48. Chapter Forty-Eight
It’s quiet on the way home. The evening went well, and Bryson seemed to enjoy the night. Until we left. Though, it wasn’t the leaving that did it. It was what I said to him. Maybe more of what I didn’t say. There are unspoken words lingering between us each day. Words that grow louder and louder the more we don’t say them—the closer we get.
We’re falling into a routine, making things work for us and it’s happening so smoothly, but it’s obvious it won’t be like this forever. We’re hiding from the world in our perfect little bubble, but this bubble will pop.
They always pop.
And though I wish we could be here forever, it isn’t possible. And maybe there is a way for us to be together like this always, but at what cost?
My son? His best friend?
How is that fair?
I’m not so stupid to think Chris will accept this. He won’t. He’s already mad at me for something else. This will only be the icing on the cake. The thing that could throw him over the edge. He’d never speak to me again.
Yet, here I am doing it anyway.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s awful because I’m not going to stop. It’s too good to stop. It all feels too safe.
Chris is with his mother. I made sure of it the day after he left. He may be mad at me, I may be betraying him, but he’s still my son and I love him. I want him to be safe. I really want him to get his shit together.
When we get home, I let us in and lock up. We head upstairs and Bryson stops at his room, looking at me nervously. “Well, good night. Thanks for taking me out.”
I stare at him and can’t help but smile. He looks so uncomfortable, and though I don’t like when he feels uncomfortable, I can’t help but appreciate how adorable he is right now.
He takes a small backward step toward his room, his eyes still on me. I shove my hands in my pockets, rocking back on my heels. He’s watching me carefully, not understanding why I’m staring at him like this. He’s squirming. I love when he squirms.
“Uh, good night,” he says again, taking another slow step so he’s in his doorway. He frowns, turns, then steps into his room.
Which is when I speak.
“It’s cute you think you’re spending the night in there,” I say.
He freezes. I can picture the giant smile on his face. Only when he turns around, he isn’t smiling. Which causes my chest to tighten.
“I just thought—”
I move toward him, but he avoids looking at me. “Just thought you’d be going to bed unfucked after the amazing night we had?”
He chews on the inside of his lip and shrugs his shoulders.
“I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
I cup his face and make him look at me.
“When it comes to you, me, and our dicks, I want you to be.” I brush my thumbs along his cheeks. “You should be ready for my cock always.” His lips part and I tilt his head up to get a better look at him. “Understand me?”
“Yes,” he breathes out.
I kiss him softly on the lips. “Good boy. Now go in my room and get undressed. Wait for me on the bed.”
He nods, swallows, and steps around me to head to my room. I smile as I watch him go, doing exactly as I said.
I head downstairs to get us bottles of water, taking my time. The anticipation makes everything better, heightened. He’s going to be waiting for me, wondering what I’m doing.
When I walk in, I find him lying on his back.
“You didn’t say how you wanted me,” he says, meeting my eyes. I place the bottles of water on my night table beside his phone. I pull mine from my pocket and put it there too.
“If I didn’t say, it doesn’t matter.” I grab a bottle of water and offer it to him. “Drink.”
He takes it as he sits up. I step back and start on the buttons of my shirt. He watches me intently, eyes on my fingers as they undo the buttons. When I slip out of my shirt, his eyes roam my chest and arms, dipping to my waist. So I take my time getting my pants off.
The way he looks at me makes me feel on top of the world. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does. With pure awe and admiration.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of people look at me. I know I’m not ugly and my body is in shape. But usually people look at me lustfully, like all they care about is how I look. The way my body is shaped. But Bryson? He takes in every inch of me like I’m one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. And knowing he has an eye for art makes me feel even more special. He knows what art is. He appreciates beauty in a different way. Those looks mean more from him because they mean something.
“Do you like what you see, Bryson?” I ask, not caring to hide my cockiness.
His eyes flick to mine, and even in the dim light of the room I see his cheeks tinge pink. He’s cute when he’s shy.
“Very much.”
I smile. “Drink more water.”
When he finishes half the bottle, I take it, cap it, and put it back on the table.
