Chapter Thirteen
Bodie
Ihave a dick in my ass—Bryce’s dick, of all people.
I would’ve never believed someone if they ’d told me this was going to happen.
I’m not complaining, but whoa, is he big.
I sucked his dick more than a few times before tonight—I love doing it—and thought I’d have trouble swallowing him down, but I managed.
Having that thing inside me, though? Entirely different story.
I’m so full I can feel it in my stomach—the fullness, not his dick.
His dick can’t reach my stomach, right? Not possible.
I think. What the fuck am I thinking? No, it’d have to reach my intestines first. Wait, shut up, brain.
“Bodie, you okay?”
“Huh?” Bryce looks confused. “Yeah, I’m great.”
“You stopped moving and said, ‘what the fuck,’ and then drifted off again.”
“I’m sorry. Just got lost in my head.” I give him a soft chuckle and begin to move on him again, leaning forward to kiss him.
He cups the back of my thighs, helping me bounce on his cock.
I scoff internally—like I need help. Has this man ever seen my thighs?
I’m a hockey player, for fuck’s sake. Pushing him down onto his back, I place his hands over his head, pinning them to the bed.
“Stay.” His raised brows quickly turn to a lustful gaze that spurs me on.
I begin rolling my hips, sucking on his nipples one by one, and swiping the precum from my jock-clad dick—bearing the pain of the rough jock is the only reason I haven’t cum already.
Without even thinking it through, I stick my precum-covered thumb into his mouth.
He doesn’t hesitate to swirl his tongue around it and suck, moaning in a way that drives me even more wild.
“Yes, Oz.” It’s too much but not enough at the same time.
I climb off Bryce, motioning for him to sit up.
Crawling on the bed behind him, I lie flat on my stomach, legs spread wide with my dick pressed hard against the mattress, easing the pain a miniscule amount, and pop my ass out for him.
“Please,” I plead, looking over my shoulder.
Bryce has never moved so fast, instantly on his feet and turning to gaze at the offering waiting for him.
“Bodie, I think your ass is my new favorite thing in the world.” The firm grasp he has on my ass as he squeezes and spreads me open has me tightening my muscles under his hands. “Damn, that’s pretty.”
“If you like it so much, then do something with it.”
He chuckles and wastes no time tending to my body, sucking my entrance and flicking his tongue against it. He’s tasting parts of me that would flush my cheeks just thinking about it, except now, it has my body overheating with neediness for him to be back inside me.
The room echoes with the sound of a whack from his hand against my cheek. “Fuck!”
“Too much?” he asks.
I chuckle. “Not enough. Do it again.”
He’s back on me, hands and mouth working in tandem.
Whack!
“Unnghhh.” My mind is in a frenzy from his tongue breaching my hole over and over again while he smacks and kneads my ass, but even with the immense amount of stimulation, I feel a calmness—I know he’ll take care of me.
I’m able to enjoy every touch, hard and soft, every sound, every pleasure. He makes it easy.
“Look at that cherry-red ass now.” Bryce stands back, admiring his work, slicking his dick again with more lube.
When he lines up with me, I brace myself, grasping the sheets on the other end of the bed, trying to relax.
He enters me slowly, and it doesn’t hurt like it did at first. In this position his angle is different, and when he hits what I’m guessing is my prostate, zaps of electric pleasure, shoot through my entire body.
“Aahhhh, fuuucckkk.” I’m overwhelmed with arousal, my dick immediately aching to be touched, and I would if my body could stop shaking.
“Good, Bode? You like that?”
“Yes. Yes. Keep doing that.” He slides in and out just enough to keep massaging that spot, and it’s almost too much to handle. “Goddamnit. How did—you not—?”
“You weren’t ready.” Bryce picks up his rhythm. “Just enjoy yourself.”
I am, Bryce. I am. I feel nothing but bliss.
No racing thoughts. No anxiety. No need to move and keep moving.
I’m just free to enjoy every sensual touch my Oz is giving me.
The claps of his skin against mine get closer and closer together as he picks up his pace with every thrust into me. “Oh god, yes.”
“Yeah, babe. You’re taking it so—fuck,” he says between grunts. “You like this cock inside you?”
“Yes. Yours. Only yours.” My lungs lack the air they need as I pant each word out. I’ve never felt anything as erotic as this. I feel sexy…desired…ravished…and in ecstasy.
Bryce leans over, wrapping one arm around my shoulder, his forearm pressing into my chest, while his free hand reaches into my jock to pull me out.
“Come for me,” Bryce growls into my ear as he thrusts harder into me.
His teeth sink into my shoulder then, and the pain mixes with my pleasure, heightening every sensation and every emotion. It’s all I need to send me over the edge.
“Unnnnghh. You’re going to make me come. I’m com—” My spasming body drops to the bed, and with a palm on my back, Bryce pounds into me three more times and pulls out. In my periphery, I see him throw the condom to the side, and he begins to grunt as I feel the warmth of his cum on my back.
