“You should eat,” he suggested, setting the plate beside his leg where Bryce could reach it.
Bryce grabbed a couple of almonds, a slice of cheese, and shoved it all into his mouth with a grateful moan. He chewed, swallowed, then must have realized how hungry he was and devoured the plate before Holden could even get his hands onto it. Holden could get himself more; he didn’t mind. He passed Bryce the water, and thankfully he drank slowly without being told.
“Do you want more?” Holden asked.
Bryce’s dark eyes scanned Holden’s face before he shook his head.
“Let me put this in the sink.”
He could have easily left the plate on the nightstand. Bryce hadn’t left any crumbs, but he needed space. He needed air. The way Bryce looked at him was dangerous. The way he said so much without ever uttering a word, somehow even worse than when he wouldn’t stop talking. Holden set the plate in the sink and braced himself against the edge of the counter, head hanging low between his shoulders.
The right thing to do was send Bryce home.
Get him into a shower—not a bath—and hope it was enough time for the cum to leak out of him. He’d sit on the couch while Bryce got dressed again, and then Holden would delete his number. It would be fine. It would be better. Bryce washandsome and he was smart. He was new to LA. He would find someone far better suited for him than Holden was.
A soft brush of fingertips against the small of his back startled him, and Holden turned with a gasp. Bryce was there, naked and still sweaty, cock limp and swollen against his thigh.
“I was about to come back,” Holden explained.
Bryce rolled his eyes, taking the no talking thing very seriously apparently, then he sank to his knees.
“You don’t have?—”
But Bryce cut him off—silently—by drawing a little spiral in front of his mouth before curling his fingers around Holden’s thigh. The gesture was clear. Where Holden had told Bryce to stay quiet, Bryce wanted him to keep talking.
Before Holden could find any argument inside of him, his cock was in Bryce’s mouth. He cursed under his breath, flexing his fists at his sides before threading his fingers into Bryce’s hair and thrusting gently into his mouth. Holden didn’t think he had another orgasm in him, but the wet cavern of Bryce’s mouth felt a lot like heaven. As quickly as he had it, it was gone, and Holden looked down to see Bryce smirking up at him, repeating the gesture as when he’d gone to his knees in the first place.
Bryce wanted him to talk.
Holden tightened his grip on Bryce’s hair and groaned, giving up what Bryce wanted from him…again.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he whispered, eyes hooded while he watched Bryce eagerly suck him. “I would keep my cock here all night if I could. I’d never leave.”
Bryce groaned something that sounded like approval, blinking earnestly up at him.
“This is what you’re good for, isn’t it?” he asked next, giving a gentle tug to Bryce’s hair. He angled Bryce’s face toward him, wanting to make sure he didn’t overstep the boundaries of their little game. “Good for holding my cum, aren’t you?”
Bryce’s entire body trembled and he swirled his tongue around the tip of Holden’s cock. He was almost fully hard by then, even though an orgasm still felt unlikely to him considering how many he’d given Bryce earlier, but he didn’t think what they were doing had anything to do with orgasms.
Holden tried to relax into the pleasure of it, the want and the need with none of the expectation. He rested his ass against the counter and pumped his hips lazily into Bryce’s hungry and waiting mouth, shivering as arousal coursed through him.
“I want to come in you again,” he finally confessed, hating how true it was.
Bryce made a happy sound and Holden shoved as much of his cock into his mouth as he could fit. He held Bryce near the root of his dick, enjoying the way his lips were spread wide, the way tears beaded in the corners of his eyes as he tried not to choke and gag.
There was an orgasm there, he realized.
Not a massive, earth-quaking thing. It was more a tremor that built in the marrow of his bones and vibrated through him, shaking all the need loose from the very deepest parts of him. He came like that, a soft roll up his spine and a fierce heat between his legs as he spilled drops of cum onto Bryce’s tongue. Bryce’s eyes rolled back and he shuddered, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing down what he’d made for him.
Holden was drunk with pleasure, with power, for the need to convince himself hecouldhave this. The option to send Bryce packing no longer existed, at least not yet. Even in the haze of an unexpected orgasm, he knew Bryce would tire of this game eventually. The novelty would wear off, and Bryce would want something new.
But until then…
Why shouldn’t Holden be allowed this?
With an audible breath, he pulled out of Bryce’s mouth, hating the feel of the cool air against his spit-soaked shaft.
“You're staying," Holden murmured, not quite a question, but still a repeat from earlier.
