Chapter 25 #2
I flipped the switch on the wall and tossed my phone on the bedside table. “Start the shower. Gonna grab my bag from outside. Then we’re spendin’ the next forty-eight hours in bed.”
Something crossed Bryce’s face, but he covered it quickly.
“What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Go get your bag.”
I narrowed my eyes again. “The house is the only surprise, right?”
Bryce wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me until I didn’t care one fuckin’ bit about the answer to that question.
An hour later, after blow jobs in the shower to take the edge off, we tumbled to the mattress in a tangle of damp limbs, exploring hands, and slow, wet kisses.
My brain comprehended there was no hurry. Intellectually, I knew we were together and had as many years as fate saw fit to give us.
But the horny fucker living in my dick pounded his fists on the table chanting, “Now, now, now!”
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurted.
Bryce froze. “What?”
“I want to bottom. Been thinking about it for weeks. Went through my fair share of Vaseline at the retreat. Porn makes you think fingering yourself is a lot easier than it really is.”
Bryce laughed, his mouth wide open while he tried to kiss me. “You’re sure?”
With my hands gripping his ass cheeks, I pulled him close, letting our cocks rub together.
“Never been more sure of anything.” I rested my forehead to his temple.
“Might find out I hate it. Might decide it’s only something I like to do from time to time.
” Then something hit me. “Wait, would you rather not top?”
Bryce snorted. “I’m one hundred percent down with topping.
If you love it, we can swap whenever the mood strikes.
If you hate it, I’m completely fine with bottoming.
” He cupped my face. “Or we can get off together without either. As long as you’re here to kiss me and hold me, I really don’t care how I’m coming. ”
Fuckin’ hell.
How did a stupid handful of words make me wanna preen and cry like a stupid fool?
“I love that, and I love you,” I murmured against his lips. “And I want your dick in me like yesterday.”
Bryce rolled from the mattress, rummaged in his suitcase, tossed a bottle of lube next to me, and climbed back into bed. “Put your head up by the pillows and turn on your side. Bend your knee.”
I thought I followed directions just right.
Bryce pushed my knee into the mattress and made me bend it further.
“I ain’t your own personal Gumby,” I muttered.
He chuckled, hiked my knee up higher, and pressed a kiss to my ass cheek. “Careful, your age is showing with that reference.”
“Fuck off.”
“That’s the plan,” he said.
Once Bryce took my leaking cock in his fist and buried his face in my ass, I lost all track of time and place. Everything ceased to matter except for Bryce stroking my dick and tonguing my hole.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop, you gotta fuckin’ stop,” I said. “Too close.”
Bryce stopped, and I immediately regretted everything I’d just said. “Wanna straddle me so you can control how deep I go?”
I shook my head. “No, I wanna watch you. Want you on top so I can see your face when you take me.”
“Fuck, Case,” Bryce whispered and squeezed his cock. “Gonna make me come just talking about it.”
“Not yet. Wait until you’re inside me. Wanna feel it.”
Never in my life had I thought I’d want someone to take control of me, but letting Bryce be in charge was one of the headiest, most empowering, and relaxing moments of my life.
He moved with such care and patience. Spreading my legs, smearing lube over my hole and working me open with one finger and then two. The whole time murmuring how good I was doing, how pretty I looked opening for him.
Who knew I was such a slut for praise?
“Fuck, Bryce. Please,” I begged.
And then he was between my knees, his slick cock head pressing into me.
He worked his way in so slowly, letting my body adjust inch by glorious inch.
Taking his entire dick was a whole lot more intense than fingers, but it was so fuckin’ good.
My eyes traveled from his to where our bodies connected and back again, an overwhelming wash of emotions flooding through me with the perfection of the moment.
When he bottomed out, his balls pressed tightly against me, we both sighed. He dropped to his elbows and gathered me in his arms to feather soft kisses all over my face. “You good? It’s okay?”
I nodded, my throat too thick with all sorts of lovey heart shit to speak.
“Can I move?” Bryce asked through gritted teeth, and I knew just how much effort he was putting into holding back while my body opened for him.
“Fuck, yes.”
Bryce pulled out slowly and slid back in over and over, his balls pressing tight against my ass each time he thrust in hard and deep.
