by T A. McKay
I repeat the question in my head and it hits me how suggestive it might sound to him. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. As stupid as it sounds, and I can’t believe I'm admitting this. I'm a fighter dammit, I never do this.” I make sure I'm looking him in the eye as I speak, letting him know that I mean every single word. “But I want you to spend the night and I want to hold you while you sleep.”
The sexiest blush covers Bryce’s cheeks. Fuck, he is so attractive, I have no idea what he sees in me. I'm new to this and I'm going to make so many mistakes, but I'm planning on holding onto him as long as I can. I brush my hand over his cheek, feeling the heat under my fingers and I realize I need to man up and show him that I am all Alpha, and I will, tomorrow, after I hold him.
“I think I’d like that. One question though, who’s spooning who?” He winks and I laugh as I stand and grab his hand, pulling him up behind me.
“You’re a funny man, Mr. Tanner, a funny, funny man.”
His laughter follows me as I drag him down the hall to my room.
Chapter 10
I wake in the morning surrounded by heat. It feels amazing and I don’t want to move but there is a rather large dick pushing into my arse. That causes a smile to appear on my face and I push my arse back to meet it. A groan meets my ear with a breeze of warm breath. My dick instantly goes from semi hard to fully erect in the blink of an eye.
“I'm pretty sure I could wake up like this every morning. Your ass feels amazing.” The words are whispered in my ear just before his lips brush over my neck.
Fuck, I could wake up like this every morning as well, I'm pretty sure this is the best wake up call I've ever had. I grind against him again, lingering slightly to make sure he doesn’t mistake what I'm doing. Teeth meet my shoulder before the body behind me moves away, leaving cool air moving over my overheated skin.
“Behave. I'm going to start breakfast. There is an extra toothbrush in the bathroom if you want it. See you in the kitchen.”
I roll onto my back and contemplate opening my eyes but I think that not looking at Zeke is the best option at the moment. I'm already at bursting point and I haven’t even seen him in his sleepy hotness yet. If I look at him I don’t know if I will be able to control the urge I have to pin him to the bed and show him how good we could be together.
“Are you trying to tell me I have morning breath?”
The bed dips beside my hip and he kisses my lips gently before brushing his nose over mine. “I tried to be subtle, but I seriously suggest you brush your teeth.” I hear the humor in his voice and laugh as I feel him leave the bed.
Once he leaves the room I brave opening my eyes and look around to see Zeke’s room in the daylight. Last night we’d only put on a small lamp as we lay in bed and talked some more. It was nice, being wrapped in his arms while we spoke about… well pretty much about everything and nothing. Our favorite foods, sports and then we spent a strange ten minutes talking about feminine hygiene products. I laugh as I get up from the bed, and I try to remember how that conversation came up but draw a blank.
I run my hand through my hair and walk in to the hall, trying to get my bearings so I can find the bathroom. I used it last night but everything looks different in the light and it takes me opening a few doors to finally find it. Locking the bathroom door behind me I stand in front of the mirror. I can’t help but notice that my eyes are shining with happiness, the kind of happiness that I thought I would never see again after Austin. Austin, my smile falters as I remember him. He's the reason I stopped kissing Zeke last night out in the garden and almost ran from the house. It’s the stupidest thing ever, and I don’t want to spend my life comparing them, but last night I did. When I told Zeke last night that he was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen there wasn’t an ounce of lie in those words. I truly haven’t seen anyone like him before and that caused a lot of guilt to stir inside of me. I loved Austin, I will always love him, but there’s just something about Zeke that makes my heart beat faster. I don’t think I ever looked at Austin and felt my body react the same way it does with Zeke, and I'm having a hard time coping with the feelings. I’ve been alone for the last eighteen months because I felt that I didn’t deserve to be with anyone when I couldn’t protect Austin. It’s my fault that he’s gone. When I first laid eyes on Zeke all thoughts of being alone vanished from my head. Actually, I had no thoughts of Austin at all.
