Page 11 of Devoted Sinner

It hit King. Bryson had always known about his preference for women’s clothing. He’d thought he had been so sneaky, making it out of Bryson’s home without getting caught every Friday night. But Bryson had known all along and he had kept King’s secret. Not only that, but the knowledge obviously aroused him.

“You didn’t say anything.”

“I am now.”

King shifted from foot to foot, awkwardly holding condoms and lube. He didn’t know what to say.

Thankfully, Bryson didn’t seem to expect him to explain. “The first time I saw, I was shocked, but I couldn’t stop rewinding the footage and watching you. Truth be told, even before I knew or you moved in with me, I couldn’t stop watching you. You fascinate me.”

“I’m a pill-popping head case.”

Bryson shook his head. “You’re beautiful and kind. My son loves you and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

King had honestly expected the night to be about sex. He had always known better than to expect more. Bryson was dangerous. He made King believe he could have everything. “There’s no way you can know how terrifying you are to me.”

Bryson’s brow furrowed. His open confusion proved King’s point. He could hurt King like no one else had in decades.

King crossed the room. He tossed the lube and condoms on the bed before moving to stand over Bryson. Bryson tilted his chin up to hold King’s stare. King wouldn’t leave him in the dark. Bryson needed to know how he could break King. King barely had a sliver of sanity left.

“No one has ever cared about me. Not my parents. No one. I can’t even begin to imagine how bad it’ll hurt when you no longer look at me the way you are now.”

Bryson’s hands slid up the back of King’s thighs until he squeezed King’s ass. He drew King closer. While holding King’s stare, he leaned in and kissed King’s stomach. “Or you could just trust me.” He punctuated his words by licking King’s crown.

King snapped. He toppled Bryson onto his back and straddled his body. Their mouths met and clashed, biting and sucking. They were carnal. Pure lust. All the months he had silently craved Bryson rose to the surface. King didn’t care about foreplay. He would make it up to Bryson later. They had as much time as Bryson gave him. King would savor every second. Bryson didn’t say anything else about slowing down. In fact, when King grabbed the lube, Bryson ripped into a condom. They both did their part to ready themselves. It was a frenzied mess that didn’t calm until Bryson’s cock pressed against the ring of muscles surrounding King’s asshole. They held each other’s stare. King pressed down, taking the dick he wanted. A stuttered-sounding gasp escaped Bryson.

King held Bryson’s stare as he raised and lowered himself on Bryson’s erection. He didn’t know what he sought in Bryson’s expression. Maybe he wanted to know if Bryson would backpedal and panic now that things were very real. He didn’t.

Bryson touched King every place he could reach. “Damn. You’re beautiful.”

King felt beautiful on Bryson’s dick. It was oddly empowering, knowing he was the only man Bryson had ever wanted. He had never truly felt special before now. Bryson couldn’t know how much he meant or how much he had given King. He couldn’t know how devoted and obsessed King was, all because Bryson wanted him when no one else ever had. Bryson treated him like he planned to keep him, as if—for once—he wasn’t a stray to drop at the pound when his purpose was complete. King felt everything. Bryson’s fingers wrapped around King’s dick and he didn’t think anymore.

King rode Bryson’s palm and cock. He tilted his chin up and sucked air as he struggled closer to orgasm. “Fuck. You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured being on your dick like this.”

Bryson groaned. “Don’t talk like that. I’ve wanted you for too long. I’m already fighting not to come before you.”

King dropped his chin and held Bryson’s gaze. “Do it. I want to watch you come unglued. I want to fantasize there’s nothing between us as you come. Pump my ass full of cum. I want to picture your cum dripping from my ass.”

Bryson pumped King’s dick faster, as if he would be the one to spit cum from King’s cock. A cry tore from his lips. He kept pumping until that same shout escaped King. Cum covered Bryson’s stomach and chest. King watched it happen. It was like he marked his territory. Then he squished the mess between them as he claimed Bryson’s mouth. He wanted to taste Bryson’s satisfaction. As his body let go of its final spasm, the worst thought hit. What if this was it? What if this one experiment with King was enough for Bryson? Maybe that was all this was—a walk on the other side, and now that Bryson had his fun, it wouldn’t happen again. Fear choked him.

Bryson stroked his face. “You should rest. Next time, I’ll be braver.”

Like that, the air cleared. King could breathe again. It was Bryson. Bryson would never hurt him.

Bryson couldn’t stop touching King. He was tired, but then again, he wasn’t. His body hummed and his mind raced. But there was also a peace in Bryson’s heart, and he didn’t want to miss a single thing. He kept going over every second of their lovemaking. While he had panicked a bit at first, his desire had won in the end. Now Bryson wanted to try everything. He wanted to hear King confess he had fantasized about Bryson again.

“Were you serious earlier when you said you’d pictured yourself with me before? I know people say things in the heat of the moment.” Damn. He sounded like an insecure teen. The feeling doubled when King didn’t respond right away.

He covered Bryson’s hand on his chest with his and stroked Bryson’s knuckles. “You were wearing work boots the first time I saw you. I remember because it struck me as odd that this billionaire who should be out playing golf was dressed to work.”

A smile tugged at Bryson’s lips. “I’ve done every job in my business. I’m not scared to work.”

King kissed his forehead. “I know that now, but I didn’t then. It was just odd to me because I’d never met a man like you. That was the first detail about you that caught my attention. Then I noticed the way you actively listened to everyone, like you weren’t better than them and their opinions mattered. One day, you were bent over plans with Archer, and I just stared at you. I remember wishing you would lift your head and see me the way I saw you. Then, you did, and—for a moment—I couldn’t breathe. I don’t know why you looked at me. You were still speaking on the topic at hand, planning out land plots for Archer’s warehouses. But it was like you involved me in the conversation and sought my opinion, even though I didn’t have one. I don’t know. You just crawled into my head and under my skin. I can’t stop wanting you.”

“You had a hickey that day.” Bryson knew exactly the moment King spoke about. “Your collar almost hid it, but I always notice every detail about you. I kept trying to make it through my meeting with Archer, but I couldn’t stop looking your way. That fucking hickey. It bothered me and I didn’t understand why.” Bryson paused and thought better of his words. “That’s not true. I seethed with jealousy, and it made no sense. Not one time in my life had I wanted another man, but the thought of someone else marking your skin filled me with rage. Some part of me thought, if I hold his stare, he’ll finally see that I’m the one who wants him. No one else should touch him but me. I know it was insane.”

“Huh.”

Bryson moved up onto his elbow so he could see King’s face. “What was that ‘huh’ about?”

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