Chapter Twenty-Two
Bryce
Idon’t know how guys wear these things. I feel like my balls are being squeezed by a vise.
It’s worth the pain if it’s going to put a smile on his face, though.
I bought it as a celebratory gift, but it’s turned into a consolation prize.
I texted him to see if he was coming straight home, but he said he was going out for one drink with Emmett—that was two hours ago.
I hope he’s not too drunk to enjoy his present, because I need this just as badly as he does.
It’s another half hour before I hear the lock click open and Bodie walks through the door.
“Hey, babe.”
“Whoa.” He jumps a little with his hand to his chest when he sees me sitting in the dark. “Why is everyone trying to scare me to death today?” He’s not slurring his words, but I can tell he had a few drinks.
“Sorry,” I say as I stand and close the distance between us.
His eyes zero in on my present for him as he licks his lips. “You’re wearing a jock for me?”
“Do you like it?” The red and black jock is incredibly uncomfortable, but when I see him smile, it’s not so bad anymore.
“You were right. That’s hot as fuck.” His palms are warm against my hips as he turns me around, his hands exploring my ass once it’s in full view. “I’ve seen them on guys hundreds of times, but they’ve never looked this good.”
Prickles spread up my spine and down my arms as his hands graze my skin.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper over my shoulder.
His reaction is exactly what I expected.
His eyes crash into mine with a mixture of fear and excitement written on his face.
I’ve only topped him in the handful of times we’ve had sex in the past month.
We’ve never even spoken about if him topping was an option until now.
“Are you sure? I always thought you were a top.” His hand flies to cover his mouth.
“Shit, was that wrong to say? I shouldn’t assume by the way you look.
That was such a straight person comment.
Am I a straight person still? I don’t feel like one anymore.
I had your dick in my ass; of course I’m n—” He stops to take a breath.
If I were to go by the color of his face alone, I’d say Bodie’s head looks like it’s about to explode.
“Please don’t be upset, because I really want to fuck you in this right now. I didn’t mean anyth—”
“Bodie, chill. I’m not offended.” I suppress a laugh. “I usually do top. I’ve only bottomed twice, I think. Maybe three times.”
He looks at me with a creased forehead. “Why now, then?”
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. “Because I love you and you deserve all the happiness in the world.” His body shivers as I kiss my way down his neck, my nose brushing against his skin.
“So, your ass is happiness?” he chuckles, a handful of my ass in each palm.
“I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me in about twenty minutes.”
“I don’t need twenty minutes to confirm that,” he says, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands graze my hips as one cups my ass, the other fingers feathering up my back before gripping my hair, then his lips eagerly take mine.
His erection is already pushing against me through his jeans as he carries me to the couch.
His fingers slide between my cheeks toward my hole until they skim across my second surprise.
“What’s this?” he says, poking the plug I’ve been wearing since the game started. I’ve worked my way up to the third size in the training kit I bought specifically for the final round of playoffs.
I set my feet on the floor and smile when he still doesn’t remove his finger from the plug.
“I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything. The hard work is done.”
I see exactly when it dawns on him what he’s touching, and suddenly I’m swung around like a ragdoll and bent over the couch. His hands start exploring the base, pushing and tugging, and I get worried for a moment. “Don’t pull it out too fast.”
He regains his self-control and slowly rocks it back and forth while pulling gently until it pops out. I sneak a glance behind me, and I see the moment his eyes turn from fascination to panic as he stands upright and hurries to unbuckle his belt.
“Whoa, babe. Slow down. Where’s the fire?”
“Isn’t it going to close up?”
I stand and stare at this beautiful man in amazement, all while he continues to fumble with his pants.
Rather than bursting his bubble, I hand him the bottle of lube from the couch and kiss him softly.
He doesn’t let me go right away, loving every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, until he turns us and sits down.
“You’re in control,” Bodie says, making me love him even more.
I straddle him as he lubes up my entrance then douses his cock with an obscene amount before he helps line me up with it.
His tongue glides along my collarbone, making me quiver with need.
My body is screaming for him, longing for him to ravish me.
Every part of me wants to be consumed by this man until there’s nothing left of me to hide.
Bodie is patient and caring as I lower myself onto him, tenderly massaging my body with our trembling lips locked together as our moaning fills the room. “Holy fuck, your cock is—” When I get to the point where I think he’s about to split me in two, I pause, and we both take deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Yes, almost there.”
“What did you tell me they say in those books you read?” I’m already laughing while he thinks about it.
“It’ll fit.” We say it together and laugh, making me realize how much I love being in love with my best friend. Some people never get to feel this kind of love—I’m one of the lucky ones.
I take one more deep breath before I push down farther until I meet his groin, and then I immediately do it all over again. If I can get through the initial discomfort, we’ll both feel better. His worried expression makes my heart ache.
We both start moving as one, his hands on my hips, with tentative, shallow thrusts as he watches me.
I wet my lips and wrap them around his nipple, sucking and licking until my tongue prickles from the sensation.
I sink my teeth into his pec, then kiss the soreness away, leaving a pink mark in my wake.
“Aahh, fuck, Oz.” He throws his head back, his hand grabbing my aching cock. “I need to come—fuck, why does this feel so different, so good?”
I smile, knowing exactly why it feels so different.
Bodie takes my face between his hands, bringing me up to meet his tongue, licking his way into my mouth.
He’s such a great kisser, making it so much easier to relax and let him thrust up into me harder, putting those powerful hockey-players thighs to work.
I never really cared for bottoming before now, but Bodie has changed my whole perspective.
His movements become more urgent, needy.
Skin slaps against skin as his groin slams into my ass, his stomach dragging over my cock with every thrust. Reaching between us, I fist my cock tightly, stroking hard and fast with him inside me until we both fall over the edge together.
He thrusts once, twice more, holding me down on him as he pulses inside me, his warm cum filling me up.
I lean forward as I orgasm, biting into his neck as my body shudders.
My cum bursts in strands across his stomach as I moan into his skin, sucking before I release him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your ass is trying to kill me.” Bodie holds on to me as my hole tightens around his spent cock, both of us gasping for air as we come down from the high.
“I love you, Oz.”
“I love you.”
I feel his cum leak out of me as I slide up a little, and once again, panic crosses Bodie’s face.
“Bryce, I forgot to put on a condom. I’m sorry.
I was just so excited.” He hurriedly attempts to lift me off his cock, as if I’d let him.
I pin his hands above his shoulders and lower myself the best I can with his dick starting to soften.
“I didn’t forget.” I plant a kiss on him, grinding on him as our releases coat his groin. “Thank you, beautiful.”
“For what?” He smiles a shit-eating grin.
“For changing my mind about bottoming.” I kiss the tip of his nose, massaging his shoulders and neck.
“Good, because I definitely want to do that again.” Bodie laughs as he hugs me for his second endorphin rush of the night, and the smile on his face as he snaps the strap of my jock lets me know my present served its purpose.