Page 10 of Devoted Sinner

Something overcame King. They were alone, over two thousand miles from home. No one watched them. Before he had time to decide what he would do, King twisted. He snagged Bryson’s throat and hauled him closer. His mouth covered Bryson’s. He didn’t know what to expect. Bryson surprised him by coming back at King every bit as hard. King bumped the tray of food between them with his knee. He quickly pulled away and set the food on the bedside table before going back for more. He didn’t think. King didn’t need reality any longer. He had the fantasy he had been clinging to for months.

In seconds, he had Bryson on his back. King’s body covered his. Their kiss was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Probably because King hung out in seedy places, or maybe because he knew Bryson cared for him. Either way, King was in heaven. Bryson’s kiss was sweet, hot, and did something to King’s chest. Unlike other men, Bryson didn’t tear at King’s clothes. He wasn’t demanding. King didn’t feel pressured to move beyond savoring Bryson’s mouth. That made things feel deeper than any kiss he’d had before now. This felt special.

Their kiss softened. Bryson’s fingers found King’s hair. Instead of pulling, the way King was accustomed, Bryson gently stroked, as if savoring him. The backs of King’s eyes burned. He felt how much Bryson cared.

King stroked Bryson’s side, slowly making his way down Bryson’s body. He buried his hand beneath Bryson’s ass and squeezed. It felt every bit as good as he suspected. Bryson’s erection couldn’t be missed. King held Bryson’s ass and ground down, causing friction between them. His mouth moved to Bryson’s neck. He was too turned on to think clearly and knowing Bryson wanted him too made him half insane.

Bryson audibly gasped for air. “Can we slow down?”

King immediately rolled to the side, facing Bryson. He kept his leg over Bryson’s legs and stroked his stomach. “Of course.”

Bryson stared at the ceiling. His face was flushed. A happy-sounding laugh burst from Bryson before he turned his head and met King’s stare. His eyes danced with happiness. “Sorry.”

He was so sexy and King was too happy to care if they went any farther. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I’ve never been with another man.”

That didn’t surprise King.

Bryson’s hands rose and fell in a helpless gesture. “I like you a lot and I want this. I’m just.” He gestured again. “It’s the logistics of it, I guess. Like I know I want you. I’m just not sure…”

He was so adorably embarrassed. King’s heart went out to him. “It’s okay. I’d never rush you or expect more from you than you’re willing to do.” He shrugged. “I like you a lot too. Being with you is enough for me. You can tell me when you’re ready. If you never are, that’s okay too. Your feelings matter to me.”

Bryson looked so trusting. It tugged at King’s heartstrings. “I’m ready. It’s just that I don’t know where to start.”

King nodded and rolled from the bed. He held Bryson’s stare and stripped. “Have you fantasized about me?”

This time, Bryson didn’t blush. “Yes.”

King gave him a sharp nod. Completely nude, he climbed onto the bed and settled on his back. “Whatever you did in your fantasies, do that.”

“Are you sure?” Bryson sounded skeptical.

King met and held his stare. “There’s nothing I won’t do, especially for you.”

Bryson moved to his knees and peeled off his shirt. King’s gaze moved over his body. He had seen Bryson shirtless before, but it never got old. Bryson was furry. It was adorable. King couldn’t help himself. He ran his finger down the line of hair that disappeared inside Bryson’s jeans.

While King looked on, Bryson unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “I need your guidance. Don’t go along with whatever to spare my feelings. I want to make you fly.”

A smirk tugged at King’s lips. “Don’t worry. Don’t overthink.”

Bryson gave him a sharp nod. “I want to fuck you.”

King was glad to hear it. He was too impatient to have to guide Bryson through his first time bottoming. King would have if that was what Bryson wanted, but King much preferred getting fucked. His cock throbbed. He especially preferred getting bent over with his skirt flipped up and his face buried. King loved it when he didn’t have to think about how his face looked or if he was pleasing anyone. He enjoyed being free in one area of his life, taking his pleasure with no judgment.

“You’ll need condoms and lube.”

Bryson looked uncomfortable. “I have condoms, but I don’t have lube.”

King tried to keep him calm and in the moment. “Don’t worry. Strip. I’ve got this.”

King rolled from the bed. He dug through his bag and found his toiletries bag. It turned out he had condoms too, so they were good. He turned back and found Bryson nude and sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze followed King.

“There are security monitors in my bedroom.”

King didn’t know how to respond to that announcement. It seemed like such an odd thing to say. He had never been inside Bryson’s bedroom. Bryson could have a dungeon in there for all King knew. “Okay.”

Bryson stroked his cock, making it harder for King to breathe. He really wanted this. Bryson held his stare, obviously unashamed of his desire. “I watch when you leave on the weekends.”

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