“I’ll ride it.” Bryce shifted his weight until the latex-covered tip of Holden’s cock was pressed against his still gaping hole. He should have waited for Holden to lift up, to thrust into him, something…but he was greedy and impatient and he was so fucking horny.
He sank down and took the whole thick length of Holden’s cock in one go. It might have been ambitious. His head fell back and a tremor tore through his entire body. Holden shivered and settled his hand around Bryce’s hips, steadying him on his lap.
“Wait,” Holden rasped. “Wait.”
“You’re so fucking thick.”
Holden huffed out a breath.
“You’re so hard, fuck.” Bryce’s head fell forward, forehead pressing against Holden’s while both men took the time they needed to collect themselves before getting going.
“Jesus, you’re tight. You’re strangling my dick.”
“I want you to come,” Bryce said, and it was the truth.
He wanted Holden to fuck him for the whole night, but he was equally desperate for Holden to come inside of him. To know what it felt like when Holden’s cock thickened and swelled before bursting.
“If you want it,” Holden gritted out, “take it.”
Bryce fought through another full-body shudder and then he started to move. Slow at first, because his brain was misfiring, his limbs quaking. When Holden reached down and began to stroke Bryce’s cock, it didn’t make things better or easier. Bryce angled himself backward with one hand braced against Holden’s slender thigh, the other curled around Holden’s quickly jerking wrist. He balanced himself as much as he could manage considering he was certain they’d transported to an entirely different plane of existence, then he really got going.
If there was one thing Bryce knew, it was how to fuck. Fucking had gotten him in plenty of trouble back home, and it was one of the main reasons Merrick had been so eager to get him to Los Angeles. Bryce had a taste for danger, for the forbidden. It was how he’d ended up with a busted nose in high school (from blowing the captain of the varsity football team—after he asked for it) and also how he’d gotten thrown out ofhis favorite bar for jerking off the manager after hours—at the manager’s request. He would try almost anything twice, and fucking his brother’s co-worker felt tame in comparison to some of the things he’d tried in the past.
That wasn’t why he found himself naked and sweating on Holden’s lap, though. He sincerely found the other man attractive, especially now. With his bleached hair falling into his eyes and his mouth hanging open while Bryce rode him like a bull, Holden was even prettier during sex than he was sitting at a picnic table in the afternoon sun.
That was most likely going to be a problem for Bryce, but he would deal with it later. He’d been honest with Merrick about going out to get laid, but he didn’t want to be gone too long. He didn’t want to go back to his brother’s house and have to answer questions about where exactly he’d been, or worse…with whom.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Holden murmured, skating his hands up Bryce’s ribs and yanking his mind right back into the present moment. Pleasure slammed into him full speed and Bryce shuddered, forehead falling against Holden’s.
“Do I look good?” he managed to ask with a weak laugh. “I feel like I’m going to come so hard I’ll never be able to do it again.”
That was the truth, not an exaggeration. Holden’s hands were good for more than tattooing, and they played Bryce’s body like a fucking fiddle.
“That would be a waste.”
It was getting hard for him to keep a steady pace, and he was about to ask Holden to take over when the other man caught on.
“Hold on,” he said, wrapping one arm around Bryce’s back and pressing the other into the couch cushion.
Bryce looped his arms around Holden’s neck, and when Holden stood, he hooked his legs around the other man’s waist. Holden was slender, but stronger than he looked. He pickedBryce up with ease, even if it meant Bryce sank down and took another inch of Holden’s cock up his ass.
Holden carried him around an accordion room divider and threw him down onto a soft and unmade bed. There were pillows everywhere, a mess of blankets, but if Holden cared about order, he didn’t show it. Bryce’s back hit the sheets and Holden folded him in half, slamming the full length of his cock into Bryce with one quick thrust.
Bryce’s eyes rolled back and he fisted the sheets, spreading himself open for Holden to make a meal of. Holden fucked him hard and fast, his face buried in the crook of Bryce’s neck the whole time. Bryce grabbed Holden’s hair and whimpered, his cock smashed between their stomachs as Holden’s pace quickly turned frantic.
“Come inside of me,” Bryce whispered, hating there was a condom between them but appreciating the necessity of it for their first time.
“You want that?” Holden nipped at his earlobe.
“Next time,” he managed to rasp. “Pretend.”
Holden hummed his understanding and flattened his hand against the top of Bryce’s head, using it as leverage to thrust harder and deeper into his body.
“I’m going to come so deep inside of you that you’ll feel me for a week. My cum is going to be so far up in your asshole it will take days to come out.”
Bryce trembled, eyes rolling back.
Fuck, he wanted that.
