He concedes. Probably because he’stoo drunk to fight me over it. We say goodnight, and I head up to Tad’s room totake care of his requests.
I knock on his door a few times,but there’s no answer. I’ve seen Darren just barge into his room occasionally,so maybe he’s just expecting me to head in. I retrieve the keycard, unlock thedoor, and head inside.
I search around. No sign of Tad.
The bathroom door is open, and asI peek my head in, there he is, stark naked, fixing his hair in the mirror.
He turns like he’s about to startout, and when he sees me, he jumps back. “What the fuck?” he says, not workingto cover anything up. Likely because he realizes that he doesn’t have anythingto be ashamed of.
“Sorry. Darren told me you neededsomething, and he was kind of drunk, so I said I’d handle it.”
Even though I’m just as drunk, asdemonstrated by the fact that I haven’t made an attempt to leave already. I’mjust enjoying looking at him too much. I’m such a fucking creeper.
I think he’s going to lose hisshit, but as his breathing steadies, his cock expands. He’s clearly aroused bymy presence. He looks down at it and then back up at me and shrugs.
I see the desire in hisexpression.
And as much as my brain tells me Ineed to get the fuck out of there, I just stand there, staring at his firmobliques. His stacked abs. His pecs that are thick and bulbous. A sensation racesthrough me, beginning in my cock and spiraling through my body. I lunge forward,waiting for some indication of resistance. He doesn’t offer any. I kiss him,pushing him back against the wall as we share a passionate, frenzied moment.
It’s as hot as that moment in hishotel room.
I hate myself for caving to mydrunken impulse. I know this isn’t going to work out well. He’s an asshole.He’s the guy I’ve been hired to protect. I could get fired. I could loseeverything. But why can’t I stop kissing him?
He reciprocates eagerly. Hiskisses seem desperate. Like he needs this as much as I do, but I know that’snot true. He gets to fuck whomever he wants all the time, so surely this is nodifferent from any other fuck for him.
“God, you taste so good,” he saysbetween kisses.
He wraps his arms around me andpulls me close. Despite any reservations running through my head, I greedilykiss down his face. Down his neck. To his chest, which I lick across. He rolls hishead across the wall behind him. I lick his nipples, and he moans. He’sobviously affected by the way it feels, and it just makes me want him evenmore.
Stop this.
But I can’t.
My lips return to his, and heshoves me back against the sink and offers sloppy kisses as he pulls my shirtoff and tosses it behind me. My thoughts scramble, which is a relief since itsilences all the arguments that have been racing through my head.
He unfastens my pants and yanksthem down to my ankles. Then he drops to his knees and sucks my cock. Theenergy he ignites makes my hips rock slightly because I want him to take more,but I’m sure he can’t. Not something I fault him for, considering that’stypically the way it goes down.
He pulls away for a moment andstudies my shaft. “Holy shit,” he says, but his expression suggests that he’s notupset, but curious.
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This thing is fucking enormous.
I shouldn’t want to give it a try,but I do.
I suck on it some more. Testing.Seeing how much effort it takes to deep throat it, which quickly makes merealize that’s not gonna happen.
His scent is so potent, but in agood way. He smells like a fucking man. It makes me feel dirty. Like when I’dblow one of the guys in the locker room in college.
I can’t believe we’re doing this.One minute I was thinking Darren was gonna come up and get me some food and anice pack and the next thing I see is Bryce standing right before me, giving methat seductive look like he wants it just as much as I do.
I’m finally getting to live outthe fantasy I’ve been dreaming of over and over again ever since he signed onto protect me.
As his cock firms, I pull it frommy mouth, stand up, and look into his determined eyes.
“Why don’t you show me just howfucking tired you are of hearing me whine all the fucking time,” I say.
