card is a GeForce RTX 3080,” I said, voice cracking as his mouth found my bare shoulder. “Does that mean you game, too?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. League of Legends is my crack.” He said this as he made his way to my nipple, licking around it after. His fingers were at the button of my khakis. When he bit down lightly on my sensitive bud, I cried out.
Bryce was unzipping my pants when I said, “You’re wasting that power on a game like League of Legends. You should be playing something like Cyberpunk 2077. Tell me about your processor,” I demanded.
Bryce traced his tongue in swirls on my chest, his fingers plucking at my nipples until they screamed with sensitivity. Then he straightened and guided my hands to the process of undressing him. I was more than happy to do so.
As I exposed tattoos—his chest owl was insanely sexy—and muscles that shouldn’t have a right to exist, he talked. “It’s an AMD Ryzen Threadripper—”
“3990X?” I asked, interrupting. If it was, then I was going to jizz right then and there.
“3990X,” he confirmed, his tone conveying his smile. “It’s a goddamn beast.”
I didn't jizz right then and there, but it was a close fucking thing. “Fuck,” I managed as I slid my hand into his pants and felt the smooth, velvet skin stretched over a massive cock.
“I didn’t think talking tech would be so stimulating,” Bryce admitted. Our gazes met and he winked, that constant effervescence he managed remaining even as we touched and discovered each other’s bodies.
I laughed and Bryce’s features lit up. “I love when you laugh,” he said.
“Why—”
I wasn’t able to finish. Bryce lifted me and put me on the bed. He hooked his fingers into my loosened pants and pulled them off. I leaned into my elbows and watched him step out of his jeans. His cock jutted out, and I salivated. It was going to feel so fucking good to have that inside of me.
Bryce attacked me with his mouth, skillfully nipping at my skin, creating little starbursts of pain that he then kissed and licked away. The pattern of bite, hard, warm, soft, and the lingering coolness of air that followed his trail was maddening.
I was so caught up in sensation, writhing under his relentless attention, that I didn’t even catch that he’d been moving ever closer to my cock. I bucked with a cry when Bryce’s lips wrapped tight around my tip and he sucked hard.
“Shit!” I yelled, fisting the sheets.
He was far from finished. Bryce sucked my cock in deep. The roughness of his tongue and the heat of his mouth became all I could feel. Every inch of my skin was on fire from his attentions. Each suck and tug of his mouth sent lightning zaps of pleasure through my cock, my stomach, my finger, my toes.
It was by far the most masterful blowjob of my life. Bryce was definitely a braggart, but like his hacking skills, he had every right to be.
I wasn’t one to let him own the competition, though. I had a fair amount of tricks up my sleeve. Winding my fingers into his blond curls, I tugged gently until he released my cock from his heavenly mouth.
“Lie down,” I rasped.
He rolled off me, amusement dancing in his gaze. Bryce stretched out on the bed, his eight-pack standing in hard relief. His lats and pecs made his chest look huge and when he cradled his head in his hands, his biceps popped.
Show-off.
Which wasn’t to say I didn’t admire his physique. It was unfuckingbelievable. My mouth watered as I looked at his cock, its tip purple and glistening with seeping precum. I swung my body around, straddling Bryce’s head. He groaned as I lowered myself down, positioning his cock near my mouth while his lips slid down my shaft.
We sucked and licked at each other with slow and taunting care. It became a competition in and of itself to see who would blow their load first. I pulled out every trick in my book, from swirling my tongue along the underside of his cock to teasing the slit relentlessly.
I felt his cock twitch, relished each shift of his hips as he slow fucked my mouth, felt the flex of his thighs as Bryce struggled to maintain control. I would’ve smiled if my mouth hadn’t been full of cock, because I was certain I’d win this.
That was until Bryce pressed the pad of this thumb against my hole. The steady, insistent