Page 47 of Loving You

“Gorgeous. Oh, sparky,” Bronx murmured, and then suddenly, his mouth was on him.

Monty dug his heels into the floor, the edge of the desk digging uncomfortably into his ass. But it was worth it, and the pain kept him from shooting off too soon. He looked down and locked gazes with Bronx as he licked at his slit, and then his eyelids slammed shut as he took him all the way down.

Monty could see Bronx’s arm moving. He could hear the sound of the zipper on his jeans pulling down and then a quietfap, fap, fapas he began to stroke himself hard and fast. Fuck. It was too much.

Even the ache in his ass cheeks couldn’t keep him from tumbling toward the edge. From years of damn near celibacy to being taken apart like this every time he andBronx were in touching distance of each other, it was going to ruin him.

“Mm,” Bronx groaned. His hand sped up.

Monty felt heat rushing from his core, his cock thickening, pulsing. He was going to come. “I…hnn…fuck,” he gasped. He felt a moan lodged in his throat, ready to erupt. He was losing it entirely.

“Dr. Reed? Are you in here?”

The call came just as Monty released, and he had only enough sense to slap his hand over his mouth to muffle his cry as he came, and came, and came. Bronx gasped through his nose, swallowing down the thick pulses as it spilled, and in his haze, Monty could see Bronx’s whole body shuddering.

Fuck. There was no way they could face anyone like this.

“Dr. Reed?” The handle on the door jiggled.

“Tell me no one has a key,” Monty hissed, barely audible.

Bronx lifted off Monty’s dick and rested his cheek against his thigh. “Fuck,” he breathed out. “No. No one has a key. I don’t think.”

“You’d better put your dick away,” Monty whispered as he shoved Bronx off him. He began to tuck himself into his boxer-briefs when his vision went white at the edges.Mon dieu, not now, he begged. He swayed, and Bronx’s arms came around him. He was going to fight this. “Don’t let go,” he begged, not quite sure if he could be heard.

Bronx’s grip on him tightened.

A beat passed. Another knock at the door. Another ask for Bronx.

It felt like an eternity went by, but finally, Monty could hear footsteps going back the way they’d come. Hesagged harder against his lover and took a breath. The universe gave a shit about him today. He hadn’t lost consciousness. He was present and still slightly shaky from having his brains sucked out through his dick.

He glanced up just as Bronx was looking down. Their smiles matched. “You look good in my arms.”

Monty had no idea what to say. He wanted to tell him it felt good. That he could stay like this forever. But he didn’t trust that it wouldn’t ruin everything. “I really like you. I wish things were different.”

“Maybe they will be,” Bronx told him. “If we can find the patience.”

“If it’s worth it,” Monty countered.

Bronx pulled back and cupped his face. “Yeah, sparky. Trust me, you’re worth it.”

Something had changed. Shifted. There was no denying it. Bronx was touchy-feely before, but he was freer with it on the drive home. He seized Monty’s hand at every stoplight and kissed his palm, his fingertips, his wrist. Monty wanted to mind, but it felt too damn good to be spoiled like this.

He knew they’d have to pull back as soon as they got in. The last thing he wanted to do was cross lines in front of Bronx’s son, but he was going to bask in it for as long as he was allowed. He let his eyes drift closed on the last leg of the drive and enjoyed the last of the evening sun on his face.

“This is it,” Bronx said as the car bumped into the driveway. “Not sure if you’ve been here before.”

Monty frowned. “We’ve spent the nights at my place.”

“No, uh…this is Dallas’s house. I wasn’t sure if you two—well, he kind of implied you liked him at first? Fuck. Sorry.”

Monty laughed and tugged on Bronx’s shirt, pulling him in for a soothing, lingering kiss. “I thought he was very attractive. Not as good-looking as his older brother, but I might have considered it if he hadn’t been in love with Kylen.”

Bronx huffed a laugh. “Fair enough. Then I’ll give you the tour. Just be careful not to move anything around if you can help it. Especially in the kitchen.”

“Mm?” Monty frowned, then realized why. “Oh, of course. I’m not in the habit of rearranging my friends’ homes when I visit.”

Bronx grinned and rolled his eyes. “The truth is, people don’t realize how much they fidget with stuff until they visit a blind person. Back home, we only had one real functional bathroom, and Luke brushed his teeth more than once with my face cream.”

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