A Simple Truth Page 6

  Bryce’s breath hitched. “Oh? What have you had in your ass?”

  Charlie angled Bryce’s cock down so that he could lick at the tip. “Oh, I went on a porno binge after Sarah moved out and got hooked on Johnny Hazzard. So I ordered the dildo they modeled on him.” Turning his head, he skimmed his lips halfway down the shaft, making sure to keep his eyes fixed upward on Bryce. “Yours is nicer, though.”

  “Thanks,” Bryce murmured, watching him with half-lidded eyes, and he wasn’t sure what got to the younger man the most. His words or the way his mouth moved over his taut skin, like they had all the time in the world. He smelled of sweat and musk—that wholly masculine scent that always made Charlie’s mouth water for more.

  When he reached the base, he grasped Bryce’s length and tilted him back up again, pulling hard so that his balls were in better view. His nose nudged in the coppery hair, but it was the texture of the sac against his tongue that made him ache. He dropped his jaw in order to suck it past his lips and into his mouth. He wanted to be filled with this man. This was only the beginning.

  “Charlie…that feels…God.” Bryce palmed the back of his head, massaging his scalp gently. Charlie felt the tremble in his fingers, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that he was already having such a strong effect on the other man. Even as he rolled his tongue around Bryce’s balls, it seemed like the contact so far had been minimal. A mere hint of all the things Charlie wanted to do, wanted to experience.

  He let him go, albeit reluctantly, and licked a different path up the side of Bryce’s shaft yet again. “You denied me this last night.” He circled the ridge behind the crown, then nibbled around on the second pass. “I tossed and turned thinking about it.”

  “You’re not the only one. All I could think about was…how you tasted, and how good your mouth felt when you kissed me. When I fell asleep, I dreamed about you.”

  Charlie hoped they had been frustrating dreams. He wanted Bryce to want him as badly as Charlie wanted him, though if the man’s dripping cock was anything to gauge by, they were probably very evenly matched. Thinking of the way it dripped in arousal drove Charlie back to the tip, and he dug into the slit in order to taste even more.

  His mouth exploded in a riot of flavor. The only thing that would be better would be swallowing Bryce’s come. Which required licking more than the head.

  Parting his lips, Charlie sank down onto Bryce’s length, keeping the suction tight. He gripped him at the base to hold him still, but his other hand went around to Bryce’s ass. Just the first touch of that firm flesh made him tremble, and he kneaded the cheek roughly, letting his fingers dip into the cleft.

  Bryce’s hand grew heavier where it rested on Charlie’s head, a hint of what he wanted to do, though he didn’t try to wrest the control from Charlie. Bryce’s cock wasn’t the first one he ever swallowed, but it might as well have been. He couldn’t remember tasting anything as delicious as Bryce’s skin. He couldn’t remember feeling anything as smooth as his shaft, or as velvety as the tip of his cock. And he knew he never heard anything like the noises coming from Bryce’s mouth. A sharp intake of breath, whispers of encouragement, groans when words weren’t necessary.

  He took it slow, concentrating on what exactly he was doing. This wasn’t just sex, or at least not the kind of sex he remembered. Sex before Sarah had been quick and dirty, unsatisfying in the end because it only hinted at everything Charlie wanted. Bryce was as willing as he was to be as thorough as they both needed. He let Charlie stop every once in a while at the tip and nibble a path down the side of his shaft. He panted in support when Charlie needed to duck and taste his balls again, experience the coarse texture of the hair against his tongue. He trembled from the restraint he held to not move and meet Charlie’s mouth when Charlie would slide down the length of his cock.

  Bryce was everything Charlie could wish for right then. And yet again, it amazed him that it had been right in front of his eyes the entire time.

  “Charlie, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  Charlie wound his tongue around Bryce’s cock as he rested his lips at the base. He didn’t quite know what Bryce was asking for, but he didn’t intend to stop doing any of it.

  “I want to come in your mouth. I need to feel that.”

  He slid back up the length, taking his time to trace the throbbing vein that ran along the underside. At the tip, he pulled back, holding Bryce steady as he looked up. The hungry ferocity in the green eyes sent a roll of shivers down Charlie’s spine.

