by James, J. P.
I stir the stew and admire the chunks of beef and vegetables soaking up the flavorful broth. I hope Bryce loves it. So far he’s liked everything I’ve cooked for him and has never turned down a plate. He usually grabs seconds, so I make enough to keep him satisfied. It was a little chilly today, so I figured a nice hot stew over a bed of white rice would warm him up on this brisk autumn night. I don’t know how long he plans on sticking around, but while he’s here I’m going to make him happy.
I unlock the back door so Bryce can sneak into my house without anyone seeing. So far we’ve been very careful and no one suspects that we’re sleeping together. I wish we could come out and announce our relationship to the world, but most of Smithtown is still mourning Ryan’s death so it would look pretty bad if they knew what was really happening. Deep in my heart, I believe Ryan would want me to move on though. My husband would want me to be happy, even if it’s with his best friend. He would want for someone to care for me the way Bryce does.
Oh, Ryan. I still miss him, but Bryce’s touch seems to make everything okay. A swarm of butterflies fill my stomach every time he holds my hand and his kisses turn me into putty. The day I lost my husband, the man of my dreams walked into my life. Keeping our affair a secret hasn’t been easy, especially with everyone constantly checking on me to make sure I’m okay, but I manage. I appreciate my neighbors, but their sympathy makes it hard to sneak around. That’s why Bryce is still staying at the hotel and not here with me. We can’t risk getting caught under any circumstances.
The thrill of it all turns me on, but I wish we didn’t have to sneak around. It doesn’t feel right. Yet, when Bryce comes over, we can’t keep our hands off of each other. We make love every night and collapse in each other’s arms as our bodies climax again and again. Throughout the day my hardness craves him and I impatiently wait for night to come, so I can revel in his strong arms again.
The back door knob turns and I tingle knowing that Bryce is on the other side. His large frame struts through the door like a gladiator ready for battle. This man makes my heart skip a beat every time I see him. I jump into his arms and he catches me with ease. Our lips touch as we share a fervent kiss, and my body becomes limp in his arms as I submit to his will. Frankly, his lips could convince me to do anything without him ever having to say a word. He runs his fingers through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I don’t know how it’s possible, but Bryce’s kisses get better with time. They’re meaningful, and touch me to my core.
“God, I missed you,” he says.
“I missed you too,” I murmur, staring back into his bright blue eyes. Bryce left my house this morning at the crack of dawn so that no one would see. We’ve only been apart for less than twenty-four hours, but if feels like it’s been a lifetime.
“You’re even more handsome than when I left you this morning,” he says, gently caressing my cheek. I smile, and I’m sure my face is turning a crimson red from his compliment.
“Oh stop,” I murmur as I playfully push him away, but he quickly pulls me back into his arms, my favorite place to be. He kisses me softly and my heart throbs as he holds me in his grasp. I rest my head on his chest and listen to the thumping in his chest.
“It beats for you,” he says. “Only for you, sweetheart.” I look up at the billionaire and can tell that he genuinely means it. But then Bryce takes a whiff of the heavenly aroma that has filled my kitchen, and I almost have to laugh. The way to a man’s heart is truly through his stomach. “Something sure does smell good in here,” he says in a moan, his eyes practically fluttering closed.
“Have a seat, I’ll make you a plate,” I laugh, as I take two bowls out of the cupboard. He grabs me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and gently kissing me on the cheek.
“You’re so good to me Conor. You really know how to make a man feel amazing. The guys in New York are nothing like you. They don’t cook or clean or know shit about how to make a man happy,” he says, causing me to blush again. He adores everything I do and always makes me feel appreciated. It’s good to know my efforts aren’t going to waste on a partner who can’t see my worth. Ryan liked my cooking, but he never ate much and was really thin. By contrast, Bryce doesn’t leave anything behind and I love it.
“Really? I love cooking, always have ever since I was a little boy. And keeping a house clean is just in my nature,” I say as I scoop a large helping of the stew on top of the white rice.