The noises I made were completely insane, but no one was around to hear them. And even if they were, fuck them. My boyfriend was railin’ the fuck out of me, and I’d make whatever mother fuckin’ noises I wanted to.
He pushed up on his hands and watched between us as he pumped in and out.
Suddenly, I wanted to see him under me as I rode him and shot my load over his chest. “Roll over, wanna ride your cock.”
Bryce pulled out and moved to his back.
I straddled him—probably not my most graceful move, but the sooner I had his dick back in my ass, the better. Reaching behind me, I guided him back to my hole and lowered myself down.
The angle was different.
The stretch was insane.
And every single cell of my body rejoiced to know I got to spend the rest of my life with this man.
“Fuck, Case, look at that cock. Fuck, yeah, ride me.” Bryce took hold of my hips and held tight as I ground my ass on his fuckin’ magnificent dick, my own bouncing in rhythm and slapping against his treasure trail.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned when his cock head teased over that sensitive spot deep inside. Sensations like warm honey being poured over my insides washed through me. “I’m close. Fuck.”
Bryce sat up and helped me position my legs around him. He wrapped me in his arms, pressed our chests together, and buried his face in my neck. We rocked together as one to the rhythm of a song only we could hear.
My orgasm shattered through me, cum exploding between us and dripping down our stomachs. The pulsing clench of my tight ring was enough to send Bryce over the edge, and his cock unloaded, throbbing as he gave me every last drop.
“Holy. Fuckin’. Shit.”
Bryce chuckled weakly and moved to lay back on the bed, taking me with him, and kissing me with so much gentle ferocity I wondered if it was possible to die from a kiss.
At some point, we shifted, Bryce pulling from my body and curling us into a spooning position. “You good?”
“Never gonna be the same, but never better. Fuckin’ hell.”
We dozed for a bit until something woke me.
“What the fuckin’ hell?”
“What?” Bryce was instantly awake and concerned.
“That was fuckin’ fantastic. But I ain’t a fuckin’ fan of your cum drippin’ out. Oh god, that’s maybe the worst feelin’ in the world.”
Bryce laughed and pulled me into a kiss. “Sorry to be so drippy.”
For some reason, my short-circuited brain thought that was hilarious and we spent several moments laughing into each other’s warm skin. As soon as I’d think I had my giggles under control, one of us would start back up.
When we were finally laughed out, I tried my best to settle into Bryce’s warm embrace and sleep, but the wetness oozing from my ass was too distracting.
Bryce was still amused when I headed to the bathroom for my second shower in as many hours. “It’s not oozing,” he teased. “You make my cum sound like some kind of Ghostbusters slime.”
I popped my head out of the shower so I could see him lying in my bed.
Our bed.
“If it’s ever green, I’m done.”
I threw a washcloth at him so he could clean up while I finished in the bathroom.
By the time I was dried off, Bryce was sound asleep.
I climbed into bed and gathered him in my arms.
For the first time in my adult life, I fell asleep in my childhood home feeling safe, content, loved, and hopeful.
Waking up with Bryce in my arms was maybe one of the top five best feelings I’d ever experienced.
Waking up with my hard cock nestled between his perfect ass cheeks was also in the running for a trophy.
I knew the exact moment Bryce woke because he stretched like a cat and wiggled his ass against me. “You planning on doing something with that?” His sleep-rough words were sexy as hell.
“Fuck you into this mattress, sleep, eat, rinse and repeat,” I whispered at his ear, nibbling on the fleshy lobe and loving the way he shivered. “Figure we don’t have anywhere to be until tomorrow.”
Bryce’s hesitation was slight, but I noticed it.
“Bryce? What?”
“Nothing,” he muttered into the pillow.
“Bryce,” I growled.
“It’s all good,” he said a little too quickly. “We’ve got time this morning, the sun isn’t even up yet. And tonight is all ours.”
“What the fuck have you done?”
He buried his head in his pillow and rocked his ass into me. “Believe me, I’m one hundred percent regretting it at this moment.”
“Whatever it is, we’ll just skip out on it.” Maybe Brother Larry had organized a potluck to take advantage of his flock. I swore he always filled his freezer with the casseroles and his pockets with whatever tithes he was able to guilt his parishioners into handing over.
