Page 9 of I'll Walk With You
Demetrius’s voice is easily recognizable, egging us on. “Yeah, bro, get a room.” He cackles, whooping and clapping, clearly drawing as much attention to us as possible.
8
Bryson
Closing my bedroom door, I back Javi up against it. His legs are still locked around my waist, hips rocking and grinding, searching for friction. Pressing my body closer, I rub my abs on his hard-on. I swallow his moan and regretfully pull back from his mouth, looking down at his face. His eyes are closed, cheeks flushed, expression one of pure bliss.
He’s fucking beautiful. He tries to recapture my mouth with his, but I need to check in first.
“Hold on, Angel.”
With a groan, he tilts his head back on the door behind him, looking at the ceiling. “Bryce,” he whines.
I smirk at his reaction. Such impatience. “I just need to make sure we’re on the same page here. It got heated fast, and it’s easy to get carried away. I don’t want you to regret it if we take things further.”
Tension drains from his body, a soft smile curling his lips. The fingers of one hand trace up into my hair, and he scratches my scalp gently, the other coming around to trace my lips.Goosebumps erupt on my skin, my nipples harden, and my dick twitches. He’s so damn sexy. Fuck, I need to get inside him. But if he says no, I’ll be okay with that, even though my balls revolt at the thought.
He bites his lip, and I lick mine, recapturing the taste of him. Delicious.
“Yes, Bryce. We’re on the same page. I might die if you don’t fuck me.”
My heart pounds harder, blood rushing hotly through my veins. A burst of pre-cum throbs out of my slit at his words. His mouth might just kill me. Dropping my forehead to his, I close my eyes and breathe him in, taking a moment to calm down. I haven’t come in my pants since my preteen years, and I’m not about to now.
Dropping my lips back to his, I press them against Javi’s in tender, slow teases. I release my grip from under his ass, letting him slide inch by inch down my body, my hands drawing a path up and under his shirt, before finally removing it.
He’s slim and toned, miles of smooth golden skin, with a sexy patch of hair leading from his belly button, then disappearing beneath his waistband. My mouth waters for a taste, and I drop to my knees.
My fingers brush against his stomach, and he gasps, his abs clenching reflexively as I unbutton and unzip his pants. I meet his eyes, and the heat reflecting back at me threatens to incinerate us.
Maintaining eye contact, I lick a path from his waistband to his navel and dip my tongue inside. My hands drag his pants and underwear down his legs, his cock springing up between us.
Javi’s hand flies to my hair and catches the strands in a tight grip. “Please,” he begs, guiding me down.
The head is flushed an angry purple, his tip wet with pre-cum. My mouth waters for a taste. Using just the tip of mytongue, I lick along his slit, gathering the salty sweet fluid. I moan as his flavor overtakes me. “You taste so fucking good, Angel.”
“Holy shit,” he gasps. I’m starving for him.
I can’t hold back anymore. Opening my mouth wide, I slide down, engulfing his cock in one go.
“Ungh.” Javi grunts, hips thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. His cockhead hits the back of my throat, and I gag, but keep sucking him, taking as much as I can. Saliva trails down my face, and I gather the moisture with the fingers on one hand, then slide them along his taint to his hole. Circling around the furled skin, I press and rub to soften him up. “Oh fuck, yes, gimme it, Bryce.” His hole flutters against my fingertips, then softens just enough for me to slide two fingers up to my first knuckle. Fuck, he’s going to squeeze my cock so good.
I pop my mouth off, gazing up at him. His cheeks are flushed a dusty rose color, his chest heaving. “That’s it, Angel. Let me in your tight hole. I need you to take all of me. Think you can do that?” I lick the head of his cock again, sliding my thick fingers deeper inside of him. His hips pump to fuck himself back onto my fingers and toward my mouth with his motions.
He nods rapidly.
“Nuh uh, gimme the words, baby.”
“Ye–” His breath hitches on a gasp when my fingers brush his prostate. “Yes, I can take your cock, Bryce. You’re gonna fill me up so good.”
My other hand drops to my dick, squeezing to stave off my orgasm. Ignoring his protests, I withdraw my fingers. I stand quickly, removing my shirt and unbuckling my pants. “Get on my bed. On your knees, Angel.”
Toeing off his shoes, he removes his pants and underwear from around his ankles, then hurries over to my bed. He kneels there, his gorgeous ass on display, his hole ready for me. I brushmy hands over the bumps of his spine as I make my way over to grab condoms and lube from the nightstand. With a shiver, he arches his back more.
“Hurry, Bryce, I need you.” Want consumes each word, urging me to comply.
Tossing the condom wrapper aside, I slide it down my shaft and pop open the lube, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers. His moan encourages me as I slip them inside his prepped hole, thrusting a few times, then adding a third finger. When Javi starts rocking back on me, I know he’s ready. Removing my fingers, I place one hand on his lower back and press forward, notching the fat head of my cock at his hole.
“Do it, Bryce. Fuck me, please,” he pleads. I push forward steadily, carefully working my way through the tight ring of muscles. His slick, tight heat engulfing my cock burns me alive. My balls tingle at the rush of pleasure as I fill him. Javi groans, dropping his head to rest on his arms. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, oh fuck, yes.”
