Page 54 of Burning Up

“So stop.”

“Okay.” Bryce finished shucking his clothes and climbed back on the bed.

“Straddle me,” Matt said.

“Not yet.” As horny as he was, he was afraid of getting too rough. “I need to know we’re really not going to hurt you. How’s your head?”

“It’s fine. Toby’s been fussing over me enough to cure anything. I need you, need to feel surrounded by you both.”

Bryce didn’t like the pain in his eyes. “You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t think we were going to make it out when the ceiling started coming down. I thought…”

Toby leaned over and laid a line of kisses across Matt’s chest.

“You’re okay. We all are. And we’re going to be even better.” Bryce actually felt the truth of those words as he said them.

“Are we going to hurt him?” Bryce asked Toby.

Toby drew in a slow breath. “I don’t think so as long as we’re more gentle than usual. He’s not shown any serious effects from his concussion. The doctor said is was mild.

Matt nodded, and Bryce shifted position so he was stretched out alongside Matt. He kissed him, gently at first and then harder, until he was thrusting against Matt’s side, his cock aching. Bryce finally pulled away when he couldn’t go any longer without air.

“If Toby rides you while you suck my cock, will you be okay?”

“God, yes.”

Bryce looked at Toby for confirmation.

“I’ll be careful. I swear.”

“I expect you to keep your leg on the pillow and stay still. Let us do the work. You got that?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Matt responded.

Bryce still wasn’t confident he was going to obey. “If you start moving too much, Toby and I will stop, and you can forget getting off.”

Matt sucked in a breath. “I can be good.”

Toby winked at Bryce as he grabbed lube and condoms from the nightstand drawer. Then Bryce turned his focus back to Matt, straddling him and holding on to the headboard. He lowered himself until his cock was a few inches from Matt’s red, kiss-swollen lips. “Open up.”

Matt reached for him, wrapping a hand around his cock.

“No. Hands at your sides.”

“I—”

“Do what I say, or you won’t get my cock or Toby’s tight little ass. You got that?”

“Yes.”

Bryce raised a brow.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Somehow he sensed Matt needed him to push harder than he had before, that he needed to submit utterly. Bryce wanted to take him there, wanted it more than he would’ve ever thought possible.

He brushed his cock against Matt’s lips. Matt kept his hands at his sides, but he raised his head, trying to get more. Bryce pulled back. “Keep your head on the pillow or we’ll both stop.”

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