Silas
I was vibrating with need by the time I got to Bryson’s little apartment on the second floor of an old house carved up into room rentals. I didn’t waste time looking around. As soon as the door closed behind us, I threw myself at him.
I no longer had the will to resist the pull between us.
We kissed, hot and frenzied, while we tugged at each other’s clothes. Ordinarily, I’d take more care with my clothing—these suits were expensive—but these were no ordinary circumstances.
I pushed at his coat. “Take this off. Hurry.”
He shrugged out of it, letting it drop to the floor, then pulled his shirt over his head, baring a chest sprinkled with golden hair. I stepped close, breathing him in as I placed a kiss on his breastbone.
“You too.” He untucked my shirt and brushed his fingers over bare skin. “I need to see if my memory did you justice.”
“Oh, let’s not go there,” I said with a laugh as I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, then started on my buttons. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Impossible.” He toed off his shoes while watching me shed my shirt. “You’re gorgeous. I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
“Same here,” I said. “I believe I tried to talk you into skipping the date and staying in.”
Bryson chuckled and pulled me back into his arms, lowering his lips to my shoulder. “Mm. I said anticipation would make it better, didn’t I?”
“Well, we’ve got a lot of anticipation now.”
He went to his knees. “My mouth is watering with it.”
My cock gave a pulse of need, seeing him so close to where I needed him. He slowly unfastened my pants and pushed them over my hips.
The fabric pooled at my ankles, leaving me in boring navy blue briefs, my hard-on tenting the cotton in a lewd display of my desire.
“No sexy thong today,” I said. “Sorry.”
Bryson’s gaze met mine. “You don’t need a thong to be sexy.”
He leaned in and nuzzled my dick through the cloth, and pleasure zinged through me. I sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed his shoulders to stay on my feet.
He continued to rub his face over my underwear, making me harden even more, while helping me step out of my shoes and pants.
“Bryson, enough teasing,” I begged. “Touch me for real.”
He smirked up at me. “Not so fast. After all this waiting, we should take our time and enjoy it.”
I groaned with frustration. “I’d enjoy my cock in your mouth a lot more. Or yours in mine. I’m not picky.”
“Oh, really? And here I thought you had such great taste.”
“Oh, I’m very picky about some things,” I assured him, reaching down to catch his jaw in my hand. “Why do you think I’m so desperate for you?”
He turned his head, kissing my palm, and rose to his feet. He wasn’t giving me the BJ I’d asked for, but I didn’t care when he dipped his head to catch my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss, reveling in the taste of his mouth and the slick dance of his tongue with mine.
He sank his fingers into my hair and jerked my head into position, kissing me deep and hard, every bit as desperate as I was.
I lowered my hand, rubbing him through his jeans, until he groaned into my mouth. “Fuck. I need more.”
“Mm, but we’re taking our time,” I taunted.
“Using my own words against me,” he said, panting as I bent and nibbled along his collarbone, right down to his hard nipple and laved it with my tongue. “Cruel.”
I drew his nipple between my teeth and tugged it until he rasped out a needy groan and said, “Fuck it.”
He grabbed my waist and tossed me onto the bed. I laughed as I bounced into the center, and then there was no time to think. He was on me, still dressed in his jeans, kissing and sucking a line of fire down my chest, over my ribs, and across my hips. He licked just below my belly button, making me suck in my gut, then grabbed the waistband of my briefs with his teeth and tugged it down.
It caught on my cockhead, and I lowered my hand to help him, but Bryson caught my wrist and pinned it to the mattress. I lay there, quivering with need and impatience, as he slowly, slowly got the fabric over my hard, leaking dick using only his mouth.
“I’m going to kill you,” I said, body arching with need.
He grinned and dipped down to swirl his tongue over the tip of my cock. “But then you couldn’t fuck my mouth.”
I shuddered. He made a good point.
Instead of doing as promised, though, he sat back and looked me up and down, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Sorry to say, Silas, my memory didn’t live up to the reality at all. You’re even sexier than I remembered.”
I let loose a gust of air. “I’m about to be more violent than you remember, too.” I grabbed his arm and tugged him over me. “Get out of those jeans, Bryson Larkin. Before I rip them off your body.”
“Ooh, sounds fun.”
I pinched his side, and he yelped and rolled away. “Okay, no more violence. I’ll do anything you want!”
I grinned. “That’s more like it.”
He lifted his hips and shoved his jeans down, kicking them off and tossing them aside, then stripped off his boxer briefs and socks.
Once he was as naked as me, I crawled over him. “Now, we can get to the good stuff.”
He wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me into another kiss. He coasted his other hand down my back and caressed my ass, much as he has in the store.
He pulled me down against him, our cocks bumping between us, sending out flares of pleasure.
“Want you,” he murmured. “So much.”
I rocked against him, but there was too much friction for us to get off that way.
“I need lube,” I said.
“Use my mouth.” He grabbed my waist and tugged me forward, until my knees were on either side of his shoulders.
“Only if you let me play, too.”
He blinked. “Uh, what?”
I turned around, swinging my leg over his head and repositioned so that my mouth was above his thick erection. I wasted no time teasing, just bent over and engulfed his cock in my mouth.
Bryson groaned and clutched my ass tight. I sucked him deeper with a pleased hum. I’d been craving his taste ever since our first time together.
Bryson’s hands clamped on my hips and tugged me down, right into his waiting mouth. Wet heat surrounded my aching dick, and I moaned and sucked him harder.
He groaned and bucked, driving his cock deeper into my throat. I shoved his hips down, using my strength to keep him where I wanted him.
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 gusted 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 treated 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 he did.
The pressure build, 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 hair back 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. “If it’s all you have to give, I’ll take it.”
I shook my head. “It’s not fair to you.”
“Well, I’m a big boy. How about you let me be responsible for my choices? You’ve told me where you stand. I understand, Sy.”
“What do you understand?”
“You’re not ready for a boyfriend.” He smiled ruefully. “I’m a little fast to rush into love. Maybe this will be good for us both. We’ll take it slow.”
“No, that’s not—” I bit my lip. “I can’t promise I’ll ever want more than this, Bry. No matter how patient you are. Are you sure you’re up for that?”
“Yeah, Silas. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He kissed my forehead. “Besides, there’s no harm in taking it one day at a time.”