  “Consider this blanket permission to come anywhere in or on me you like.” With that out of the way, Charlie swallowed the thick length down again, not stopping until it was wedged in his throat and all he could smell was the musky hair at the base of Bryce’s cock.

  Bryce gripped Charlie’s head with both hands, his palms covering his ears, his fingertips pressed into Charlie’s scalp. Bryce held him in place as he slid his length out of Charlie’s mouth. He started slow, at first, but when only the crown lingered between Charlie’s lips, he pushed forward quickly, filling Charlie’s throat. Charlie tried to move to meet each thrust, but Bryce held him tightly as he snapped his hips.

  There was no choice but to take it, to let Bryce fuck his mouth, bury his cock inside him, pull it out again to tease him with the taste of pre-come. It surprised him how freeing it felt. Charlie couldn’t deny how badly Bryce wanted him this way; the truth was there with every drive past his lips.

  But it also gave him liberty to do even more. To cup Bryce’s balls and squeeze every time he swallowed around the shaft. To seek out his tight hole and trace it with shaking fingers. To moan with hungry satisfaction the faster Bryce moved.

  “That’s it…fuck…that’s it…”

  Bryce’s balls tightened in Charlie’s hand, his only warning before Bryce buried himself in Charlie’s throat one more time. He barely had the chance to brace himself before hot come flooded the back of his mouth.

  Charlie swallowed convulsively. He had no other choice. Even then, it kept coming, faster than he could take in, and the terrifying fear that he’d choke drove him to concentrate even more. He closed his eyes. Breathed in Bryce’s scent. Held onto Bryce’s ass as they both trembled from the force of it. And just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, the muscles in the other man’s body relaxed, his hips easing back so that he wasn’t completely sheathed in Charlie’s throat.

  He refused to let Bryce pull all the way out, though. The weight of Bryce’s cock on his tongue was almost as good as feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm rippling against his palms.

  Even though Charlie didn’t want to release him, Bryce gradually eased out of his mouth, inch by inch. As soon he was free, he collapsed on the bed, his breath still coming in sharp gasps. “I can’t remember the last time I felt anything like that.”

  Stretching out alongside him, Charlie propped his head up on his hand in order to be able to see every inch of Bryce. His skin had gone slightly pink, and sweat dampened his collarbone. On a whim, Charlie bent down and licked some of it away.

  “It’s good to hear I’m not nearly as out of practice as I was afraid.”

  “I definitely wouldn’t call you out of practice.” He hooked his fingers over Charlie’s waistband. “You are a bit overdressed, though.”

  With a smile, Charlie swatted his hand away. “Who said I was done?” He rose from the bed and went around the end, toeing off his shoes as he finished opening up his pants. “You promised I could get your ass. And since you’re not quite ready to fuck me yet…”

  “I think you’re not going to be happy until you literally drive me crazy with your mouth.”

  “You have a problem with that?”

  “Absolutely not. In fact, you’ll find I’m most agreeable.”

  Charlie had to bend slightly in order to get his pants and boxers off, but when he straightened to toss them aside, the first thing he saw was Bryce’s gaze locked on his body. His mouth went dry, and he w
as pretty sure his hand was shaking when he released the garments.

  “I’m just glad you want me to drive you crazy.” Charlie set his knuckles on the end of the bed and crawled up its length, unable to look away from the younger man as he settled above him. “Is this better?”

  “Much.” Bryce smoothed his palm up Charlie’s ribs and over his back. “It’s going to be nice, you know. Not trying to hide all the time I spend checking you out.”

  “That’s supposed to be my line.” Though it pleased him to no end that someone like Bryce had noticed him at all.

  “I’ve had straight friends before who got all weird because they thought I was checking them out. I didn’t want the same thing to happen with you. That didn’t stop me from looking every chance I got.”

  Charlie smiled. “When you get to be my age, you’re just glad anybody’s looking at all.”

  Bryce looked at him thoughtfully. “You don’t really notice it, do you?”

  “Notice what?”

