“Show me,” Bryce said quickly, almost a demand if it hadn’t sounded so desperate.
Holden was feeling generous, and he obliged Bryce, pulling his already rock-hard cock free from behind the waistband of his black joggers. Bryce’s eyes went wide as he watched Holden stroke himself.
“Do you fuck withthatthing?” Bryce asked.
“Well and often,” Holden promised. “Why don’t you come a little closer and put it in your mouth?”
Bryce came without needing to be told twice, ignoring his own cock to balance himself against Holden’s thighs. He did exactly as he’d been told, taking the head of Holden’s cock into his mouth…and not doing anything more. Holden laughed, tangling his fingers into Bryce’s dark hair and holding him steady.
“Now suck,” he said.
This was well within the limits of whatever vanilla-flavored role play the two of them had actually stumbled into, and Holden would be damned if Bryce didn’t take instructions like a champ. The man knew how to suck dick, and he also knew how to follow instructions, because while he had started to suck on Holden’s dick, he hadn’t taken any more than the tip into his mouth.
“Harder,” Holden coaxed, curling the fingers of his other hand around Bryce’s shoulder. He lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting another inch into Bryce’s mouth. “Deeper.”
Bryce made a pleased sound and promptly took Holden’s slightly above-average shaft straight down to the root. Holden’s eyes rolled back and he held Bryce’s head in his lap, giving a few rough thrusts up, right into the back of Bryce’s throat. Holden lifted his head back toward the tip and then pushed him back down, showing Bryce the pace he wanted the other man to hold. Again, Bryce proved to be a quick learner, making a wet and sloppy mess of Holden’s cock in no time.
Holden stretched for the end table and grabbed a condom, tapping the serrated corner of it against Bryce’s cheek until he opened his eyes.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth or inside of you?”
Bryce’s lashes fluttered and he pushed himself off Holden’s cock and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Inside of me,” he answered, taking the condom from Holden and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled it down Holden’s shaft like he’d done the exact motion a thousand times before, then he fought his way out of his own pants and climbed onto Holden’s lap.
“Too impatient to wait for orders here,” Bryce said.
Holden rucked up Bryce’s shirt until he removed it, then skated his hand up Bryce’s chest and held him loosely around the throat. Bryce went still with a soft groan, and Holden gave himself an opportunity to take him in for the first time. Bryce had his hands tattooed and most of his arms. He had a few on his chest and some on the tops of his thighs; he was nowhere near covered but the patchwork style of his art was beyond sexy.
“Slow down or you get nothing,” Holden warned.
Bryce’s entire body trembled. “I’ll try,” he promised. “But you know me.”
Holden, in fact, didn’t know Bryce at all, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to get intimately acquainted with the man…and hopefully in more ways than one.
In the condom, Holden’s cock throbbed. He was beyond ready to be inside of Bryce. All common sense had gone out the window as soon as he felt the hot press of Bryce’s tongue against the underside of his dick. This would just have to be something between them, a secret between men who were barely more than strangers but certainly not friends.
Holden reached for the lube and poured a fair amount onto his fingers. He had no wish to stain his couch, but he wanted Bryce to be ready for him. He tapped the outside of Bryce’s thigh and he lifted enough for Holden to reach between them, past Bryce’s cock and his heavy balls. Wet fingers sought out Bryce’s hole, and he lifted his junk out of the way to make room for Holden’s hand.
He pushed one slick finger in and, soon after, another.
“Open yourself up,” he whispered. “Show me what you’re going to do to my cock once I decide you’ve earned the right to ride it.”
CHAPTER 4
Bryce
Holden hadlong and talented fingers, but his mouth was the problem. For someone who hardly said five words in the course of normal conversation, he seemed to have much more to say when his dick was hard. Bryce, on the other hand, with three fingers up his ass, was admittedly at a loss.
Bryce rode Holden’s hand, but the angle was wrong and the stretch was nowhere near enough. He wanted more. He wanted Holden’s cock.
“I need more,” Bryce managed to admit.
“Another finger?”
Bryce laughed, but it was weak. “I want your cock.”
“Where?” Holden asked, but even as the word left his mouth, he eased his hand out of Bryce’s body and made a loose grip around his shaft.
