He made a choked, surprised sound, but I was too busy deep throating him to dwell on it. I was gonna make this man come harder than ever before, damn it. Bryson tried to keep up, but I pulled out every trick until he lost all focus and merely panted around my cock while I pleasured him.
He pulled off completely. “Sy, wait, I’m gonna?—”
He came explosively over my tongue, and I swallowed around him. His body shuddered under me, his breathing going ragged. I continued to lave and suckle until he squeezed my ass in warning.
“My turn.”
I glanced over my shoulder, giving him a coy smile. “Sorry, I got greedy. Go ahead and show me what you got.”
The gleam in his eye was my only warning he was about to go off script. Instead of sucking my dick back in, he parted my ass cheeks and ran a wet lick over my rim.
I gasped with surprise. He flicked the tip of his tongue around my hole, a teasing flirtation.
“You’re such a tease,” I said with a frustrated groan.
He laughed, hot breath gusting against my intimate place,then used his thumbs to spread my hole open and speared his tongue inside.
“Bryson!” I pushed back against him, needing more. He retreated to lick around my rim, ratcheting up my burning need until I was begging. “Please, please.”
I grabbed my dick, desperate for relief. Bryson smacked my hand away and pulled me back so I was sitting over his face. He took hold of my cock and stroked it while continuing to wreck me with his tongue.
It was all too much to take. The sweet pleasure of wet heat in my ass, the pressure of his hard grip on my dick, jerking me like he owned my body. More than that. Like he owned my pleasure, because hedid.
The pressure built, my balls drew up tight, and I cried out as my orgasm slammed into me. I arched, my cock spraying cum over my thighs and onto Bryson’s chest. Bryson continued to stroke me, wringing me of every drop, until I sagged forward, unable to hold myself up.
He released me with a chuckle. “How was that? Did I live up to your exacting standards?”
I flopped to the bed beside him, still weak in the knees. “Passed with flying colors.”
“Good.” He rolled onto his side and propped himself on one elbow. “Gotta make sure I keep impressing you so we can do this again.”
My stomach flip-flopped. Shit. What had I done? Bryson wanted a relationship. I knew he did. And I’d just gone back to his place for frantic sex. But that’s all it could be. I wasn’t ready for more. I couldn’t handle it if I tried and it all went wrong.
It was selfish of me to do this. So incredibly wrong.
“Bryson, I’m sorr?—”
He kissed the apology from my lips and brushed my hairback from my forehead. “Hey, you don’t have to say it. I knew the score before we did this.”
I swallowed hard. “You’re okay with just…casual?”
“I’m okay with whatever gets me this close to you,” he said honestly. “You’ve told me where you stand. I understand, Sy. I’m a little fast to rush into love, anyway. Maybe this will be good for us both.”
“Maybe,” I agreed hesitantly. “If you’re sure you’re okay with it. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m a big boy. How about you let me be responsible for my choices?”
Bryson had wanted a relationship from the start. He hadn’t wanted to hook up without the promise of a second date.
I wasn’t sure I believed he could really be happy with a hookup situation, but I was too weak to call him on his bluff.
Whatever this was—whatever we called it—I couldn’t run from it anymore.
I wanted Bryson too damn much.
CHAPTER 16
Bryson
