Page 34 of Burning Up

He grabbed Matt’s hips and held them tight. “Keep still until I’m ready,” he ordered.

A whimper was all the answer Bryce got before he drove back into Matt, taking him as roughly as Matt had taken Toby. Matt cried out and Bryce held himself still, afraid he would truly hurt him. “Can you take this?”

“Fuck yes,” Matt said, his voice breathy and desperate.

“Good. I want you to take Toby just as hard as I take you, but don’t you dare come until I tell you to. You either, Toby.”

“Okay, just please… I can’t…”

Bryce cut off Matt’s words by pulling out of his ass as if they had all the time in the world, then driving back in, pushing him into Toby. Within seconds, they were fucking with abandon, all of them desperately racing toward orgasm.

“Bryce! Oh fuck!” Matt cried out again and again.

Bryce knew he couldn’t last much longer either, and he didn’t want either of them thinking they’d disappointed him. “Come for me, both of you.”

“Holy fucking fuck,” Matt cried, bucking against Toby. Bryce pulled out and let him concentrate on emptying himself into Toby.

As Matt’s thrusts slowed, Toby gripped his dick, jerking himself to a fast, wild climax. He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as he shot across his abdomen.

“Clean him up,” Bryce ordered Matt as he drove back into his ass.

“Bryce! Oh my fucking God!” Matt cried.

Toby slid his hands into Matt’s hair as Matt licked the cum from his belly while Bryce thrust madly. Seconds later, fire lit Bryce up from head to toe. As he fell apart, something burned behind his eyes. No way, not fucking tears. Stars gleamed in front of him, clouding his vision. Then he passed out over Matt’s back.

13

After disposing of the condoms and wiping everyone off with a t-shirt he found on the floor, Bryce collapsed back on the bed. Just like the last time, he didn’t mean to fall asleep, but his legs weren’t ready for walking yet.

Some time later, he woke. It was still dark. Matt and Toby lay curled next to him, sound asleep. He slipped from the bed and stumbled to the kitchen, his muscles sore from the workout he’d given them.

He let Rollo out, then poured himself a glass of water, drained it, and set the glass in the sink. He simply stood there, holding on to the counter, trying to still the swirling thoughts in his head.

You’re a fool to have slept with them again.

You’re falling for them.

They’re perfect.

They’re worth it.

What are you going to do now?

What was he going to do? Ending things now didn’t seem like an option. Matt and Toby drew him in a way he was powerless to resist. He might be the one who took charge in bed, but every other moment of the day, he was willing to follow wherever they led.

Even if it’s to another shake-up in your life?

Maybe. Was he seriously thinking that? Seriously wanting to pursue this? Like a relationship?

“Bryce?”

Toby stood in the kitchen doorway. Bryce hadn’t heard him come in, even though he was usually hyperaware of what was going on around him. He wanted to think he’d been in a fog because he’d just woken up, but he knew that wasn’t true. He was off balance, and he didn’t know how to right himself.

“You okay?” Toby asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, not wanting to explain his unease.

“You don’t look okay.”

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