He grabbed the sides of Bryce’s face as he pushed his tongue deep into his mouth—stroking, probing, licking.
All Bryce could think was that he fucking wanted more. He didn’t care what happened, he needed Nick inside him, buried balls fucking deep, living there until Bryce could take him easily.
Suddenly Nick’s hands were gone from his face. He grabbed Bryce’s sides, lifting so Bryce could wrap his legs around Nick’s waist.
“It’s so fucking incredible to feel you like this—the hardness of your body, your muscles, the hair on your chest, legs and face. To have you in my arms. All fucking man, and all fucking mine.”
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to you? Keep talking to me like that and we’re never leaving the bed.” Bryce bit into Nick’s neck. “I’m all fucking yours, but you’re mine, too.”
“Let’s go. Damn, I feel like there’s enough come in my balls to shoot out of me for twenty-four hours straight.”
Nick put him down and Bryce turned off the shower. “I want your tongue in my ass, Nick. You’re going to have to eat it, get it real fucking ready for me to take your cock.”
Bryce moved to walk into the bedroom but Nick grabbed him, turned him around and shoved him so he was bent over the bathroom counter. His shaving cream and toothbrush container hit the floor as Bryce’s arms slid across the counter.
“I can’t wait. I want to taste every part of you.”
Nick dropped to his knees behind Bryce. His dick twitched, pre-come leaking out and dripping onto the floor.
Strong hands spread Bryce’s ass cheeks. Nick’s hot touch seared him, and then he dove in. It was...fuck, he couldn’t explain it, the feel of a tongue running back and forth over his rim. Like every sensation in his body originated from that one spot. It was everything, made even more powerful because it was Nick doing it.
“It’s so tight. I don’t know how I’m ever going to fit in there.”
“You will.” Bryce pushed backward, shoving his ass into Nick’s face. Nick got the message and licked him again—soft, hard, fast, slow, alternating the pressure and movements.
“Fingers, Nick. Gimme some fingers. You need to stretch me.” Nick gave a deep groan that vibrated through him. Bryce wanted to feel it over and over. Feel Nick. This time there was no going back. He’d take Nick, because he wanted nothing more than Nick inside him.
He heard Nick spit, and then there was pressure at his hole, Nick’s finger pushing in, fucking, twisting, and then more pressure as he added another finger.
Bryce shoved backward again, needing more. He wanted all of Nick. “Three. Give me three.” Nick was pleasure, and passion, and Bryce wanted Nick to devour him.
He closed his eyes at the pressure, the stretching, but then three fingers were deep in his ass, turning left and right. Shoving in, and pulling out.
“I see you in the mirror, Bryce. Open your eyes and watch me.”
Bryce fucking trembled at Nick’s words. He opened his eyes, saw Nick’s reflection through the slightly foggy glass as he kneeled behind Bryce, watching his own fingers work in and out of Bryce’s ass.
And it was...incredible. Fucking beautiful, seeing this man on his knees worshiping him. It was unlike anything Bryce had ever seen before. “I want your face there, between my cheeks. Give me your tongue again.”
Bryce bent over more, spreading his legs, before Nick’s face was right where he wanted it. He tongued Bryce’s opening around his own hand. Licked and tongue-fucked Bryce’s hole. Bryce squeezed the base of his cock, keeping himself from blowing all over the place. He wanted to save that for when Nick’s cock was buried in his ass.
He felt empty when Nick pulled back. He stood, leaned in with his mouth close to Bryce’s ear. “I want inside you. Go to the bedroom and let me love you. Let me bury my cock inside you and make you mine.”
Bryce was already fucking his, but he knew this time, nothing would stop them from Nick physically claiming him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
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Bryce’s dick was leaking. His heart pounded in anticipation, hunger and need, a violent storm inside him. He wanted to take all of Nick for the first time. But when they made it to the bed, everything slowed.
Nick lay him down, slid on top of Bryce and kissed him. They rubbed their dicks together as they thrust against each other—kissing, touching and needing.
“I don’t want to hurt you too much.”
“You won’t,” Bryce replied. “Some pain is a rite of passage. My cock’s not nearly as thick as yours, but it was still uncomfortable for you at first. I’ll get used to it. I fucking want it. I’ve been fucking myself with those dildos every spare minute I have. It’s time for the real thing. Real men take it up the ass, Nick,” Bryce teased, and got the smile he wanted.
