Page 18 of Burning Up

Bryce’s head swam with the taste of them, and his cock threatened to bust through his jeans. “Need to fuck you,” he said, once again marveling at his inability to keep his thoughts in his head.

“God, yes,” Matt murmured, and he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Toby tried to stand then and ended up spilling all three of them onto the floor. He lay there laughing like a hyena until Matt gave him a playful kick. “Get up and strip.”

Toby sank his teeth into his lip as he got to his feet, but looked like the laughter might burst out of him again as he undid the fastenings of his jeans.

Bryce sat on the floor, awed by the two of them as they revealed their lean bodies. He’d seen them before in the showers; it wasn’t like they were modest. But having them right here, knowing he was going to get to touch them. Damn.

He realized his hands were shaking as he tried to unfasten his pants. Toby, now fully naked, his long cock standing out from a trimmed bush of blond hair, moved in front of him. “Let me do that,” he insisted, pushing Bryce’s hands away.

Matt moved closer too. Bryce’s gaze slid over the honed muscles of his torso before taking in his sizable cock, which looked as eager as Bryce’s and Toby’s. Matt undid Bryce’s pants while Toby pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Matt slid his hands into the waist of Bryce’s now loosened pants and pushed them down, caressing Bryce’s ass as he did so.

“Fuck.” The word slipped out of Bryce with a shudder. Matt’s hand felt so damn good.

“Yeah,” Toby responded in that same sultry voice as he lifted Bryce’s t-shirt, encouraging him to raise his arms so Toby could get it off.

When Bryce was finally naked, Toby whistled. “You are so fucking hot,” he said, the excited tone he usually used overtaking the sultry one.

Bryce felt heat rush to his face. He knew he looked good, but having these two young guys ogle him was as embarrassing as it was exhilarating.

“So which one of you do I get to have first?” he asked, all thought of protest forgotten. He was doing this and to hell with what it meant. He wrapped a hand around each of their dicks and pumped, not rushing, letting them really feel his grip. “Let me be clear. I like to be in charge in bed. I’ll make you love every minute of it, but I won’t go easy on you.”

Matt made a choked sound, but Toby grinned and fucked into Bryce’s grasp. “I don’t want any mercy.”

“You won’t get any.”

“But I do want to watch you fuck Matt first.”

That surprised him. Toby was the more submissive of the two if Bryce read things right, and he’d have expected Toby to beg to be fucked. He’d certainly been begging for attention for weeks.

Bryce worked them each faster. “You like that idea, Matt? You want Toby to watch as I shove my cock up your ass and ride you until you beg to come?” Holy fucking shit, Bryce was never drinking again if it made him talk like this. He was often vocal in bed, but the crap spilling out of his mouth was getting ridiculous. He wasn’t starring in a porn flick, though he did have a feeling that with Toby and Matt, he might be able to explore some of his kinkier fantasies.

Or not. This was a one-night thing. That was all it could be.

“Y-yes, oh fucking God, yes,” Matt moaned. Bryce had seen the moment his resistance crumbled. The tension had visibly drained from his face. Watching him give in to what he needed was going to be delicious.

Bryce considered the carpet under him. It was soft enough. “I want you on your back. Now.”

“Fuck.” Matt dropped to his knees. Toby shoved the coffee table out of the way to make more room for them. Neither man questioned why Bryce didn’t want to go to the bedroom. He wasn’t sure himself except that everything seemed more impulsive here, like he didn’t really have to admit he was doing this, like it was just happening and he couldn’t stop it.

Matt never dropped his gaze from Bryce’s, which made his attempt to arrange himself on his back as Bryce had ordered comically awkward.

Bryce settled between Matt’s open legs. “Lube? Condoms?”

“Getting them,” Toby said.

He returned seconds later with the supplies they needed and then watched eagerly as Bryce squirted lube on his fingers and pressed one against Matt’s hole. Matt bit his lips and looked from Bryce to Toby and back.

“Relax and don’t hold back on me,” Bryce said as he worked a finger in. Damn, Matt was tight, so fucking tight. “Been awhile?” Bryce asked.

“Yeah, I don’t usually…”

Bryce had figured Matt usually topped. That was why Toby wanted to watch. He added a second finger, forcing a whimper from Matt. “Good?” he asked.

“Y-yeah.”

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