“Mmm that sure does look good,” Bryce says as he takes a seat at the table. I place the bowl in front of him and hand him a spoon. “I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure it’s delicious,” he says as he digs in. I make myself a bowl of the stew and sit across from him as he devours his meal.
“How is it?” I ask.
“It’s the best beef stew I’ve ever tasted,” he replies, warming my heart. Bryce doesn’t need those men in New York City. He needs a real man like me, one who can take care of him. He needs someone who can have a home cooked meal waiting for him when he gets home after a long day of work, and not someone that feeds him takeout every night.
“I’m glad you like it,” I murmur, blushing a bit. Everything feels so right with Bryce, but how long will it last? In the back of my mind I still feel guilty for moving on so fast. I should be mourning the death of my husband, but instead I’m falling for his best friend. It all seems so surreal still. Ryan and I stood at the altar saying our vows, but I had no idea I would lose him an hour later.
But I keep telling myself that Ryan is gone and he’s never coming back. I have to carry on in life because that’s what’s best for me. If the shoe were on the other foot and I was the one in that accident, I would want him to move on and be happy. Plus, I’ve found something special with Bryce. Of course the sex is great, but that isn’t what binds us. Bryce’s heart is the size of the moon and when I’m with him I feel like I’m floating in air. I felt like I was being weighed down after Ryan’s death, but now because of Bryce I’m as light as a feather. Plus, he makes me laugh so hard that my stomach starts to ache, and at night, we slow dance together barefoot in my living room. We share the kind of romance I’ve always dreamed of, and I feel like the luckiest person in the world.
I just wish we didn’t have to hide, but it is what it is. We’re adults and we shouldn’t have to creep around, but I feel like we don’t have any choice. No one can know about us just yet, and maybe even ever because how am I supposed to explain to everybody that I fell in love with my dead husband’s friend? It’ll look like I never truly loved Ryan. Plus, what will Nancy say? Ryan might be gone, but she and I are still a major part of each other’s lives. I wouldn’t want her to find out that I slept with another man on the night of my wedding, the one she worked so hard to plan. She’d hate me for sure and then I’d probably lose her too.
“I’ll do the dishes,” Bryce says as he clears the table. I think it’s so sexy that he always does the dishes after I cook. We work together as a team and that means a lot to me. I admire his ass from behind as he cleans up the kitchen. It’s sexy and tight, and makes my mouth water.
Ryan never helped out around the house. He never cleaned and he couldn’t fix a thing, which is weird for a farmer. Most farmers are pretty good with their hands, but Ryan was bad with anything mechanical. Bryce, on the other hand, fixed my leaky sink faucet the other day and I didn’t even have to ask him to do it. He did it all on his own. It feels good to have a manly man around the house.
“Thank you for cleaning up,” I say as I spoon Bryce’s muscular body from behind.
“You’re welcome,” he says, kissing my hand. He turns around and wraps his limbs around me. I inhale slightly and Bryce’s male musk drives me insane. He’s got the wildest male aphrodisiacs, and I fall for them each and every time. I nuzzle my face into his pecs and bask in his scent. His arms have become my new home and I want to live in them forever.
My lover tilts my head up and we lock eyes for a brief second before we lock lips. I wrap
my arms around his neck and press my body against his. That mouth get me hotter than the Sahara Desert and I can feel a hardening between my thighs already. His large hands caress my lower back, making tingles shoot up my spine.
“Come on,” I say as I grab his hand and lead him into my bedroom. I want to feel his lips kiss every inch of my body.
He closes the door behind us and takes off his T-shirt, revealing godlike abs. I kiss from his chest down to his rock hard stomach. As I smooch his muscles I unbutton his pants, dropping them and his boxers down to the ground. His engorged rod is as solid as a rock, and my mouth waters hungrily. I’m still getting used to his massive size, but it’s not easy. I don’t know that it’ll ever be easy, seeing that he’s at least ten inches long and as wide around as my fist.
