“I want you to suck my dick,” Holden admitted. “But I don’t want to jeopardize your chances of getting hired. I also want to stay here because I’m comfortable and I want you to keep talking. I’m afraid if I take you home, we’ll end up in bed.”
“Bed is not a bad place to be, but hold on. Youwantme to keep talking?” Bryce laughed, slid off the couch, and landed on his knees between Holden’s spread legs. “I don’t think you can have both of those things at the same time.”
Bryce smoothed his hands up the tops of Holden’s thighs, eyes going heavy with want. Holden swallowed hard and undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the fly. His cock was already almost hard, pressing against the material of his underwear and fighting against the undone zipper.
“How about I suck your dick first, then we have another drink. I can talk some more, and then we can go back to your house and end up in bed?”
Holden pulled his dick out from behind the waistband of his boxer briefs and smeared the tip across Bryce’s mouth.
“That sounds like a nice…”
Bryce kept his eyes open and closed his lips around the middle of Holden’s shaft, taking as much of his length as he could manage without throwing up all over himself. Holden groaned, fisting Bryce’s hair, hips lifting off the couch to chase the heat of Bryce’s throat. Bryce kept his stare locked on Holden’s face, committing every flicker and sigh of pleasure to memory.
Merrick had been wrong about Bryce, about the things he’d done after the breakup with Bella. Yeah, there was a little bit of sluttiness Bryce wanted to get out of his system after being monogamous for so many years with someone who didn’t please him sexually, but that hadn’t been the real reason. Or at least, the reason he kept it up as long as he had.
For Bryce, sex gave him a chance to be present in his body.
There was no need to drown out Merrick’s voice or fight for his voice to be heard. Sex was a time where there didn’t need to be words, but he was still able to communicate. And he had that again, now, with Holden, even though it was different than it had been before. With everyone else, the sex had been quiet and as soon as it was over, Bryce found himself right back in the noise.
Holden kept him quiet, kept him soft.
Holden himself was the opposite of soft, his cock growing thicker and longer against the roof of Bryce’s mouth with every thrust.
“Look at me,” Holden rasped, tugging Bryce’s hair until he fought his eyes back open. Bryce wanted to watch, he wanted to look, but it was so easy to get lost in Holden, in the prize he offered with his body and his time.
Holden took Bryce’s head into his hands, one on either side, and he started to thrust. Slow at first, shallow pumps of his hips that pushed his cock into Bryce’s mouth. But as the pleasure grew between them, Holden’s movements turned more frantic, less smooth. His thumbs around the edge of Bryce’seyes, angling his face the way he wanted, and then without any warning at all, Holden came.
Hot jets of cum shot against the back of Bryce’s tongue, one landing in his throat and making him choke. Holden held him still, riding out the rest of his pleasure on Bryce’s tongue and against the roof of his mouth. After his balls emptied, Holden went limp against the couch, fingers still tangled in Bryce’s hair. They both caught their breath, and Bryce’s lashes fluttered closed.
Holden was perfect for him and he hated it.
Really.
CHAPTER 13
Holden
Holden had never beenin love, but the way Bryce hooked their fingers together and allowed himself to be led out of the club had Holden wondering if this might be what it felt like. His body buzzed with anticipation as he walked Bryce into the parking lot, straight to Merrick’s car.
“Have you been bringing your brother’s car over for our hookups?” Holden asked.
Bryce unlocked the door and sank down into the driver’s seat.
“Sometimes. Sometimes I use an Uber.”
Holden chuckled and leaned down, one hand braced against the top of the car, the other on the driver’s door. “Are you coming over?”
“I don’t know.” Bryce’s answer was breathy. “Am I?”
“I think so.”
Bryce nodded and Holden stepped out of the way so he could close the door. There were no parting words, no affection. Holden’s feelings were far too close to the surface to risk letting any of them out. He was falling for Bryce and that hadn’t everbeen part of the plan. They’d talked about it a little, the last night at his house, but had that meant anything official?
God, he was pathetic.
On the way back to his apartment, he picked apart every conversation he’d had with Bryce, trying to make sense of what they were to each other. When he parked, Bryce was already there. They walked to his front door together, fingers barely brushing for how close they were. Bryce crowded him in when he tried to unlock the door and much to his embarrassment, he fumbled the keys. It took an eternity, but they finally made it inside, and when Holden locked the door, all the air left the room.
“You look distraught,” Bryce said slowly, toeing off his shoes and kicking them into the corner near the front door. “Is everything all right?”