“Yessss.” Bryce collapses onto my side, our labored breathing the only sounds in the room.
“Are you okay?” he asks. His eyes are closed, a sleepy, sated smile on his face.
“Besides having come on my back?” His expression makes me laugh.
“I’m sorry.” He moves to get off the bed.
“No, it’s fine. It’s perfect. I’m good.” I pull him closer against me, and he rests his forehead on my shoulder.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“This fucking jock hurts more than anything you did. Fuck, take this shit off me.” I shove it down off my dick and ass, Bryce finishing the job and throwing it on the floor before walking out of the bedroom.
“Be right back,” he says.
“Umm, where’s that condom? Please tell me it’s not sticking to the rug?”
The bellowing laugh from the hall finally settles when he re-enters the room with some washcloths.
“It’s not funny, Bryce. It could have—”
“Don’t say it.” He cuts me off. “I’ll clean everything up. I promise.” With a kiss to my swollen ass cheek, he spreads me and places a warm rag right on my entrance.
“Oh, that feels good.” Sighing, I forget all about any messes left to clean. That’s a Bryce problem now.
He leaves one rag between my cheeks and cleans up his release from my back with another, massaging my shoulders with his free hand along the way.
“Do you want me to run a bath?”
“No. I’m good. It’s not that bad.”
“You’ll be sore tomorrow. So, take it easy.” I cringe, thinking he’s going to throw the dirty washcloths on the floor, but thankfully he grabs the mess he made and cleans up after us. He knows me well.
Amber
I heard you have a boyfriend.
Fuck. I knew this day would come. I just wasn’t expecting it so soon. This is not what I wanted to wake up to, and even worse, with Bryce lying on top of me.
Me
Hi Amber
Amber
Is it true?
Ugh. This is too fucking hard. I can’t lie to her, and she obviously just wants to hear it from me. I don’t want to hurt her any more than I already have.
Me
Yes
I’m sorry
Her silence says everything. There’s nothing I could’ve done—I wasn’t going to lie to her. Now I’m left trying to figure out who told her. The only people who really know are Calisse, Alina, and Davidson. We haven’t told an—
Yes, I did. Fucking Drew. That’s the only way.
Amber
Don’t be. I’m actually happy for you, Bodie.
I just wish you would’ve figured it out sooner
Me
Me too. Thanks for pushing me I guess… *flushed face emoji*
Amber
You’re welcome, I guess… *neutral face emoji*
“You okay, beautiful?”
The weightlessness I feel when he says those things has me needing to grab onto something.
“Good morning, Oz.” His heavy-ass limbs squeeze even tighter around me.
“What’s got you sighing so heavily this early?”
“Amber texted me.”
“Hmm.”
“I think she’s okay with this. I guess she saw it coming for a long time.”
“How did she see it and we didn’t?” He asks the question that’s been on my mind for weeks now.
“I mean, didn’t we? Aside from the physical part, that is.
” Looking back on all our experiences together and on all my feelings for him, I realize they haven’t changed.
They’ve just been amplified. “I’ve always loved you, Bryce.
It’s just more intimate now.” His scent floods my senses as he nuzzles into my neck, his hair brushing against my face.
“Same, Bode.”
He’s still yawning, even though I know he slept well last night. I don’t want to pry, but it’s eating me up inside not knowing.
“What do you want to know?”
“Huh?”
“Bodie, I know you. And I know the face you make when you want to ask a question but are afraid to or don’t know how. So, spit it out.”
“I didn’t know I made a face.”
“You make a lot of faces. Now ask.”
“How long have you had sleeping problems?”
The tight hold he’s had on me loosens, but I pull him closer, not letting him escape. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but please don’t pull away from me.”
My neck heats up when I feel him shift, and I’m praying he doesn’t get up and leave. When he rests his chin on my pec, I reward him with a kiss, and his hair tickles my nose.
“Since I was a kid.”
“How bad is it?”
“When you’re not here? A couple hours a night at best.”
I swallow as his words sink in. Have I really been this clueless?
“Was it always this bad?”
“No. It got better around middle school.”
“But what changed?”
I can see the hesitation in him growing by the second. I thumb his bottom lip out of his mouth.
“Just adult life stressors made it worse.” He’s lying.
I can always tell by the expression on his face when he looks away from me at the end of a sentence.
The combination of scrunched brows and pinched lips to one side is his tell, and he doesn’t even know it.
He doesn’t do it often—maybe a few times in our entire friendship—but it’s hard to miss.
“Well, I’ll be here waiting to help when you decide to tell me about those life stressors.”
His gaze drifts up and locks on me, and I gently stroke his head and nod. I hope he knows that whatever it is, it won’t matter to me the way he may think it will.
I can feel his heartbeat against me, see him contemplating, but then he falters.
“Let’s go make breakfast.” He jumps up without another word and starts his day like the conversation never happened. Whatever it is, he seems to be heavily guarding it. It’s no wonder I’ve never known what this is all about.
But why would he keep this from me?