I slowly ease my way onto the floor, kneeling with his wood in front of my face. Softly, I press kisses to his inner thighs, sucking them slightly to tease him. Bryce stares down at me, waiting for me to engulf his shaft. I massage it with both of my hands as I kiss the head, swirling my tongue around it.
“Put it all the way in your mouth,” he commands. I love hearing his deep voice, and obligingly, I wrap my lips around his cock and thrust my head forward until it’s down my throat.
He grunts as I suck on his thick tool, and the sound from his lips gets me hard. He places his hand on the back of my head and gently pushes it, making his cock go deeper down my throat. A baritone moan leaves his lips as he strokes my mouth.
“Do you like that?” comes my garbled question.
“Yes,” his deep voice whispers. The sound of it gets me so turned on, and I thrust my head faster, slurping with every motion. He lets out a few more grunts before he pulls himself out of my mouth and helps me up off the floor. “Get on the bed,” he says, heaving a bit.
I do as he says and crawl onto the bed like a cat in heat. I’m ready for whatever he wants to do to my body. He takes my shirt off and tosses it across the room, then slips my pants and boxers off in one swift movement. Bryce pushes me back on the bed, and then holds both my knees back so that my cock and asshole are exposed fully, admiring the view.
“You’re so ready for me,” he growls, leaning forward to lick my shaft with a clever tongue. I moan and throw my head back in heat.
“More, Bryce, more,” is my ragged plea.
But a devilish gleam lights his eyes, and he pulls back.
“No sweetheart, let’s go slow this time. Sit on my face,” he says as he pulls my torso up off of the bed. His body replaces mine on the mattress and I lower myself onto his sweet sexy lips. They kiss my balls, then he moves back a bit until that slick tongue skates across my anus. Oh shit! It feels so good! I grind my hips back and forth, riding his face as my back arches and shivers run down my spine.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan as my body experiences pure ecstasy. His tongue strokes my pucker harder, making my head spin. Oh gosh, here it comes! I burst and my semen shoots everywhere, spraying the sheets, the headboard, and the coverlet. Bryce laughs, and pushes his tongue even deeper into my anus, enjoying the way it spasms around his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he moans against my ass. “Any little thing I do drives you crazy.”
Once the tremors stop, I roll over to the side and try to catch my breath, but Bryce has other plans. He climbs on top of me and pushes my legs back. He eases his gigantic cock into my still-shaking asshole, and I gasp as his huge size conquers my bottom. Oh god, I still can’t believe something this enormous can fit inside of me. He kisses my neck as he strokes deep, pounding my prostate. My legs quiver with each thrust, and I’m powerless in his hands.
“Is this how you like it?” he asks, thrusting harder.
“Yes just like that,” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”
But Bryce has other plans. “I want you to get on top,” he says. He lays on his back and I gasp. No! I can’t! His huge ten-inch monster points straight at the ceiling, wet and shiny from his pre-cum. But Bryce meets my eyes and grins with a glint in that blue gaze.
“Sit on it, baby,” he commands. “Lower that tight asshole onto my rod.”
I have no choice but to obey. Spreading my legs, I straddle him, letting the pucker probe at my ass. This isn’t going to work because he’s so big. But Bryce won’t let me get away. His giant hands circle my waist, and he holds me in place while fixing me with that domineering gaze.
“Sit baby,” is his command, and bonelessly, I obey.
Slowly, I slide myself down his pole. He grunts as I ease myself down on his shaft. Fuck, Bryce is huge and all the air leaves my lungs as my asshole stretches to accommodate his girth. But finally, he’s all in, and we both let out throaty moans.
“Oh god,” is my breathless cry. “Help!”
I grind my hips, rocking back and forth on his cock and now I’m the one that’s in control. He caresses my abs and plays with my nipples as I ride him in the moonlight. My ass gets pounded again and again as I lift my hips before dropping them, my breath rushing out with a whoosh each time that huge meat enters me. I’m almost at my peak again and I can tell he’s almost there too. I thrust my hips faster, causing us both to moan.
