“Get yourself ready,” he said, sliding back into the heat of his still open mouth. Bryce moved and rearranged himself, groaningso deep once he got his fingers into himself it vibrated Holden’s cock.
“I can’t wait to come inside of you from every possible entrance. Fill you up with it until you’re leaking.”
Bryce whimpered, and Holden gritted his molars together. He was right on the edge, but he needed Bryce to be a little more prepped before he took him that way. With reluctance, he eased himself out, dragging his dick across the tip of Bryce’s tongue. After a few agonizing minutes of Holden staring at the ceiling because the absolute wanton lust on Bryce’s face was far too much for him to survive, Bryce made a plaintive little sound that drew Holden’s attention back.
“I know,” he whispered, fighting the way his eyes wanted to roll back. “You’re so fucking hungry for it. Aren’t you?”
Bryce nodded, spreading his mouth as wide as he could manage.
Holden pulled out enough that he could get his hand around his dick and three strokes later, it was over. His orgasm hit him like a freight train and a violent burst of cum landed hot and white against Bryce’s pink tongue. Fuck, it was a lot of cum. Jet after jet of it landed on Bryce’s tongue, a stray drop against the corner of his mouth.
Bryce reached down with his slippery fingers and started to stroke himself, and Holden fought his way out of his underwear, balling up the wet mess and shoving it as deep as he could get it into Bryce’s mouth. He gagged more around that than Holden’s cock, his eyes going wide as he got used to the stretch.
“Finally,” Holden murmured, admiring all the spit on his still pulsating shaft. “Now I can fuck you for real.”
CHAPTER 8
Bryce
Bryce was veryclose to coming on the spot and untouched. Between the wet underwear stretching his jaw open and the cum streaking down his tongue into the back of his throat, he didn’t think he’d ever been happier. That was, at least, until Holden hauled him onto the bed, put him on all fours, and then shoved that thick cock right up his ass. Bryce tried to cry out, but the sound of it was muffled by the makeshift gag. He tried to suck in a breath, but inhaling forced cum too far into his throat. He couldn’t taste it. He wanted to taste it.
“Stop rushing,” Holden coaxed, pressing the heel of his palm between Bryce’s shoulder blades until he arched his back and rested his chest against the mattress.
Bryce tried to take the very sexy advice to heart. His lashes fluttered closed and he focused on breathing through his nose. He didn’t have to do anything there. There was nothing to say. The sound of Holden’s skin slapping against his was almost enough to lull him into a meditative state, and he probably would have, were it not for the persistent drag of Holden’s cock against his prostate…and deeper.
He had no idea how Holden was still going, but he certainly wasn’t interested in arguing about it. Instead, Bryce let the pleasure in his body become the only thing that mattered, the rough press of Holden’s fingers against his skin. Time passed, or maybe it stopped, Bryce wasn’t sure. He didn’t notice anything at all until a sharp wave of arousal crashed against him with enough force to shove him over the edge and headfirst into an orgasm that had him seeing stars.
There was no stopping the noise then, the frantic crying and gagging and choking. He scrabbled against the sheets for purchase, and all the while Holden slammed into him from behind. Relentless.
“I’m so close,” Holden murmured, his fingers certainly digging bruises into Bryce’s hips. “Want to see your face when I pump you full of cum.”
And then Bryce was on his back, one leg in the air, his calf propped on Holden’s shoulder as Holden thrust into him again. Holden was a mess, sweaty and flushed, the muscles on his stomach and chest rippling with every move. Holden pushed some more of his underwear into Bryce’s mouth, sealing his lips around the corners to make sure no spit—or sound—came out.
“Yeah,” Holden said, eyes searching Bryce’s face. “I know.”
Bryce wasn’t sure what Holden meant, but he had ideas.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard inside of you,” Holden promised. “So much cum it’s going to spill out of you because your body can’t hold it all.”
Bryce’s eyes rolled back, and he nodded eagerly.
“You have to help, though,” Holden went on, dirty talk spilling out of him like the faucet he wanted to turn Bryce into. “You have to milk it out of me, yeah? Make sure you take every drop I’ve made for you. Every drop of cum in my balls needs to be in your fucking guts before we’re done here. Right?”
Bryce’s cock pulsed.
“That’s what you want, and that’s what I’m going to give you.” Holden’s pace faltered. He was close. “You don’t even have to ask for it. I know what you want, right? I know what you need.”
If Bryce hadn’t just finished, that would have been the line that did it for him. He hooked his hand around the back of Holden’s neck and pulled their faces together until they were forehead to forehead. He wanted to kiss Holden, he was desperate for it, but Holden’s underwear was still in his mouth, Holden’s cum in his throat.
“Here it comes,” Holden whispered against Bryce’s stretched and trembling upper lip. Another violent slam of Holden's hips and then both of them were still.
Brycecouldfeel it. The hot, pulsing stretch as Holden came inside of him. It was perfect, better than he had imagined it to be. Holden came and came and came, and Bryce imagined it as he’d said. Body so full of cum that it would spill out of him, leak all over his thighs and the bed. There was so much cum, Bryce wouldn’t be able to keep all of it inside of him.
Fuck, Bryce wanted more of it.
A weak drop of pleasure pooled in the slit of his own dick, either leftover or new, he didn’t know. Holden reached between their bodies and eased himself out an inch, groaning.
“I’m still coming. Oh, fuck.”