I lean against him, pressing my hands to the mattress beside him. “How do you feel about riding me, baby?”
The air leaves his lungs in a whoosh. “Yes, please.”
“Need me to prep you first?” I ask. He shakes his head.
I don’t ever want to hurt him, and I’ll make sure he goes slow so he doesn’t get hurt, but I love that he’s so eager for me that he can’t wait to have me. He wants the stretch of my cock in his ass without easing into it.
I dig in my drawer for the lube and condoms, tossing them onto the bed. I finish getting undressed, then lie down.
“Put my cock in your mouth,” I tell him.
He crawls over, settling between my legs. I’m already hard and he wastes no time doing as I say. He licks from my balls to the tip, licking up the pre-cum. I reach for the condom as he takes me into his mouth, sucking me slow and firm. Making me even harder.
He takes his time, enjoying me, making sure I enjoy it. I always enjoy it.
I hand him the condom. “Put it on me.”
He does it confidently, which makes me proud. I hate how he’s constantly unsure of himself and everything he does. It’s his father’s fault he’s like this, and it makes me want to murder the guy. Bryson is an amazing person, but he can’t see it because of the way he’s been treated by the man who should have given him confidence.
I toss the wrapper onto the floor and hand him the lube. “On you and me,” I tell him.
He takes the bottle hesitantly, opening it and spreading it on my cock. Lifting up, he lubes himself, his eyes fluttering closed.
One of these days, I’m going to watch him fuck his own ass.
“Come here,” I tell him, gesturing for him to climb on top of me. He straddles my waist and I pull him down for a kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that? Everything you do for me is so fucking good, Bryson. Don’t ever doubt that.”
He nods, and I let go of him. He sits up, looking down at me. “I’ve never done this before.”
I smirk and rest my hands behind my head. I’m so going to enjoy this.
“Take your time. Go slow. Do not do anything to cause yourself pain.”
He nods, shifting back. His balls brush over my cock. He looks scared. “How do I—”
“Grab my cock. Find your ass. And sit on it. However you need to do it to get me inside you.”
His eyes widen, but he nods again. His teeth latch onto his bottom lip as he takes my dick in his hand, shifting around. Just his hand around me feels so damn good. And when he swipes me along his crack to find the right spot, I groan. Once he’s there, he pushes down and the first inch slides in easily.
“Go slow,” I remind him. I’m itching to touch him, but I love watching him figure this out. He goes a little deeper, letting go of me with his hand and placing them on my chest. So fucking slowly he eases himself onto me.
I grab the bottle of lube, pour some in my hand, and go for his dick. I lather him up and stroke him slowly; enough to distract him. Make him feel good so he can relax. With my thumb, I massage beneath the head of his cock because I’ve noticed he’s really sensitive there. I bet I could make him come just like this.
His eyes fall shut, and he slides further and further down until he’s fully seated on me. He sighs heavily and just sits there for a minute.
“Move when you want, baby. There’s no rush.” Running my free hand along his thigh, I keep stroking him with my other.
He waits a few seconds before moving. Lifting up and sliding back down. His nails bite into my skin, and he hisses as he rocks forward.
One of our phones vibrates, but I ignore it. He doesn’t even seem to notice. His moans fill the room and I’m careful to keep him on edge. He’ll keep fucking me if he comes, but I don’t want him to come yet. I want to push this out as long as I can so he can enjoy it more. I want him begging me to let him come. Want him desperate for it. Aching and pleading for permission.
The vibrating continues and a glance at the end table shows Bryson’s phone lit up. It’s his ex calling. Annoyance hits me, wondering why Bryson hasn’t blocked his number yet. He may not be aware, but he isn’t the only one who gets jealous. I just handle it differently. I don’t like knowing he could still be talking to his ex. Or that he could be talking to anyone. I try not to think about the fact that he still chats with a guy he went on a date on. After what I did, I have no right to be jealous about him talking to anyone. Which is why I don’t ask him about it.
We agreed to be exclusive, but part of me feels he’s better off with someone else. Someone he doesn’t have to hide with. Someone who doesn’t come with risks.