  “Everybody looks at you, Charlie. Men. Women. Old. Young. Gay. Straight. You are the type of man everybody pays attention to.”

  He flushed at the compliment, but he could tell from Bryce’s tone that he meant every word of it. “I’ve spent most of my adulthood feeling like I was hiding behind this wall, and all I could do was peer over because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was really like.” Bowing his head, he grazed his lips along Bryce’s jaw. “This is what I’m really looking forward to. Not having to pretend anything with you, more than anyone else.”

  Charlie only a saw a flash of Bryce’s smile before he drew him down to press their mouths together. Bryce teased his lips, his tongue flitting over the seam and probing at the corner before finally pushing to deepen the caress. Charlie sighed, opening up to the slow onslaught.

  “You won’t ever have to do that again,” Bryce said against his mouth. “Not with me.”

  Though Bryce’s desire might be temporarily sated, Charlie’s was not. The touch of their tongues was enough to ignite the craving to get his mouth elsewhere on the gorgeous young man, and he reached down to grasp one of Bryce’s thighs. He pushed the leg up and sideways, smiling into the kisses when Bryce did the same automatically with the other one.

  “Time to work on making me happy again,” he teased.

  “Work? I think this is my favorite job,” Bryce murmured as Charlie began to move down his body. Despite Charlie’s eagerness to get his mouth on Bryce’s ass, he didn’t rush. He nibbled at Bryce’s throat, then drew a lazy pattern with his tongue down Bryce’s chest. He diverted to a dark nipple, dragging the flat of his tongue over the skin until Bryce arched his back.

  “Tell me how you like it.” Charlie switched to the other nipple, licking around it with just the tip of his tongue before flicking it into a taut peak. “If I feel the need to bite you, are you going to tell me to stop?”

  “Honestly, I don’t think you can do anything that would make me tell you to stop. Besides, I do like it a bit rough.”

  He had to close his eyes for fear of his relief shining through them. Not that Bryce was paying that much attention, but it was still good to know that so far, their needs and wants were evenly matched.

  Charlie mirrored each path of his mouth with one for his fingers, exploring the hard angles of Bryce’s hips long before he reached them. He especially liked the line of his pelvis, sloping down into his groin. He specifically diverted his tongue in order to lick across it, moaning in satisfaction when he did it yet again.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Bryce’s words were thick and low. “Do you know how you want it? Because I want to pin you to the bed and pound into you until we’re both broken.”

  The sudden image he evoked made Charlie groan. “Sounds like an excellent plan to me.”

  He flattened his hands along the underside of Bryce’s thighs and pushed them up, exposing the dark crease of his ass, the darker shadow of his clenching hole. Each constriction echoed into Charlie’s body, and the need to know what it felt like swelled inside him. Charlie licked the seam of Bryce’s thigh, then angled closer, stopping at the velvety skin behind his balls first.

  “I have a feeling I’m going to be begging you to fuck me every time I see you,” he breathed. “You make me feel a little drunk on it all.”

  “That’ll…that’ll certainly give me incentive to visit often. I’ll…oh.” The words were cut off as Charlie’s tongue brushed across Bryce’s hole. “Oh, God.”

  He circled the tight hole again and again, and Bryce gasped and swore each time. He spread his legs even wider, digging his heels into the bed, pushing against Charlie’s mouth.

  Charlie filled his hands with the tight flesh and pulled the cheeks farther apart, his fingers hard in the muscle. His entire body shook with desire. His head spun. His mouth watered. Each of Bryce’s responses—even from such a simple thing as tracing his opening—stoked his need higher, consuming every thought, every impulse. He loved the way it twitched against his tongue. He loved the scrape of hair against his cheek. It was better than any fantasy he’d ever had. And there was only one way to make it even better than that.

  With careful deliberation, Charlie stopped his teasing and hovered over the hole. His tongue flattened against it for a moment, soothing the muscle. As soon as he felt it relax, he shifted yet again and pushed the tip of his tongue as deep inside the passage he could get.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

  Charlie couldn’t see Bryce’s face, but he could imagine it. His eyes screwed shut, his color high, pleasure marking his features. Just the tone of his voice was enough to let Charlie know that Bryce’s world had narrowed down to everywhere Charlie’s tongue touched his skin. Charlie closed his jaw slightly, just enough to let the points of his teeth scrape across Bryce’s sensitive flesh. That set off another volley of encouragement, and his hips began to rock.