Maybe this is the universe’s way of telling me I've been mourning for long enough and it put Zeke Raine in my path for a reason. I'm hoping the reason is the one I want it to be. I want to be with Zeke and I pray to god I'm not fooling myself.
After brushing my teeth I walk towards the kitchen where I hear dishes being moved and music playing. I follow the noise and enter the kitchen where I stop just inside the entrance, my feet suddenly becoming cemented to the floor. Fuck, this guy is so sexy. He’s standing by the sink with his back to me. His pajama shorts hang low on his hips and I want to run over and lick the dimples on his lower back. No one should look this hot in tartan shorts, but my mouth is watering from watching him and my dick is painfully hard. He’s washing up some pots and pans and I can see the muscles in his shoulders flexing. I love hard bodies, but my favorite thing on a guy is a sexy back. I walk over to him quietly, pressing my naked chest to his back and enjoy his body shivering against mine. I lick up the side of his neck and the taste of his skin makes me moan in pleasure. God, how I want to devour this man.
“Is it my turn to make you come?” I tease him with my words as I wrap my arms around his waist, tickling his skin just above the top of his shorts with my fingers. His head drops back and he pushes his arse against me.
“Can I taste you? If you don’t want it just say no, but fuck, Zeke, I want you in my mouth.”
His stuttered breath gives me confidence that he wants this and I move my hand under the elastic of his shorts. “You can tell me to stop at any time and I will, but I need to do this. For my own sanity, I need to do this.” I barely recognize the husky voice that comes out of me as I finally wrap my hand around his dick.
“Holy fuck, Bryce.” His body jumps like I've given him an electric shock and I know how he feels. My hand feels like it’s on fire as I rub over his soft skin. He’s everything I imagined he would be: hard and smooth, hot and thick. I tighten my hand around him, loving the way he fills my hand with his size. It’s not enough, I want my mouth around him when he comes.
I carefully pull his shorts over his erection and let them to fall to his ankles. I step back, making sure that Zeke can stand on his own before I drop to my knees, and work myself between his body and the kitchen unit. I make sure I don’t touch him as I settle on my knees and just look up at him, waiting for him to give me the go ahead. His dick is mere inches from my mouth and I can’t help but lick my lips as it twitches. I can see Zeke’s hands clutching the edge of the sink, his knuckles white from the pressure of his grasp and his eyes wide as he looks down at me. God, he looks fucking sexy when he's turned on. I look up at him, heat passing between us as we look into each other’s eyes. I can feel my body vibrate with need and I give in to the urge to taste him. I flick my tongue out, lightly caressing his head and we both moan when I make contact. He tilts his hips, giving the approval I have been so desperate for. I lick my lips before taking the end of his dick into my mouth. His taste explodes over my taste buds and I moan, pressing my tongue into his slit to try and get more.
“Oh fuck.” I hear the words from above me but I’m too focused on the feeling of him in my mouth. I want to take it slow for him and let him see how good it is when a man blows you. This is his first experience and I want the memory to last forever. I momentarily look up at him as I take him deep into the back of my throat, but I need to close my eyes. The look of sheer pleasure I saw on his face will have me coming in my own shorts if I’d carried on, and I've done that too many times already with this man. Instead I concentrate on taking him deep, sucking on all the areas that I like a
nd hope he likes it too. When I run my tongue behind the head of his dick and gently tease it with little flicks, he pulls down on my chin and I open my mouth for him. He places his dick on my tongue and slides in deep as I try to relax my throat, letting him set the pace he wants.
I reach out and gently cup his balls, pulling on them slightly as he takes full control. His dick hits the back of my throat as he pumps into my mouth making me gag slightly, but I refuse to pull away. Wet hands wrap themselves into my hair and he tugs it as he holds on. I moan, loving the burning sensation that runs through my scalp and makes my skin tingle. It’s been so long since I gave head that I forgot how fucking good it feels doing it. My own dick is like rock and is so close to coming that it’s becoming painful. Zeke’s thrusts falter and he pulls my head back.
