Page 11 of Burning Up

Toby obeyed wordlessly.

Bryce’s hand worked faster on his cock as he let the fantasy roll. He shoved his other hand between his legs and toyed with his balls as in his mind, he took Matt’s cock into his mouth, licking, sucking, teasing. Matt shuddered and bucked under his attentions, pushing his cock farther down Bryce’s throat.

“Please,” Matt begged.

“God, this is so fucking hot.” Toby’s words were breathless.

Bryce gripped Matt’s hips, keeping them still as he took Matt even deeper.

Matt whimpered as he fought Bryce’s hold. Toby ground his crotch against Matt’s clasped hands, moaning as he worked himself.

Bryce let go of Matt’s cock long enough to say “Toby, don’t you dare come until I’m ready for you.”

“Fuck!” The word was as much an exhale as real speech.

“Matt, I want to taste you right fucking now.” Bryce swallowed him back down and let go of Matt’s hips. Matt bucked against him, fucking his mouth.

Bryce shuddered, tugging hard on his balls as he stroked himself faster and faster. He was going to come any second.

In his fantasy, Matt cried out his orgasm just as heat slammed through Bryce, making him arch up off the couch. He shot over and over, coating his abdomen in sticky fluid. When he was done, he collapsed against the couch, wrung out.

“Fucking fuck shit fuck.” That should not have happened.

As if you could have stopped it.

Damn, if real sex with Matt and Toby was anywhere near as good as his fantasy, it might kill him. At least then he wouldn’t have to face the consequences.

He stumbled to the bathroom, cleaned up, and fell into bed, refusing to listen to that wicked voice telling him he was destined to fuck them for real.

6

Bryce had the next day off. He slept until late morning and was finally awakened when Rollo began racing around the bed, desperate for companionship. After eating bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast—Rollo got his share too—Bryce made up a few pans of lasagna to feed himself through the next week, and he and the dog took a long run.

Despite not having to go to Nathan’s to work, he headed over for dinner, needing to get out of the house. He refused to spend the night jacking off to thoughts of Toby and Matt again. He’d planned to go alone, but Rollo’s plaintive look when he grabbed his keys changed his mind. Nathan’s technically only allowed dogs on the tiny patio out back, more of a smokers’ gathering spot than an actual dining area, but as long as the dogs were well-behaved, no one said anything if they came inside. Fortunately, everyone there loved Rollo.

“Got any plans for tonight?” Mason asked, a sly grin on his face when Bryce took a seat at the end of the bar where Rollo could lie down under his stool.

“Why does everyone who’s in a relationship turn into a matchmaker?”

Mason grinned. “Happiness likes company?”

“I thought that was misery.”

He shrugged. “Maybe it works both ways.”

Bryce huffed. “I’m plenty happy.”

Mason studied him. He obviously wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I’ve got two good jobs and good people to work with—for the most part.” He narrowed his eyes at Mason, but the bastard only laughed.

“So you’re really not going to pursue them?”

Bryce sighed. “What is it with you? Do you want me to fuck over my new position?”

Mason shook his head. “No, but I also don’t want you to say no to possibilities.”

“Yeah but… I know you and Jack and Gray worked things out, but seriously, how often can a three-way work?” Wait… What? Why the fuck was he comparing Toby and Matt and himself to them? Mason was in a committed relationship. All Bryce was considering was whether fucking Matt and Toby was the worst idea ever.

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