by A. E. Wasp
“Professional hockey player,” Bryce gasped arching into Dakota’s touch. “Part of the job.”
Dakota’s hands stilled. “You play pro hockey?”
Bryce nodded, grabbing Dakota’s hips and pulling him down hard as he arched up again.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Dakota got the feeling Bryce wasn’t up for conversation right now as he tugged on Dakota’s dick. Dakota cursed when he ran his thumb across the top of it.
He slid backward far enough to get his hand on the waistband of Bryce’s button fly jeans. “This okay?” he asked, fingers toying with the button.
“Yeah, yes. Please.” Bryce looked dazed, eyes glassy and dark with lust.
If he was this far gone just from some kissing and the feel of another man’s cock in his hand, Dakota couldn’t wait to see how he reacted to the next thing he had planned.
Dakota popped the first button. Bryce gripped his legs right above his knees. When the second button opened, Bryce’s breath hissed through his teeth.
Oh yeah. Bryce was packing serious inches. Dakota ran his finger up the bulge in Bryce’s soft boxers.
Bryce whimpered, fingers digging into Dakota’s legs. Dakota stopped touching Bryce, looking up to see how he was doing. He smirked at the look in his eyes. “More?”
“I’m going to kill you,” Bryce said through clenched teeth.
Dakota slowly opened the next two buttons. “People usually don’t say that until they’ve known me longer.”
Bryce clamped both his hands around Dakota’s head and pulled him down for a kiss that curled Dakota’s toes. He kept Dakota there with one hand in his hair and the other on his back, grinding his cotton-covered cock against Dakota’s bare skin until Dakota yanked himself away.
Hands shaking, he quickly opened the rest of the buttons and yanked the boxers down. Fuck, Bryce’s cock was huge. Dakota slid his next to Bryce’s and grabbed them both with one hand as best as he could. Grunting softly, he thrust forward, dragging his cock along Bryce’s as he did.
“Holy shit.” Bryce’s fingers dug into Dakota’s thighs. “Do that again, please,” he begged, voice shaky.
“You like that?” Dakota’s voice wasn’t much steadier.
“Fuck yeah.” Bryce thrust his hips off the bed searching for more friction.
“Help me,” Dakota ordered. “Wrap your hand around mine.”
Bryce whimpered then did as he was told, moaning at the feeling.
Dakota bent forward, resting his free hand on the mattress for leverage and just went for it, thrusting as hard as he could into their fists. Holy fuck, it felt amazing. He could come easily just from this.
Bryce grunted and cursed with every thrust. “Oh, God. Fuck. Shit.” One hand flew to the headboard, muscles straining and veins popping on his thick arm. “Fuck,” he shouted and yanked his hand off their cocks. “Fuck. Stop.” His pressed his free hand flat on Dakota’s chest and struggled for breath.
Dakota sat up, breathing heavily. The sound of their breath filling up the small room. Outside, a big truck rumbled past.
He waited until Bryce’s breathing slowed down. “Everything okay?”
“Holy shit.” The red flush had spread down Bryce’s chest and sweat shined on his skin despite the cold air. Dakota wanted to lick it, to feel the heat of his blood so close to the skin, but Bryce’s hand kept him still. “I’m gonna come if you move,” Bryce admitted with a small smile.
Dakota laughed then groaned as that small movement made his cock brush against Bryce’s. “Still need—” His voice broke off as Bryce pinched his nipple. “Fucker.” He grabbed Bryce’s hand, flattening it to his chest. “Still wondering if you’re gay?”
Chapter Nine
BRYCE
Bryce laughed softly. “No, I’m pretty sure. But you should let me blow you to be surer.”
“Never let it be said that I stood in the way of a voyage of self-discovery.”
“Yeah, you’re a giver.”
Dakota stroked his cock leisurely, enjoying the feeling.
Bryce’s gaze locked onto the movement of his hand. “Fuck.” He looked back at Dakota. “So, how do we do this with my knee?” He licked his lips, eyes darting back to Dakota’s cock.
“You’re sure you want to? We don’t have to. I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He ran his hand up and down Bryce’s side.