“I'm going to come if you don’t stop.”
Why on earth would I stop? I want to taste him when he explodes on my tongue and to show him what I want, I put my hands on his arse and pull him back into my mouth. I hear a cry from him as I suck, my cheeks hollowing out with the pressure.
“Fuck, Bryce, baby. I'm gonna come.”
I bob my head quicker, working up his length to encourage him to let go. The grip on my hair tightens and I'm sure I feel some being pulled out, but I don’t care as drops of pre-cum hit the back of my throat. Fuck he tastes so good and I want more. An almost animalistic cry sounds from above me as the first spurts of cum hit my throat. I suck him even harder, moaning as he thrusts his orgasm into my mouth.
When he's given me everything, I let his dick slip from between my lips and he drops to his knees in front of me. He grabs my face and pulls my lips to his, kissing me with such a passion. I know he has to taste himself on my tongue and it makes me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible at this point. His hands fight with the tie on the front of my shorts until he manages to tug them down enough to have has access to my dick. With an almost desperate feeling, he grabs me and immediately begins to run his fist along my length. My eyes roll into my head with pleasure and I grab his shoulders, needing the support to keep myself upright. Embarrassingly it only takes a couple of strokes before I’m coming in his hands for the second time. I lean my body against his, wrapping my arms around him partly because I physically cannot hold my own body up, and partly because I don’t want to give him the chance to run this time.
“Are you okay?” I'm impressed I managed to get any words out let alone ones that actually make sense. My brain is still a little fuzzy from my orgasm.
He kisses my ear before responding. “I have never been fucking better, babe.”
I smile as he calls me babe again, loving the way it sounds coming from his lips.
I'm struggling to function properly. I'm pretty sure I just shot my brain down Bryce’s throat. Shit, even the thought of it has my dick stirring again. Neither of us has moved, so I'm currently kneeling on the floor with my shorts around my ankles and Bryce’s cock and cum in my hand, and the thing is, I’ve never felt happier in my life. I hear Bryce’s voice, it’s slightly muffled by my neck but his words make me laugh.
“I think I need to go have a shower before your hand dries to my dick. Not that I'm complaining, I rather like your hand there but it might be a bit hard to fight like that.”
Even though I know he's right we both stay as we are for a few more minutes. It’s Bryce that makes the first move and I pull back, looking at his face to make sure there’s no regret there. I know I don’t regret one second of what just happened, and that actually shocks me a little. I like getting head, I would actually say that it’s my favorite, I just didn’t realize how good it would be from a guy. Looking down and seeing my dick disappear into Bryce’s mouth was something above and beyond erotic. He knew exactly when to increase pressure, when to ease back, and then he just knelt there and let me fuck his mouth.
God, I need to stop thinking about it before I'm rock hard again. This guy is doing something to my body. I've never done so little with someone but gotten so much pleasure from it. It makes me wonder how far I'm willing to let this thing between us go. As I look into Bryce’s eyes I realize that I'm willing to give him, or at least try, anything he wants. I want to see where this goes, as long as he's the one showing me the way.
I lean forward and kiss him gently on the lips, loving the smile he gives me in return.
“Go and grab a shower. I’ll finish breakfast and have it waiting for you.” It takes me a few attempts to stand as the feeing slowly returns to my legs. When I'm finally up I reach out and take his hand to help him up as well.
“When you get out I think we need to talk and work out what the hell is happening here.” It might be a little early for this conversation but I think it’s important to get it over and done with. We work together so there is more at stake here than just our feelings, we need to make sure that this wouldn’t affect his job if this doesn’t work out between us. I need him to know that even if this stops today his job is safe, and that I will hold nothing against him. A look of worry passes over Bryce’s face and I can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t look so scared, it’s not that bad. Go grab a shower, babe.” I kiss him again before leaving him standing in the middle of the kitchen. Just as I reach the sink I hear him call my name, I turn to look at him and see that he's looking down at my hands and laughing.
