“Nuh-uh.” I swat his hands away before he can skip ahead to the good part. “Not yet. Look what else I made.” Dipping a strawberry into the chocolate, I raise it to his lips. “Can you look up here and taste, please?” I laugh at him refusing to take his eyes off my jock.
He opens his mouth, and I lean over to guide the strawberry into it without making too much of a mess.
“It’s delicious. Now can I—”
“No.”
“This is so unfair.” He finally looks up with a heated gaze. “I love you, but I’m overriding you,” he says as he lifts me up onto the counter, dropping my bare ass onto the cake.
“Fuck.” It’s cold and mushy, making me cringe for a second until Bryce’s hands start wandering. He spreads the crushed cake over my legs, biceps, and nipples. The cold cream makes my nipples perk up, and my half-chub becomes a full erection from his caress alone. His hand glides up to my throat, squeezing gently, and I hang my head back, giving him better access as his mouth joins his hands in their exploration. The frosting smears all over my body, only to be followed by his tongue lapping it up.
“How does your present taste?”
“Like heaven.”
The more he devours every piece of me, the more I squirm. “Oz, I think we’re going to have a bit of a problem.”
Bryce’s head pops up with a low growl. “I see no problems here.”
“Baby, I have cake all up in there,” I say, leaning to the side and pointing to my ass.
“Like I said, I see no problems here.” He picks me up, setting me on my feet as he kisses me. It’s soft and quick, ending abruptly when he spins me around, bending me over the counter. My mind goes straight to the messy cake between me and the counter—until Bryce kneels, spreading my ass cheeks, and begins cleaning the mess he made of me. I spread my legs farther apart, giving him more room to explore. Then, mid-swipe of his tongue over my hole, he stops, noticing my last surprise.
“You dirty boy, you.” Bryce chuckles as he pushes on the plug I’ve been wearing for the past few hours, making me moan from the pressure. He continues cleaning me up, pumping the plug in and out until he slowly pulls it from my body, and I feel the absurd amount of lube I used leak out of me.
“Oh my—yeah, babe—fuck,” I hiss, my mind going to a hundred places all at once as Bryce sucks on my needy hole and continues licking all the frosting off every inch of my ass. “Yep.No problems. None,” I pant, gripping the island as the first of his fingers enters me, and my legs begin to shake.
“You like this? Being my toy? Letting me play with you any way I please?” Bryce’s sultry tone lights my insides on fire, and I’m almost embarrassed by the sounds leaving my body when he hooks his finger, hitting my prostate at the same time as he bites my ass—almost. “Yeah, beautiful. Tell me.” With no warning, he thrusts another finger inside me.
“I like this. Love this. Need this. Need you,” I say, with every labored word sounding needier than the last. “Please, fuck me.”
“Not until I’m sure you’re ready.” He adds another finger, pumping in and out of me while his free hand wraps around my shaft, making me gasp at the small bit of relief. “Does your cock need me, too?”
“Yes. All of me needs you. All of you. All the time. Forever.” My words sound more like begging through my whimpering, but I’m not opposed to it if it gets him inside me. “Please, fuck me—now.”
With those final pleading words, I’m left empty when Bryce stands, pulling his fingers out of me. The sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by him tugging it out of the loops in one swift motion, sends a jolt of excitement through my entire body. The clank as it drops to the floor has me perking up my ass even more until he pulls my purple lace up again, and I feel his cock against my entrance. I push back into him, silently begging for more.
“Someone is desperate for it,” he says, sliding his cockhead up and down my crease, teasing me, making me yearn for him like a feral animal.
“Stop playing dirty, Oz. Give me that fucking cock. Now, before I burst into a million pieces,” I say through gritted teeth before adding a softened, “Baby, please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He pushes into me in one quick thrust until we’re skin-to-skin, both of us groaning in unison. With a slow, breathy exhale, I relax into him.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I look over my shoulder to find Bryce staring down at where we’re connected covered in purple lace, and smile. “Happy Birthday, Oz.”
He leans over my back, kissing my shoulders, and whispers, “Thank you.” He tucks his arms under mine, placing his hands on the front of my shoulders, and begins to roll his hips into me. “Do you know what you do to me?”
“Tell me.”
“You already know how much I love seeing you in a jock.” He thrusts shallowly into me. “Then you go and add some lace after I mentioned it once months ago.” The next thrust is harder as he stands upright. He dips his thumb in the chocolate next to us and swipes it across my lips. “But then you go and make it purple—my favorite color—and make sweet treats for me.” I take his thumb into my mouth and suck the chocolate off it as he pushes into me again, making me moan around it. “No one has ever loved me like you do.” His hand slides from my face down my back, joining his other hand on either side of my hips. “And no one will ever love you as much as I do. So, I’ll show you for the rest of my life what you do to me, because words aren’t enough.” He begins to slowly drive into me, hands holding on tightly, surely leaving bruises on my hips for me to see in the morning. My body slides along the cakey mess beneath me, impeding his efforts to fuck me harder, but that doesn’t stop him from trying.
With every thrust, he pulls me back into him. “Fuck, babe. You’re beautiful.” He swipes his fingers through the smeared cake and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me upright, my back to his chest. His beard brushes against my earlobe. “Wrap your hand around that perfect cock and make yourselfcome while I fuck you so hard you’ll never forget who you belong to,” he says, then squeezes my throat and licks frosting off my cheek before his hands return to my hips.
I bend over and rest one hand against the edge of the counter, wrapping the other around my cock as he begins pounding into me. I’m achingly hard, and my long strokes provide some relief, but I need to come.
“Faster,” he growls. “I need you to come with me.”