It almost tickled, but somehow Dakota’s touch grounded Bryce. It let him know that Dakota was there with him no matter what happened next.
“I’m good like this,” Dakota said with a laugh. “So good. Don’t feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Bryce took a deep breath. “No. I want to. I really want to. I want to so badly, and I don’t know why. I can’t understand why it took me so long to realize.”
“I don’t know, but can I tell you how fucking glad I am that I’m here for your revelation?”
“I’m glad, too.”
Dakota’s smile was kind, and he kept his touch on Bryce gentle. Bryce didn’t know what Dakota saw in his eyes, but it was probably more than Bryce wanted him to. This was affecting him badly.
“Sit up,” Dakota said roughly. He knelt up, giving Bryce some room to maneuver.
Bryce struggled into a sitting position, his back against the headboard.
Still on his knees, Dakota pressed closer into him. He ran his fingers through Bryce’s long hair. Fisting the strands, he tugged hard, tilting Bryce’s head back. As he leaned in for a searing kiss, he reached between them, grabbing Bryce’s cock.
Bryce wrapped his around Dakota’s waist, pulling him in tight. He jerked Bryce hard and fast until he was thrusting up and moaning with every stroke. “Your fucking cock is so big. You’re so hard. God, you love it. I can’t wait to get your mouth on my dick.”
“Fuck,” Bryce slid a hand down the back of Dakota’s jeans, resting his head against Dakota’s chest. “Oh, God. Stop talking. You’re going to make me come. Please. I have to suck you.”
Dakota pushed up, balance unsteady on the shaky mattress. He gripped his cock tightly in one hand and rested the other on Bryce’s massive shoulders. “Open up.”
Trembling with a combination of nerves and lust, Bryce grabbed onto Dakota’s hips and opened his mouth. He expected Dakota to push right in, and he was ready to do everything he could remember he liked women to do to him.
But Dakota only guided the tip of his cock across Bryce’s bottom lip, sliding it back and forth until Bryce couldn’t resist darting his tongue out to touch.
“Yeah,” Dakota sighed.
Cocks seemed much larger when you were this close to them, Bryce couldn’t help but notice, and even bigger when you were trying to fit them into your mouth.
The smooth feel of skin under his tongue jolted him in a way he couldn’t explain. The warm, slightly salty taste pulled him in. He leaned his head forward, trying to reach more. Dakota pushed the head past Bryce’s lips, sliding along the flat of his tongue.
Bryce’s hands clenched on Dakota’s hips, and his mouth closed around the head of Dakota’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Dakota moaned as he jerked forward before he could stop himself.
Bryce licked around the cock in his mouth and looked up at Dakota as best he could.
Dakota leaned over him, looking down. “Fuck, Bryce.” His hips thrust so gently, sliding his dick in and out of Bryce’s mouth. “First time, right?”
Bryce nodded.
Dakota stared down at Bryce’s hand moving on the shaft and his mouth bobbing on the head.
“Fuck, Bryce. You look so good with my dick in your mouth.” He reached down and gently tucked the hair back behind Bryce’s ear. “So pretty.”
Bryce shivered, whether at the tenderness in his voice or the strange compliment, he wasn’t sure. No one had ever called him pretty before. Being called pretty while he had another man’s dick in his mouth made something squirm in his stomach that wasn’t quite em
barrassment and wasn’t quite pride.
Dakota’s hand landed on the back of his neck, not pushing, just resting there, and suddenly Bryce wanted to do this for him. Not just as an experiment, he wanted to know how to make Dakota feel good. He didn’t want to disappoint Dakota. Plus he wanted to see the man lose his cool and hear him groan and pant.
He pulled Dakota closer, then doubled his efforts, stroking faster, sucking harder.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Dakota groaned.
Bryce had always loved making his partners come almost more than reaching his own orgasm. Knowing that the sounds Dakota was making were all because of him brought his own erection back full-force.
Light-headed from a lack of oxygen, he pulled off of Dakota’s cock slowly, surprised by how much he had managed to fit in his mouth. He wiped his lips and stretched his jaw against the slight ache. He stroked his cock while Dakota watched.
