Bad Boy Ink (Get Ink'd #5) - Ali Lyda Page 0,78

underwear all tossed away.

“Stand up and let Thor look at you,” Bryce said in that terrible impression.

I held up my hand. “I am really digging this fantasy and make-up sex, but please, don’t do the voice. Your impression of Thor lives in a place where boners go to die.”

Though my cock was so outrageously hard I doubted Bryce believed me. He bit his lip and I saw him try not to laugh.

“Fine,” he said in his normal voice. “But for that, turn around and touch your toes. I want to look at your tight hole.”

Groaning, I did, exposing all of myself to me. Once I’d imagined that Bryce would never actually be bossy in the bedroom. He was too nice, right? But damn, this side of him was doing it for me. It was doing it for me in a major way.

My face burned as I bared myself to him. His strong hands found my cheeks, kneading them roughly, pulling them apart. Peeking through my legs, I saw him crouch, and then—

His tongue circled around my hole, sending wet heat straight through me.

“Fuck,” I moaned. He spread my cheeks far, stretching me.

Then he tongued me again. The wet tip of him swept from ass to the thin skin between hole and balls and back again. It circled the delicate nerve-riddled skin until I worried I’d hyperventilate. Then Bryce pushed his tongue into me, and I swore, long and creatively.

He tongue-fucked me until I was leaking wildly all over the carpet, my cock almost purple with want. Bryce reached between me and roughly pulled at my balls, stretching them, rolling them in his palm, squeezing to stem the rising crest of my orgasm.

By the time he stood up, I was damp with sweat, my skin so sensitive the breeze of the air conditioning was making my abs contract and gooseflesh pimple and prick along my arms, the backs of my quaking thighs.

I heard the rip of foil, and then a second rip, and the cold splash of lube hit my sensitive hole. Bryce rubbed it in with his thumb, pressing in just enough to tease before pulling out.

“Fuck me, goddamn it,” I hissed, pushing back at him.

Instead, he reached his free hand around and started to jerk me in slow, measured tugs. There wasn’t a lot of wet and the stinging friction of his fist sent me into overdrive. My hips punched forward to get more of his fist, then pushed back, trying to get more of his thumb. Back and forth, unsure which I needed more; the release or to be filled.

My cock twitched, the orgasm gathering like a storm…

Bryce released me. I whined and slapped at the door in frustration. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Aiden,” he replied sternly. “I almost lost you because I was a dumbass. So I’m about to give you an orgasm so mind-blowingly amazing that you’ll forget all about my stupidity. Hopefully.”

“I’d need to actually have said cock up my ass for that to work,” I grumbled.

His chuckle was raspy and drop-dead sexy. My toes curled, and I spread my legs, hoping he’d get the idea.

A finger slid into me and I almost cried in relief. The wet schlick noises of Bryce finger-fucking me, stretching me, seemed to boom in the small entryway. I didn’t care.

“I need you now,” I said, ready for him to plow me, his fingers digging into my hips. I imagined he’d fuck me hard enough that my cheek, my chest would be thrust against the door, pinning me down.

Instead, a hand on my shoulder pulled me upright. I swayed for a moment as blood rushed from my head. Bryce’s strong arm held me close. The feel of the rough leather against my bare skin was exquisite.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

But I did as he asked, knees rubbery and ass aching to be filled again. My cock was so thick with the orgasms that had been promised and denied that it was almost punishing in its need for release.

Bryce slicked the tip of his thumb through the slit and I shuddered hard enough my teeth chattered. He sucked the precum off his thumb and groaned.

“Bryce—”

“I know, baby. It’s time.”

With his biceps bulging, red cape thrown over his shoulders, and armor bringing up every adolescent fantasy of mine, Bryce bent down and hoisted me up. My legs went easily around his waist and my hands locked around his neck.

He managed to hold me up with one arm locked around my waist as he