Page 12 of Devoted Sinner

“That wasn’t a hickey. I’d gotten into a fight the night before. But you had a hickey two weeks later, and I wanted to strangle you.”

A smile exploded across Bryson’s face. “That wasn’t a hickey. Kylian came home covered in cat hair, which fired up my allergies. I was covered in hives and trying to tear my skin off from the itching.”

The huge smile King wore was everything. Bryson wanted to keep him like that, but he also wanted to know every detail of King’s life. “Why were you in a fight?”

King shrugged. “When you’re like me, even when you’re in supposed safe spaces, there’s still the occasional asshole who thinks they can hurl slurs at my clothing choices. I had to remind someone a skirt didn’t mean I couldn’t kick their ass.”

An image of King in that corset and skirt flashed through Bryson’s mind. “Show me.”

King’s brow furrowed. “You want me to kick your ass?”

A laugh burst from Bryson. “I want you to put on a skirt.”

“Oh.” King looked thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t think I have one here.”

A slow smile spread across Bryson’s lips. “I threw in a black leather one while grabbing some other things.”

King’s gaze moved over Bryson’s face, as if searching for something. “You honestly like that side of me.”

It wasn’t a question, but Bryson still treated it as one. “I do. Not only are you incredibly gorgeous, but you’re authentically you when you dress how you want.”

King moved as if to stand. “If that’s really what you want.”

Bryson set his hand on King’s chest. “Wait. I brought you here to rest. Let me grab it. I’ve let you stand too much today already. Plus, I know which suitcase it’s in.” He felt King relax. Bryson climbed over him and padded to the suitcase, uncaring of his nudity. In fact, he enjoyed giving King a show. He easily found the leather piece and carried it back to bed. Bryson stood at the edge of the bed while King shimmied on the skirt. He moved to his knees and zipped it.

Bryson’s dick hardened. He watched the way King’s muscles moved and how the skirt fell against his skin, barely hiding his cock. Bryson needed more. He moved back to the suitcase and found a hot pink thong.

“This too.”

Heat flashed in King’s eyes as he went through the motions of struggling into the underwear without leaving the bed. He shifted back to his knees when they were halfway up his thighs so he could tug them into place. After adjusting his junk, King let the skirt fall back in place.

Bryson stroked his throbbing cock. “Show me.”

King didn’t pretend he didn’t understand. He turned and went face down, ass up, and flipped the skirt up so Bryson could see the way the underwear disappeared inside his crack. His ass was so goddamn sexy with that hot pink string. All Bryson could think about was fucking him just like that. He grabbed another condom from the dresser and ripped into it.

“Don’t move.”

King didn’t budge.

Bryson rolled the condom down his length. Then he found the lube before crawling onto the bed and moving to position himself behind King. He pushed the string aside and eyed King’s waiting hole. The muscles in his stomach clenched. He had already had King once. All the sex in the world with King would never be enough. He lubed his fingers and wet King’s hole.

“You have to push some inside too.”

Bryson quietly followed King’s directions. He poked his lubed finger inside King’s asshole.

King moaned.

Bryson thought about some things he had done to himself in the dark. He stuck a second lubed finger inside and searched for King’s prostate. He knew when he had found it. King made a sound that made Bryson’s cock jump in jealousy. He wanted to rub that spot with his dick and force King to make that sound again. With one hand, he kept the panties held to the side while he led his erection to King’s waiting hole. As it had last time, it surprised him how much pressure it took to get inside. Then King’s body greedily accepted him. He almost had to fight against the pull.

Bryson tried several angles before King made a sound that nearly forced an orgasm from him. Bryson held that position and thrust. King’s knuckles whitened where he held the sheets. A loud moan echoed through the room. Bryson did it again. His eyes fought to close against the pleasure. He kept them open. Bryson didn’t want to miss a thing. Each thrust happened a little faster than the last. Bryson didn’t want to finish before King again, but he didn’t see how King could come like this. He couldn’t stop, though. King’s hole felt too good. He was locked in ecstasy. Bryson was too far gone to stop. His sanity would snap if he didn’t get to shoot his load inside this perfect ass. King was right. That was a hot-ass fantasy. He wanted to sit between King’s cheeks and watch his cum as it leaked from that gorgeous rosebud. Bryson wanted all the secret longings he experienced since meeting King to come true.

Bryson craved knowing what it was like to have King’s heavy cock on his tongue. He wanted to lick King’s balls and spend hours making him beg. Bryson could spend the rest of his life between these cheeks. A gasp ripped from King and rent the air. King’s asshole tried sucking him deeper. Bryson froze while buried to the hilt. He squeezed his eyes shut and lived in the moment, experiencing everything as King’s body milked him. He moaned as the pressure climbing his shaft turned into waves of pleasure. His hips automatically rolled, riding each jet that spat from his dick. Once again, he dreamed his juices filled King. One of these days, King would marry him, and he would get to make the fantasy real. He forced his eyes open so he could stare at the man on his cock. It wasn’t the first time Bryson had told himself he would marry King, and he always got his way.

Chapter Six

Theyspentthreeweekssequestered in the bungalow of freedom. That was how King liked to think of it. He had worn different outfits and Bryson had ordered more for him to be waiting when they got home. King had shown Bryson a dozen ways to please him and watched Bryson blow a dozen more. He honestly didn’t want to go home, where he knew he would have to go back to being the guard. Bryson wouldn’t freely touch him anymore. King would sit on the sidelines and melt into the background. Bryson would go back to being the amazing father and businessman. King would be nothing again.

In the tiniest corner of his mind, King clung to a ridiculous dream. One where they got home, and Bryson stayed exactly as he had been the past three weeks. That was pure fantasy, of course. He had always known he would never have that life. Still, he was allowed to dream. No one had stolen that from him, and Bryson had belonged to him for a moment. That was something no one could take from him.

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