“Do me a favor? Wash your hands before you cook.” He winks at me and leaves me looking at my still messy hands.
I'm sitting at the small table in my kitchen when Bryce walks out of my bedroom wearing the jeans he arrived in yesterday. He's rubbing his still damp hair with a towel and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s fucking gorgeous. It’s still a bit of a shock that I'm finding a guy so attractive, but I can’t deny it any longer. I know he’s not the first guy I’ve looked at in this way but he's the first that I’ve admitted to myself. When my dad told me that my feelings were wrong, that I shouldn’t be thinking like I was, I became an expert in denying them. I can hear the distant voice of my dad in my head but I'm determined not to listen this time. I’ve listened to his advice all my life and it’s gotten me nowhere, maybe it’s time to let the real me out.
“Do you have a spare top I can borrow? My t-shirt is crushed to hell and it’s not smelling too great.” He stands in front of me but I just point to the seat across from me. He sits with a smirk on his face and his dimple shows on his right cheek. It’s not the first time I've seen it, but now I can freely admit how sexy it makes him.
“I like what you’re wearing. I’ll get you something after you eat, I like the scenery at the moment.”
He laughs as he picks up his mug of coffee and takes a drink. “Wow, you make good coffee. Maybe I should get you to make it for me more often.” He looks at me over the top of his mug as he takes another mouthful.
“Maybe you should.” I pick up the bowl of eggs and pile them onto his plate while thinking how to start this conversation.
“As much as I love eggs, I don’t think I will manage the whole bowl.”
I look down and see that I’ve nearly filled his entire plate with scrambled eggs. “Shit. Sorry, let me sort that.”
Bryce reaches out and stops my hand before it grabs the eggs. “Calm down. You’re the one who told me not to worry, so how about you take your own advice. Tell me what’s bothering you.” He lets go of me and I look at the table, unable to meet his eyes just yet.
“See that’s the thing, nothing’s bothering me.” I look up and see a confused look on Bryce’s face. Yeah, I would look like that too if I was him. I continue, trying to make some sort of sense. “This thing between us, it’s not bothering me. I think it should, and I thought it would, but it doesn’t. The way I'm feeling about you doesn’t feel wrong, it feels like I'm meant to be with you.”
I hear a loud sigh from Bryce and see his shoulders visibly relax. “Thank fuck you said that. I was beginning to think that I was the only one feeling… whatever this is.”
I shake
my head, my own relief working its way through my body as Bryce speaks. “No, not just you. Man, this shouldn’t be so hard, but I swear I feel so out of my depth here, Bryce. I don’t do relationships, actually I don’t do anything more than a one night stand. With you though, I want to get to know and be with you. That’s a new thing for me, wanting something more.”
He leans over and grabs my hand, entwining our fingers together. “I know this is all new to you, especially with me being a guy, so I'm letting you decide what you want. I can be anything you want, the only thing I won’t budge on is being faithful. If you’re with me Zeke, then you’re with me. I don’t share, I never have and I won’t start that for anyone.”
I squeeze his hand, trying to decide what exactly I want. I just need to be honest with him and hope he understands. “I hear you. And I don’t know what I want exactly, but I do know that I want to see where this might go. I won’t be able to be with you openly in public until I'm sure, and that’s something you need to decide if you’re happy with. I'm not in a sport where I can come out until I'm sure that’s who I am, but yes, I want to find that out with you and only you. So if you are happy to be with me, behind closed doors, then I’ll try to give you everything.” I finish and look at him expectantly.
He seems to think about what I've said for a few minutes, and I start to worry that he’s going to leave. Maybe I shouldn’t have said I couldn’t be public with him, maybe it was too soon, but I can’t lie to him. I do want this with him but I'm not willing to chance ruining my career for something that might not go anywhere.
“Okay, I can accept that to begin with, but know that if we go somewhere I won’t be your secret.” That’s the best I can ask for, a little time to see if this is what I want.