  His grip pulled Bryce higher, off the bed, so Charlie could drive his tongue even deeper. Once it became clear Bryce was steady, Charlie let go with one hand and began playing with the man’s softened cock. It was too soon for him to get to full arousal yet, but eating his ass was starting to work Bryce up again. Charlie trailed his thumb down to Bryce’s balls, caressing them gently. Just that soft touch electrified Charlie. Within a few strokes, he rocked against the bed, rubbing his erection against the blankets at the same rhythm Bryce was moving.

  Bryce’s cock gradually began to harden under Charlie’s attention. He continued to massage Bryce while he fucked him with his mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself as Bryce’s body grew harder and tighter, every muscle tensing. Charlie vibrated with their shared desire, aching to be pinned to the bed, but not enough to take his mouth from Bryce’s hot flesh.

  The sheets beneath his hips were damp from his pre-come, softening the friction of grinding against them. He slid a few inches to the left, in search of a dry patch, and snorted in amusement when Bryce followed with him.

  “I almost think you like this more than I do.” He looked down at Bryce’s hole, glistening and slightly open. “Do you get fucked, too, or do you always top?”

  “Versatile. I like it both ways.”

  Charlie groaned. “So if I suggest maybe getting a turn…”

  “You don’t have to suggest it. Tell me you want it.”

  His heart stopped. So much had gone right on this night already. So many steps taken. In some ways, he felt like a brand new man. In others, it felt like this was what he’d always been. There in the middle was Bryce, prompting him along so that he wouldn’t stumble.

  “I want to fuck you, too,” he managed to get out. “God, I can’t believe I actually said that out loud.”

  “I’m really glad you did. Because otherwise, I would have been forced to ask for it. I can still ask, if you want me to.”

  He didn’t need to hear it. He just needed to know one thing.

  “Do you want it now?” He licked a path up Bryce’s body, starting at his balls
and ending at his throat. “Whatever you want. Just name it.”

  Bryce wrapped his arms around Charlie and rolled over, pinning him to the mattress in a swift, fluid move. “I already named it. Pinning you to the bed.” He moved his hips, allowing the tip of his erection to drag against Charlie’s abdomen. “You’re still on board with that, right?”

  “Oh, God, yes.” Though he couldn’t tear away from those green eyes, Charlie jerked his head toward the nightstand. “Everything’s in the top drawer. Use whatever you want.”

  Bryce sat up on his knees and rummaged through the drawer, pulling out several condoms and the lube. Charlie expected him to stop at that point, but he kept digging through the drawer until he held up the dildo.

  “I think this will be good to stretch you.”

  His brows shot up at the possibility. He hadn’t thought of it as a toy to use between lovers. It seemed extraneous when they already had two cocks to play with.

  “I can…” Charlie swallowed and tried again. “Are you going to do it, or do you want me to?”

  “Oh, I’m going to do it. I want to see how your ass looks when this splits you open.” As he spoke, he covered the toy with the lube, spreading it over the tip down the shaft. He sought out Charlie’s hole with his slick fingers, teasing the tight hole before easing his first finger into the channel. “Actually, save that thought. I think I’ll want to watch you do it later.”

  The intrusion was welcome, wanted, and Charlie squeezed around the finger in hopes of getting more. “The more you talk, the more I think we’re never getting out of this bed.”

  “That’s just crazy. We’ll have to get out of bed at some point for food.” Bryce rotated his wrist one way, then the other, spreading the lubricant before adding a second finger. “You know, to replenish our energy.”

  Charlie grabbed his knees in order to lift his ass a little higher for Bryce. “And those Saturday nights you promised me. Going out and having fun, you said.” He gasped when a third finger joined the two. It was about the same girth as the dildo, but damn if knuckles and nails didn’t make all the difference in sensation. “Though I think this certainly counts as its own fun.”