Page 33 of Loving You

He heard it open. There were shoes on the tile being kicked off. And then Bronx was there in the doorway, as gorgeous as he had been the last time Monty had set eyeson him. He was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans, arms folded over his broad chest, and he was smiling.

“Miss me?”

Monty swallowed thickly. “More than you know. How long can you stay?”

Bronx crossed the room and lowered one knee onto the sofa cushion, hovering over Monty’s torso. “Technically, as long as I want. My son already suspects I’m seeing someone. I told him I wasn’t dating—which isn’t a lie—but I might have to come clean about us if we plan to do this more often.”

Monty wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It wasn’t like Bronx was asking Monty to come have family dinner or anything like that. But Monty was going to meet him soon for his flying lesson, and all it would take was one whispered word, and their cover would be blown.

“I won’t tell him who it is,” Bronx clarified.

Monty closed his eyes and shook his head. No. He couldn’t turn Bronx into a liar. “I’m okay with you letting him know. I’m not ashamed of you.” When he looked up, Bronx looked almost…anguished. It was a strange expression he hadn’t expected to see.

Bronx swallowed heavily, then cupped Monty’s jaw. “I’d really like to kiss you.”

“That’s always on the table,” Monty replied.

Bronx grinned widely, but his expression sobered as he leaned in. Their lips met in a hot, careful press, parted gently, Bronx’s tongue seeking Monty’s. He tasted like spit and coffee—a strange combination, but not one he hated. Monty opened himself to Bronx, feeling needy and wanted. His arms raised, and he gripped Bronx by the hips, urging him to lower down and straddle his lap.

“Well, hey there, sparky.” Bronx smiled down at him, wide and sunny.

Monty’s chest erupted with warmth as he tipped his head back. “Hello.”

“God, you are the best part of my day,” Bronx murmured, licking a stripe up Monty’s neck. “I was going to see about wining and dining you before we got to this part, but now that I have you…”

“I want you to fuck me,” Monty murmured.

Bronx groaned loudly as he turned his head and took Monty in a mean, messy kiss. His teeth grazed his lower lip, tongue heavy and fat as it thrust into his mouth. Monty’s hips began to flex upward as Bronx’s hips ground down. His cock was thick and throbbing behind his zipper.

“You mean?—?”

“Yeah,” Monty said. “I want you inside me. Take me to bed?”

That seemed like an easy ask. Bronx climbed to his feet and held out his hands, helping Monty up. He held him steady, fingers curled in the back of his hair, kissing him once more before he broke away and tugged him toward the bedroom door. Monty trailed after him with a soft laugh, his body feeling light and free in ways it hadn’t in so, so long.

He felt easy and pliant, leaning against the closed door as Bronx attacked his clothes. He stripped him down quickly and methodically, but instead of doing the same to himself, he dropped to his knees. He laid kisses over Monty’s stomach, over his hips, his thighs, his knees. He spread his legs to lick at the space just under his balls, gently tracing them before he stroked his cock from root to tip.

Monty groaned. “Yes.Yes.”

Bronx looked up at him with hooded eyes. “I want to suck you off first.”

Monty nodded, biting his lip, shoving his fingers into Bronx’s hair to guide him. Bronx wasted no time getting his mouth around Monty, taking him to the back of his throat with a single swallow. He held them there, letting the head of Monty’s cock bump against his tongue before he dragged himself away.

The slow slide was erotic torture, a teasing torment of what was to come. Bronx made so many promises with his body, and Monty was not afraid he was going to be let down. He watched, his vision half-blurry, as Bronx laved his tongue at his slit, gathering the moisture there and swallowing it down.

“You taste amazing.”

Monty didn’t know what to say. Words failed him as Bronx held his cock in his hand and laid worship to his shaft. He kissed up one side, down the other, then took him into his mouth again. This time, he didn’t make Monty wait. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, bobbing his head as he took him so deep his nose buried in his thick curls.

Monty heaved a breath so he wouldn’t pass out as he gripped Bronx’s shoulders and fucked his hips forward with a careful thrust. Bronx looked up at him, went entirely still, then nodded.Fuck my face, his eyes said.

Monty did it again, and Bronx moaned. The vibrations went straight to Monty’s balls, and they tightened. He began a slow rhythm, afraid to hurt Bronx but brave enough to start taking what he wanted. Bronx’s cheeks were flushed, like he was the one getting off. He kept his hands tightly around the backs of Monty’s thighs to keep himself still and steady, and he let Monty do the work.

He wasn’t going to last long. “Sorry,” he managed to get out. “I’m s-so…I can’t…”

Bronx hummed again, sucking harder as Monty pulled back, and then he freed one hand and pressed two fingers against his hole. It was over. Between one breath and the next, Monty was coming. Hard. His vision whited out, and his limbs felt heavy as he spilled thick, hot ropes against Bronx’s tongue.

He felt Bronx swallowing him down, his massive arms keeping Monty upright, and when the feeling began to cool, he was lifted into Bronx’s arms and carried to the bed.

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