Dakota yanked his head back by his hair, and Bryce exhaled sharply, fist tightening around his dick. The room was growing darker, and he could barely make out the glint in Dakota’s eye.
“Tell me it’s good,” Dakota said, voice strained. “Tell me you love it.”
He did. But admitting it out loud would make it too real. A pretty boy who liked sucking cocks? Bryce couldn’t recognize himself at all in that picture, and yet, there he was, doing it and liking it.
But maybe it was safe to say here. He’d never see Dakota again, except during the no doubt numerous times he was going to relive this day in the privacy of his mind. He could be whoever he wanted here with Dakota in the dark.
“I fucking love it,” he said in a deep growl. He grabbed Dakota with two hands and pulled him back into his mouth as deep as he could.
Bryce sucked and stroked and licked, the taste of Dakota’s skin and the feel of him heavy and thick on his tongue spurring him on.
As Dakota’s breathing got heavier and his curses and praise came faster, Bryce reached for his own cock.
Dakota noticed his shoulder moving and grabbed his arm. “Stop. No, don’t. Don’t. I want to watch you come. Please.” He groaned and thrust into Bryce’s mouth. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
Bryce pulled off, head dropping back against the headboard. “Oh, God. Yes, God.”
Dakota gently pulled Bryce’s head forward, and he eagerly opened his mouth.
The small cabin was filled with the sound of squeaking bedsprings, masculine grunts and cursing, and the obscene wet noises of Bryce’s mouth on Dakota’s cock. Bryce felt the chill waiting for them, but the air between him and Dakota was hot. Sweat dripped from Bryce’s temples.
Dakota dragged himself out of Bryce’s mouth with a long groan. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”
Bryce’s cock jerked hard, lust cramping in his balls. “What,” he croaked, voice wrecked, “what should I do?”
Dakota laughed shakily, his hand stripping his cock so fast it looked like it should hurt. “Nothing, babe. Just sit there. Lean back and look at me.”
Bryce did, pushing his sweaty hair back from this face. His hard cock jerked with the motion of the lurching mattress, damp tip kissing the skin of his abdomen.
Dakota tensed up, leg muscles hard as a rock under Bryce’s hands. With a bitten off shout, he came hard, shooting onto Bryce’s chest.
Holy shit. Bryce had to grab his cock hard to stave off his orgasm at the feel of Dakota coming on him.
Dakota trembled and panted while the last of the aftershocks rolled over him, then he sank back down onto Bryce’s lap with a gracefulness Bryce envied. “Jesus,” he breathed, looping his hands around Bryce’s neck, and pressing their foreheads together.
Bryce wrapped his arms around Dakota’s waist. “Was it okay?”
Dakota smiled. “Fucking amazing. You’re a natural.” He kissed Bryce until Bryce whined into his mouth and reached for his cock. Moving down to Bryce’s neck, Dakota sucked and bit a mark into the side of it.
“Oh, God, please,” Bryce begged not caring that it was going to show tomorrow.
Dakota bent down, kissing and nipping as he worked his way down Bryce’s body, leaving bruises in his wake. “Something to remember me by,” he said as he observed his handiwork.
As if Bryce would ever forget.
Dakota slithered back on the bed until he lay on his stomach between Bryce’s legs. With his hands on Bryce’s thighs, he looked up. “I can’t get over how you look. Your fucking body. And you feel incredible.”
Working Bryce’s jeans down a little further, he ran his tongue along the crease of his thigh, his cheek brushing against Bryce’s rock hard dick.
His heart pounded so hard, Bryce thought he might actually have a heart attack. “Please. Oh, God, please suck me.”
Dakota’s grinned evilly. “Okay. So, just to check, you’re feeling pretty confident about the gay thing?”
Oh, he was so gay. He apologized silently to all the women he had been with for his lack of enthusiasm. He really owed Nikki a phone call. “Oh, yeah,” he answered Dakota. “So gay. Super gay. Now, please for the love of God, suck my dick.”
Dakota laughed. “Since you asked so nicely, you get your official gay card and first gay orgasm.” He licked up Bryce’s cock like it was a popsicle, and then sunk all the way down until his lips touched Bryce’s body.
