“Take me, Bryce. I need you.”
There’s no fight for who gets totop, as happens on certain occasions. I suit up and lubricate before pushing mydick into him. That’s the only place I want to be right now. Inside him.Filling him. Offering us both relief from the terrible things we said just afew moments earlier.
He turns his head but doesn’t lookat me as I slide inside. He grits his teeth and grips onto the kitchen island.Arching his back, he stresses the grooves between his muscles as he takes me,cursing occasionally. When I’m halfway in, I feel his legs shaking as hestruggles with the pain. “God fucking dammit.”
“You want more lube?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. Just realslow, okay?”
I lean down, wrap my arm aroundhim, pull him close, and kiss behind his ear. To set him at ease. “Just let mein, Tad. Let me be there for you.”
“I said let’s pretend—”
“I don’t want to pretend, though.I just want you.”
“Just don’t make me admit how muchI want you.”
Those words are all the assuranceI need, though. “I won’t hurt you,” I say.
“You can hurt me right now,” hesays, his words arousing me even more, shifting the seriousness of ourdiscussion back to what really matters right now: our ease.
I get him to relax enough to makemy intrusion work, but he’s tight, and if he doesn’t loosen up, lube isn’tgoing to be optional.
His breaths are quick, unsteady. Ipress my hand against his chest. “In and out,” I instruct. “Nice and easy.”
“Try taking your cock and tell mehow easy it is.”
I laugh and accidentally slide infurther.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says. Ipull back, apologizing.
I start pulling out more. I justneed to get more lube from the nightstand whether he wants it or not.
He reaches back and grips my ass. “No,no. Come on. I can do this.”
His encouragement isn’t somethingI can refuse because I don’t want to get lube when I can have him taking myhard cock in his tight hole like this. Plus, I’m impressed with his stubbornattitude. The same attitude that has helped him succeed in football. Thispatience. This discipline. This need for pain.
I grip onto his hips, rubbing my thumbsagainst the muscles. I steadily keep up with my work, sliding farther in,hearing him hissing all the while. As he relaxes and I’m able to get all theway inside, I wrap my arms around him once again.
He turns his head like he wants meto see the pain he’s enduring, the tense expression, the ground teeth.
My movements are slow until I seehim relax. Then I speed up, more and more until he’s opened up and I’m drivinginto him.
He screams out his excitement withevery thrust, and when I can tell he’s good to go, I pull out and whirl himaround. I squat down and grip onto his legs. He presses his palms against theisland and helps me as I hoist him up before reentering him. I hold his legs inplace as I push into him.
His expression, filled with suchpain when I was beginning, is now twisted into a smirk, reminding me of theasshole faces he makes, but there’s something about this expression. Light.Playful, even. His eyes are closed as he enjoys me being inside him.
Fifty-One
Tad
It feels so good having him fill me like this.
Definitely worth the intense painthat it took to get to the point where Bryce is able to make each thrust aspowerful as he wants.
The sensation feels incredible ashe hits my prostate.
I open my eyes and watch him as hepushes in deep, his eyes on me as he strokes his hand up and down my abs, appreciatingthe definition. I delight in all the nerves he excites.
