Page 10 of I'll Walk With You
He’s so vocal with how I’m making him feel, it undoes me. The leash of restraint snaps, my hips pistoning my cock in and out. Pounding his ass. Javi wails, rocking back to meet each of my thrusts.
“That’s it, baby, just like that. Take my cock.”
Javi’s ass clenches tighter around me, squeezing my length in a vise. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Bryce. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Never. “Ungh.” His hole spasms, gripping rhythmically as he comes handsfree, working my own orgasm from my balls. Hips stuttering, I grind against Javi, until the last drop of cum fills the condom inside him.
My body drapes over his, sweaty chest sticking to his sweaty back. Chest heaving, I catch my breath, and Javi moans happily beneath me. “Shit, I’m probably squishing you. Gimme a minute for my brain to turn back on and I’ll get off.”
“No rush. I’m quite comfy at the moment.” He sighs. “We should’ve been doing this the whole time. You’re the best fake boyfriend. You can fuck me any time.”
His words suck all the oxygen out of the room. Ice rushes through my veins, and it’s hard to catch my breath.Fake boyfriend. Fuck me, but I’d forgotten. Good enough to fuck, but not good enough to date. Damn, I want this to be real.
9
Javier
Iwasn’t lying when I told Bryce I was comfortable. I could have easily stayed crushed under his weight forever, but he seems to have turned to stone above me. The puddle of cum I’m lying in becomes all too noticeable. It’s cold and sticky like the tension filling the room. What did I say?
It couldn’t have been the fake boyfriend thing, since this was his idea in the first place. He doesn’t want to be with me. Not really.
Does he?
I shake my head. There’s no way.
Bryce slowly sits up, taking his warmth with him and leaving me cold. A shiver wracks my body and, of course, Bryce notices. “One sec and I’ll get something to clean you up.” His soft cock slips out of me, and I can’t hold back the gasp that leaves my lips. Even that feels amazing. I’m going to need a repeat. Hopefully we can make that happen. I can hear him moving around the room, discarding the condom and cleaning up. His footsteps head back towards me and a hand lands on my back,soft fabric rubbing against my skin as Bryce cleans the lube from my crease. “C’mon, roll over, and I’ll clean up your cum.”
I immediately comply. The tenderness of his actions makes my heart clench. He’s so kind and caring.
Someone would be lucky to date him.
Just not me.
A stab of pain at the thought makes my breath hitch.
Bryce’s eyes dart to mine. “Are you okay, Angel? Did I hurt you?”
I’m dying. He’s literally killing me. His sweetness is unrivaled.
Shaking my head, I reach out and take his hand. “No, you didn’t hurt me. You were perfect.”
His cheeks flush, and he dips his chin, avoiding my gaze. “You should, uh, stay here tonight. I’ll get you some clothes to sleep in and then you can do the walk of shame in the morning.”
I should go, but I don’t want to. Squeezing his hand, I agree.
After I freshen up and dress in the bathroom, I climb into Bryce’s bed on my side, facing the wall. Music and laughter shake the house, but my eyes grow heavy with his familiar scent surrounding me. Comforting me.
As he slides in behind me, the bed shifts. “Is cuddling okay?” His voice is a soft rumble.
The way he always checks in with me settles deep in my gut, warming me from the inside out. “Mhm,” I rumble, too worn out to form words.
I wish I could keep him.
“This could be real, Javi.” His whisper must be in my imagination as I drift off to sleep.
The next day,my thoughts are a scattered mess. I can’t focus on my assignment to save my life. Was that a dream or reality?
It could’ve been my subconscious playing tricks on me, making me think Bryce said the words I’d love to hear. Does he really want to be my boyfriend? In the light of day, I have to admit to myself, I want us to be real. He’s funny, kind, considerate, and hot as hell.
Should I tell him I’d say yes in a heartbeat if he wants to make us official?