When the phone lights up again, this asshole calling for the fourth time, I notice Bryson is getting distracted by it now. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone interrupt Bryson riding my cock.
“Just shut it off,” he says, grinding down on my dick.
Shutting it off would make sense. But I have a better idea.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
He stops moving, chest heaving. He licks his lips, and says, “Yes.”
I reach for the phone, grinning when I see it’s a video call. I was only expecting to tell the guy off, but now? Now this is even better.
Thankful for the preview of the camera before answering, I make sure to aim it in a way that you can certainly see what we’re doing, but not Bryson’s face.
Maybe this is immature, but oh well.
“Cole…” Bryson says carefully. I grin before I press the answer button.
“About time you—” The d-bag ex’s words are cut off the moment he realizes what he’s looking at.
“Oh shit, sorry,” I say, tapping the button to turn the camera to my face. But it’s too late. He already got a good shot of Bryson sitting on my cock. My hand wrapped around his.
Oops.
A quick look at Bryson tells me he’s unsure of this, but not angry. Nervous definitely.
“Who the fuck are you?” Daniel barks at me.
He’s a good-looking guy. About Bryson’s age. He’s too pretty though. He looks like a frat guy who spikes drinks to get laid.
“Cole. And you are?”
“Daniel. Bryson’s boyfriend.”
“His boyfriend, huh? Well, since he’s currently sitting on my dick, I’m going to say that relationship is over.” I grin, and the fury on his face is priceless.
“Put him on the ph—”
“Bryson, baby, keep riding my cock.” I look up at him over the phone and wink.
“Are you fucking serious!” the ex shouts. His eyes are wide, face turning a strange shade of purple.
“Did you need something? I’m not trying to spend the night with blue balls.”
His jaw drops and after a few seconds of him not saying anything, I end the call, shut off the phone, and put it back on the table.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Bryson whispers, eyes wide.
I shrug. “Maybe he’ll leave you alone now.”
“Doubt it.”
I sit up, rocking his hips forward with my hands on his hips.
“Then I’ll have to try something different next time,” I say, biting his neck. “Now keep riding me. I want you filled with my cum.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and grinds his hips back and forth. I keep one hand on his ass, pulling him into me hard while I stroke his cock with the other.
“Don’t come,” I tell him. “Not until I say.”
“I don’t think—”
“You can, baby. Just hold off,” I growl, stroking him faster. He’ll learn how to hold off his orgasm. I’m going to teach him. Force him. He’ll get it eventually.
I grind into him harder, close myself.
“No, Cole. I can’t,” he whimpers. “I really can’t. I need to come.”
“Not yet.”
He whines, his body tensing, his grinding going uneven, so I focus on helping him fuck me better.
“Make me come and I’ll let you come.”
He growls a sound of annoyance, resting his forehead against mine. His fingers dig into my shoulders, the bite of pain making me smile. He’s heaving for breath.
“Cole—”
“Almost, baby. Almost.”
I squeeze his cock, thrusting up into him from beneath.
“I can’t—I can’t!”
I dig my fingers into his ass, pulling him into me. He clenches around me, and I know he’s right there. He’s so fucking tight I can barely move, but it’s just what I need.
“I’m there, baby. Fuck, I’m there.” I stroke his dick again. “Come with me. All over me.”
He comes immediately, his body jerking, ass clenching tight. Cum splatters my chest and abs. The orgasm is near blinding, rocking me to my core. His ass milks every bit of cum I have to offer.
We’re heaving for breath when we’re done. I lie back and he comes down with me. My dick is still in his ass, our chests glued together with the cum.
After a moment, I lift his face and kiss his lips. I smirk at him. “Clean your mess, Bryson.”
He smirks and lifts up, then gets to work licking every bit of his cum from my body. I drag my fingers along his chest, gathering what I can and swiping it over his tongue. He wraps his lips around my finger, making a show of sucking it, and I’m hard again. I shift to pull out of him, take the condom off, tie it, and toss it away.
I flip us so he’s beneath me, take our dicks in one hand and stroke until we’re both coming again.