“Bryce I’m going to come again,” I gasp.
“I’m about to come too,” he says, gritting his teeth. He grabs hold of my hips and strokes my cock as my body jerks in his hands. Just as I spasm on his thick wood, he shoots a stream of warm white semen inside of me, our bodies in sync. My figure caves in, crumpling on top of his as ecstasy rockets through my pole, hot white semen jetting all over my lover’s chest. It keeps going and going, pumping gallons of seed as I ride Bryce all the way to heaven.
Finally, we relax a bit and he pulls me down for a kiss. He pushes one of my locks behind my ear and kisses my forehead. A man could really get used to this feeling, because Bryce puts me on cloud nine. It feels like we’re the only two people on this planet, like everyone else has disappeared. I wish that was true because then we wouldn’t have to hide our romance. Unfortunately, we have to conceal our affair within the corners of my home, but at least while we’re in here it’s like we’re in our own little world.
“I’m glad I stayed here a little longer than I planned,” he murmurs.
“Me too, but don’t you miss your home and your business? I’m sure you’re getting tired of being stuffed up in that hotel suite every day, no matter how lavish it is,” I laugh.
“Kind of,” he replies. “But it’s all worth it, because I get to be here with you.” But I have a question on the tip of my tongue.
“Bryce, what’s going to happen when you do go back?” I inquire.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Will I ever see you again?” I question.
“Of course,” he replies, tilting my head up so our eyes meet. “Why would you think otherwise?”
I smile shyly. “Because we’ll be miles apart,” I say.
“That doesn’t matter, we can always visit each other,” he says.
“I’m a preschool teacher. I can’t just pick up and leave Bryce. And people will start to talk if they notice you hanging around town a lot,” I say. It’s true, my lover hasn’t been back to Smithtown since he graduated high school. It’ll seem pretty suspicious if he’s suddenly here every other week. I want things to work between us, but how can they? I’m Ryan’s widower and I’m supposed to be grieving. Yet, instead I’m making love to my dead husband’s friend.
“Conor, nothing can keep me away from you,” Bryce says with an intense look in his eyes. I want to believe him. After all, Bryce is a self-made billionaire. He could care less about gossiping neighbors and the distance between us. He’s the kind of man that knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. It scares me a little, but I love that about him.
“You’re so fearless,” I say admiringly.
“You have to be when you live in New York City,” he chuckles. “Learning how to be unafraid is how I was able to succeed in the business w
orld.”
“I wish I had enough courage to leave this small town like you did. All I know is Smithtown,” I admit. I’ve never really traveled. In fact, my honeymoon would’ve been my first time out of the United States. I’ve always wanted to leave my tiny home, but Ryan was so close-minded. The furthest either of us have ever been was to neighboring towns.
By contrast, Bryce picked up and left at the mere age of eighteen and never looked back. “There’s a whole world outside of here Conor. I’m going take you places you’ve never been before,” he says.
“It’s always been my dream to travel the world. I want to visit the Eiffel Tower and eat real Italian pizza in Milan,” I breathe. Ryan thought airplanes were too flashy and that we should eat hamburgers or hot dogs for every meal.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go. I own a private jet,” my lover chuckles. It’s great that he’s willing to do anything to make me happy, but I don’t want him for his money, it’s his heart that I’m after.
“Don’t go making a fuss over me,” I say humbly.
“It’s no problem at all,” he says. “I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, not because I want to flash my money around, but because you deserve it Conor. Let me take care of you.” His sincere eyes make my heart race, and I’m falling hard for him.
“You worked hard to get to where you are today, and I don’t want you blowing you money on me,” I hedge. Bryce grins.
“Money is good, but you can’t take it with you and it sure as hell will never love you. I want someone I can spend the rest of my life with. I want that with you,” he professes. Oh boy, this little heart of mine is about to beat out of my chest.