I walk into the apartment to find Bryce in the kitchen, chopping something up on the island. Barefoot, gray sweats, and a T-shirt—I get the attraction now. I don’t know why I never noticed these things before. Honestly, I’m still trying to figure this whole thing out, but I’m glad it’s with Bryce.
“Hey there. Smells good in here.” I peek over his shoulder, resting my chin on him and snaking my fingers under his shirt to steal some abs-feelies. They’re defined just the right amount to make my senses very happy. “What’re you cooking?”
“Sauce for pasta. Mom called, so I invited her over for dinner.”
“Oh, cool. It’s been a minute since we’ve seen her.” Next to my mom, his mom is the coolest. It was never a question that they would become good friends over the years too—like our friendship, it just happened naturally.
“Want to grab an onion and show me those newfound chopping skills?” he asks with a peck to my nose.
That’s not enough. I take his mouth in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as I daydream of other things he could be doing with his. I pull away, gently biting his lower lip and grazing the front of his sweats with my palm, causing him to groan quietly.
“You’re asking for trouble. Go chop onions—now.”
“Oooh, so bossy in the kitchen.”
“I can be bossy in a lot of places,” he adds under his breath as I grab an onion from the basket.
I stand next to him, silently peeling my onion, and start chopping away. Every time Bryce walks by me, he just has to touch me—a shoulder grab, a hand on the small of my back or on my ass—each one sending a wave of exhilaration through my body. I want more of it.
“Uh-uh. Whatever you’re thinking about, you can stop it now,” Bryce tells me emphatically. “Mom will be here in a few minutes.”
“What? I wasn’t doing anything.” Yes, I was—he was already naked in my head.
“Sure you weren’t.”
“You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.”
His phone dings, and as quickly as he looks at it, he drops it on the counter with a smirk. The way Bryce approaches me, with intent behind his heated gaze, has a gasp leaving me when he meets his mark. With his hands on my ass, I’m raised onto the counter, spreading my legs to make more room for him.
“I thought you said Mom would be here any minute?”
The finger dragging along the waistline of my joggers makes me greedy for whatever he’s about to do.
“She’s running a little late.” He looks up from his hand on my waist with dark eyes. “Lucky us.”
“Lucky us,” I say, wrapping my legs around him, fisting his hair while owning his mouth and tongue like they’ve been mine all along. The make-out session is hot and he can’t get enough of me either, his hands roaming across my skin, exploring my body, and ravaging me like a feral animal.
He pulls me closer to the edge of the counter, and when I feel his erection up against mine, it takes me back to our first night together. The excitement building in my core at the thought of that happening again has me in a frenzy, tearing Bryce’s shirt off his body and shoving my hand down the front of his sweats.
“Someone is eager for a repeat,” Bryce gasps as I stroke him. “Lift,” he says, tugging at my waistband. I hiss at the cold countertop on my skin when he pulls off my shirt and guides me down onto my back. His hand drags down my chest and torso while he nuzzles his nose into my groin, and my body vibrates with the chemistry between us. I’ve never had anyone put their face in my groin the way Bryce is right now, and I have to say it’s so fucking arousing that I’m afraid one touch of his hand on my cock would make me come.
“Fuck, Bryce. Plea—” I’m stunned when his lips surround the head of my cock before gliding down to the base in slow motion. “Oh my god. Yeah, yep, that.” I breathe through it until he retreats back up, sucking me hard, and I can’t hold in the moans building in my throat. I grab his hair and guide his bobbing, enjoying every second of his expertise in all things cock-related. Bryce has turned from best friend into sex god real fast, and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet—maybe I should’ve been with a man all along. Those are thoughts for another time, though. My mind needs to stay here, wrapped up in him and his mouth.
“Shit—Bryce—yes, just like—I’m gonna—” He doesn’t stop despite me grabbing his hair to pull him off. He just keeps sucking, drinking down my release until my body’s spasms finally calm down.
When Bryce rises from my cock to kiss me, I finally see what cum-drunk looks like. When he cups my face, I feel the stickiness of his orgasm on his hands, and the taste of my cum on his lips has me groaning in satisfaction. Bryce jerking himself while sucking my cock is the new hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’d like to repeat it as soon as humanly possible.
The knock on the door breaks us both out of the spell we’ve fallen under. We gave Ms. Diane a key card for emergencies when we moved in, which she uses any time now. So, we’re not entirely surprised when the door lock clicks while Bryce is stillrubbing his hands together under the faucet with soap, and I pull on my pants in record speed to run to the bathroom.
“Hey, Mom.” I hear them greeting each other from the other room. I can imagine the crushing hug he’s giving as he towers over her—I don’t know how that big man came from such a little woman. His father must’ve been really tall. He died in an accident when Bryce was in first grade, so I never got to meet him.
“How are my boys doing?”
“We’re good, Ms. Diane,” I say as I come down the hallway and give her a warm hug.
“Hmm, what smells so good?”
“Bryce is making pasta for us.”
