Page 7 of I’ll Walk With You

Javier

H oly shit, this was a bad idea. There’s a fire raging in my blood that only becomes hotter as the night passes. Earlier, Bryce led me through the already crowded house up to his room so he could get changed. Perfectly normal behavior for a boyfriend, right? Except this is fake.

And he’d changed his fucking clothes in front of me.

His grey boxer briefs were sinful, soft and snug, hugging his ass and his bulge just right.

I swear his abs have abs. Below that, his Adonis belt, because of course he has a motherfucking V-line, almost made me swallow my tongue.

Bryce should consider a career modeling underwear once he’s done with hockey; he won’t even need those degrees he’s busting his ass for. He’d be rolling in money.

Sweet mother of all that is holy. I’d kill to have his thick, hairy thighs wrapped around my head while I swallow his cock. I’d seen his bulge in my dorm, but the view while he walked around in his boxers was a million times more impressive.

Damn, Javi, you’re in trouble. Knowing that isn’t enough to divert this train, it’s impossible to stop these thoughts. We’re heading full speed down the track, a crash is imminent, but I’m ignoring every opportunity to brake.

Bryce and I are downstairs, near the makeshift dance floor, his hand warm on my lower back. My heart is beating a tad too fast, heat simmering in my veins at the casual, slightly possessive touch.

Demetrius makes his way back over to us, juggling three cups in his big hands.

“Drink up, my guys.” His voice is loud enough to be heard over the rhythmic thumping of the music reverberating through the house.

My hips sway from side to side, unable to deny the urge to dance to the beat.

He hands us our beers, and I take a few quick sips, hoping the liquid will cool me down.

Demetrius leans closer, lowering his voice a little.

“Don’t look now, but he’s here, and bro is not happy to see you two.

Even with the low lighting, I can see steam coming out of his ears.

You said he ghosted you, Jav?” A sense of belonging fills me at Demetrius giving me a nickname.

Or maybe it’s the indignation in his voice on my behalf. Could be either, honestly.

“For someone who has no intention of coming out, he’s not being subtle. He can’t keep his eyes off you. I think it’s time for you guys to make a bit of a scene. Show him you’ve moved on.”

Bryce shifts next to me and asks, “Dance with me?”

I nod, “Lead the way.” He takes my hand in his larger one and guides me deeper into the throng, where bodies writhe and grind together. Bryce stops and turns around, his hands finding my hips and pulling me close. The possessiveness behind the move causes a shiver to travel down my spine.

His crotch nestles right into my lower stomach, the thick bulge lighting me up. Our hips sway and grind to the beat of the music. Fuck, he feels so good. Too good. I wonder how it would feel to have him thrusting deep inside me. Heat rises, my dick hardening in my jeans, sweat beading on my skin.

I shouldn’t want him. This is fake. But it feels all too real.

We’re getting too close. I spin around, my back to his chest, in a last-ditch effort to detach myself from the pull he has on me. Even with our height difference, my ass drags sensually against his cock. His very hard cock. Ungh. I’m in so much fucking trouble.

Bryce’s hands grasp my hips, fingers clenching, holding me tight as he rocks his erection along my crease.

He leans down, and I’m surrounded by his heat, the scent of Irish Spring and something that’s uniquely Bryce filling my nose.

“He’s watching us. He looks jealous as hell, but I think he’s starting to get it. You’re mine now, Angel.”

I nod, my head rocking on his shoulder. “Yes.” I’m hard as a rock, pre-cum leaking from my slit, dampening my boxer briefs.

His deep rumble is huskier, dripping with the lust blanketing us.

“To really drive this home, I’m gonna touch you all over, baby.

Drag you up to my room like we can’t keep our hands off each other.

What happens when we actually get up there is entirely up to you, but I want you.

Need you. Need to make you come with my name on your lips.

” As he groans in my ear, the sound raises goosebumps on my skin, making me tremble in his arms. “Come to my room?”

His words set me on fire, turning every single one of my denials into ash. Who gives a fuck why I shouldn’t do this? Not me. I need it. Need him. Words catch in my throat, so I simply nod instead. Albeit eagerly.

Bryce turns me in his arms, a hungry look on his face.

His eyes are on my lips for a split second before he drops his head, kissing the corner of my mouth.

The sweetness behind the action makes my breath hitch.

Danger . My head and my heart both scream at me that I’m in trouble, but I shove the thought away. That’s a later Javi problem.

His lips press against mine and tenderly taste me.

I groan, the vibration of the sound traveling into Bryce’s mouth.

It’s like throwing a match on dry kindling.

We ignite. Heat raging out of control. His tongue plunges into my willing mouth, fucking against mine.

Gripping and tugging, his hand works into my hair, holding me in place as he has his way with my mouth.

I’m overcome. Overwhelmed by the chemistry bursting between us.

Everything around me disappears. His other hand cups my ass, grinding my hard dick against his.

Whimpering, I suck his tongue into my mouth.

I need him inside me. As soon as fucking possible.

I’ve never been kissed like this. I’m ruined.

Something tells me, I’ll never be the same after kissing Bryce.

His other hand works its way down, cupping both of my cheeks. “Up,” he orders roughly against my lips, before he dives back into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I jump up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Vaguely, I’m aware he’s walking, carrying me like my weight is insignificant. Catcalls reach my ears, drawing me to the present. We’re surrounded by other students, and maybe I should be embarrassed at the show we’re putting on, but it only makes my cock throb more powerfully.

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.