Bryce shouted wordlessly, the sound ridiculously loud in the enclosed area. Dakota worked him relentlessly with his throat and mouth and lips until Bryce’s back arched against the headboard. He clamped his hands on Dakota’s shoulders and came so hard his vision grayed and his ears rang.
Chapter Ten
DAKOTA
Dakota kept his mouth on Bryce, stroking him through his orgasm until he shuddered and pushed at Dakota’s shoulders. He figured the guy deserved the full treatment for his first time.
Dakota sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth. The dazed look on Bryce’s face made him feel a little bit smug. Dakota wasn’t good at many things, but he gave awesome blowjobs. “Good?” he asked.
Bryce’s smile took Dakota’s breath away. The look in his eyes didn’t belong in a one-step-up-from-anonymous hookup. He couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that; like he was someone worth looking at. Dakota turned his head.
Squatting between Bryce’s legs with his dick hanging out felt silly now, so Dakota awkwardly climbed over Bryce’s good leg and fell heavily to the bare mattress.
Bryce slid back down until he was flat on the bed.
Dakota’s knees were still a little shaky. The post-orgasm with a stranger awkwardness was starting to set in. It had been a while since he’d felt that, and it sucked as much as ever. But he didn’t want to jump up and leave Bryce alone in this cool, dim cabin on the side of the road to process the experience. Especially since Bryce was new to this whole thing.
At least that was his excuse for letting himself be pulled in against Bryce’s strong, broad chest.
Bryce curled his arm around Dakota and tucked him up against his side. “Is this okay?”
Dakota hesitated long enough that Bryce started to pull away. “No,” Dakota said, grabbing his hand. “I mean, yeah. It’s okay. It’s nice.” And it was.
Bryce’s arm was around Dakota’s back, thumb hooked into the front pocket of his jeans. Bryce ran hot, and laying skin to skin with him kept Dakota warm. His hand rested on Bryce’s chest, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers through the dark hair there.
“Sorry,” he said about the shining streaks of his release drying on Bryce’s chest. “I figured it was the best option.”
Bryce smiled softly as he touched his sticky chest hair. Even in the dim light, Dakota could see him blushing again. “Actually, it was pretty hot. I almost came just from that. Oh, wow. So gay.”
Dakota laughed and continued his exploration of the silky hair that only emphasized the amazing definition of his muscles. He traced the valleys between his pecs and dragged his fingers over the speedbumps of his abs.
> Bryce made a small noise.
Dakota thought he sounded happy, but he couldn’t be sure. “Sorry.” He flattened his hand against Bryce’s stomach.
“Don’t stop, it feels good.” Bryce said. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For letting you blow me? I should be thanking you,” Dakota said with a laugh. Remembering the way Bryce had looked up at him through his lashes sent a hot flash through his groin. “Not like it was much of a hardship. I didn’t, uh, make you do anything you didn’t want to, did I?”
Bryce pulled Dakota away from him to look at his face. “Are you serious?”
Dakota nodded.
“No. And no offense, you’re a big guy, but I don’t think you could make me do anything I didn’t want to do.” Bryce tugged Dakota back against him, slipping down, so they both lay on the bed.
“There are other ways than physical force to control people.” Dakota knew that firsthand.
“I promise, you didn’t. Believe me, I wanted to do all of it.” Bryce moved his hand up to Dakota’s neck, digging his thumb into the muscle along one side while his fingers toyed with the ends of Dakota’s hair.
Dakota sighed, head dropping down onto Bryce’s chest. “So, how was it for you?” He tilted his head up so he could see Bryce’s face. From this angle, his beard looked fluffy, and Dakota had the urge to scratch him under his chin like a big cat.
He could see Bryce searching for the right words, so he didn’t push. The silence stretched comfortably. Seemed like neither of them was in a hurry to leave this unexpected sanctuary and get back to the real world.
“Well, it’s funny,” Bryce said, running his fingers through Dakota’s hair and cupping the back of Dakota’s head in the palm of his hand. “I’ve never liked this after part before with women. I did it because it’s the right thing to do, but I would always make an excuse to get up as soon as possible. But I really want to keep touching you.”