiery gaze and thrust back in, making him cry out.
Dropping to my elbows, I anchored my arms under his shoulders. What I’d planned to be a hard and fast fuck morphed into something slow, sensual, and completely unexpected. But as we moved together in an unhurried, gentle rhythm, I couldn’t help but think about his earlier words.
All the time in the world.
We didn’t have that.
Deep down, we both knew our time together wasn’t guaranteed.
But whatever time we did have was perfect.
And beautiful.
And ours.
Bryce wrapped his legs around me, and his arms snaked around my neck as he pulled me into a kiss. Our tongues thrust together in the same deep, slow rhythm of my cock in and out of his ass.
“Case,” he whimpered. “So close.”
“Come for me,” I whispered at his ear. “Let me feel that pretty ass around my cock.” Three more thrusts and Bryce threw his head back with a cry of ecstasy.
I lifted up to watch his orgasm splash across his belly. The tight ring of muscle clenching rhythmically around my cock and Bryce whispering, “CJ, CJ, CJ,” with each glide of my dick into his spasming body was enough to send me over the edge.
Gripping his hips, I held him tightly and buried myself balls deep inside him as the first pulses of my release shot from my cock.
Needing to be closer to him, wanting to meld every inch of our bodies together, I returned to my elbows and wrapped him tightly against me as I emptied my load into him.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bryce. Fuck.” Something like a sob escaped me.
“Bryce,” I whispered like a god damn prayer.
“Fuck.” The word escaped me on a ragged breath, partly from the exertion, but mainly from emotion clogging every cell of my being.
I collapsed on top of him, certain I’d never be able to move again. The boys or Lance would eventually come looking, and they’d just find me there, covered in cum, overdosed on the best sex of my life.
When my brain waves finally booted back up, I shifted just enough to slip from his ass and curl onto my side with Bryce cuddled against me.
“That was…” he started, looking up at me. “It was good, right?”
I hated that he looked worried. Kissing him, I sealed everything amazing from the day with my lips. “Best ever.”
“Would it ruin things if I told you I love you?” Bryce asked. “If it’s too—”
I shut him up with a kiss. “Say it for real.”
Bryce chuckled. “What?”
“You didn’t say it for real. You asked if it would ruin things if you said it.” I nuzzled my nose against his. “I wanna hear it for real.”
He kissed me. “I love you.”
Gathering him close, I pressed a kiss to his temple. “Fuckin’ hell,” I tried to say without my words catching. “I love you too.”
Three orgasms had wiped us out, and the thought of trying for a fourth was enticing but not realistic. We eventually dragged ourselves out of bed, showered, downed two water bottles each, and climbed back into bed after putting new sheets on.
“We could just use my bed,” Bryce said.
I grunted and hauled him close. “I like having you in my bed.”
It was ridiculous, and probably very caveman-ish of me, but fuck it.
After several quiet moments, Bryce traced a finger over my lips. “You’re okay? Not regretting anything or freaking out?”
I gave his question consideration. “I have a lot of regrets, but never about anything involving you and me—unless we decide to never do this again.” Kissing the corner of his smile, I went on. “We should probably sleep.”
Sleeping with Bryce in my arms was the most satisfying and deep rest I’d gotten in decades. Who knew all I needed was a queer relationship to make it happen?
Of course, the me of several years ago wasn’t anywhere close to being ready for something real with anyone, queer or straight.
And as much as my heart wished we could have avoided all the pain, I would never change the timeline if it meant losing the chance to have my boys. I’d go through Missy leaving, Billy dying, and three more heart attacks to keep my boys in my life.
The last thing that danced through my mind as I drifted off to sleep was what would a future with Bryce look like and a deep, nagging fear.
Several hours later, I woke with a start just as the sun was blinking itself awake on the horizon.
Stark reality glared brightly in my mind.
Not a dream, but crystal-clear clarity like I’d never known before.
My stomach plummeted as complete recognition cascaded over me.
I slipped out of bed and left Bryce sound asleep, and hoped it wasn’t the last time.