Or maybe Henry and Jack had something planned at the Roadhouse. I mean, I could do with some cake, but Bryce’s ass was currently more tempting than even Jack’s most decadent slice.
Bryce groaned. “We really can’t. But we have a few hours. Don’t let them go to waste.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing the lube, I slicked up my throbbing cock, worked a generous amount of the viscous liquid into Bryce’s ass, and positioned myself at his tight hole.
Never in the rest of my life would I ever tire of the gasps and whimpery groans Bryce made as my dick breached his body.
With our bodies nestled together on our sides, Bryce’s bent knee pressed into the mattress, and his thick cock in my fist as I fucked in and out of his tight ass, I vowed to forever appreciate the twists and turns our lives had taken in order to bring us together.
He was my person.
My soulmate.
My true love.
And facing the unknown of my future would always be a bit scary, but having Bryce by my side made it a little easier.
Burying my face in his neck, I whispered over and over how much I loved him.
And when his release spilled over my fingers, I gently bit his shoulder and shot my load deep into him as his body clenched around me. The heat of our sweat-slick bodies wrapped around us like the warmest, coziest blanket, and we collapsed into a haze of slumber.
Later, after sleeping off our amazing orgasms, we showered quickly before Bryce tossed something black in my direction.
“Put it on,” Bryce demanded. “We’ll both be wearing one, and all day long we can think about fuckin’ each other’s brains out tonight.”
I pulled the jockstrap on and had to admit my ass did look good in it. Bryce’s looked even better, and I had no idea how he thought I was going to keep my dick under control all day when I knew he was wearing nearly nothing under his sexy-as-hell jeans.
We made our way to Glazed Buns. When Bryce offered to split the egg white and spinach breakfast burrito with me if I wanted to share a cinnamon roll, I knew he was trying to butter me up.
“What the actual fuck have you done?” I asked around an ooey, gooey bite of sweet, yeasty goodness. “It has to be bad if you’re plying me with sugar and carbs.”
Bryce just eyed me over his coffee.
“Let’s take a walk,” he said as he ushered me out the door into the crisp, late morning sunshine.
Haven Grove was a gorgeous little town. I was biased—and didn’t have much to go on—but I knew cozy and quaint when I saw it. The last of the leaves were barely hanging on, and winter was threatening with each passing day.
We needed to enjoy our chances to walk around town without freezing our asses off while we could. As much as I hated to admit it, I had a feeling I’d be longing for outdoor runs long before spring made her appearance.
When we arrived at the gym, I glanced at Bryce with a you’ve got to be kidding me glare. We were greeted with a huge grand opening banner, a golden ribbon—the kind made for cutting with those stupidly large scissors—and a crowd of people.
My boyfriend blushed and tried a you love me so you can’t possibly be mad at me shrug. This was his fault, but I knew for sure he hadn’t come up with it all on his own.
At least I knew how I would keep my dick under control for the rest of the day.
Being surrounded by my boys, my best friend, and half of the town at the fuckin’ grand opening of a gym I was under the impression had already had a fuckin’ grand opening was a definite boner killer.
Did I love being surrounded by people? Not really, but I’d always been decent at shootin’ the shit.
And seeing how many people were already enjoying their memberships to a gym I helped to build wasn’t exactly a hardship.
Didn’t fuckin’ love that the guys let me think they’d already done the whole grand opening thing, but I also didn’t hate getting to be involved.
In fact, the logo on the window and all the merch gave me a little thrill to know I’d had a part in all of it.
The stupid staff t-shirt and name tag should not have made me feel so much shit, but I guess that was just who I was now. A guy who loved his boyfriend, loved his family, loved his life, and got stupid feelings over shit like name tags and staff shirts.
I did actually try to be pissed and shit, but I don’t think I pulled it off very well. Hell, who could really be mad that their friends wanted to include them in something that was a pretty big deal?
In the grand scheme of things, as long as I was going home with Bryce and had my boys, I didn’t really care how many social gatherings and surprises they wanted to put me through.
I was damn lucky to be alive and loved by these people, the least I could do was endure a grand opening celebration.
Plus, later that night, Bryce made it up to me by teaching me exactly what he meant when he’d said jockstraps provided easy access.