Chapter 9

FORD

I’m yours.

Did I really just hear Bryce say those words to me?

I was about to rub one out when he burst into my room, wanting to talk. I was close to coming, too, but now my hand was still, and my hard cock throbbed, aching for release. But I couldn’t form the message in my brain to tell my hand to move. Why? Because the man I loved was staring at my hard dick with hooded eyes, and his talented tongue was licking his lips.

“Bryce?” I whispered huskily. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans grow bigger behind his zipper. With a smug grin, I slowly moved my hand down to the base of my shaft and squeezed hard, making the purple head of my cock grow bigger and get darker, a clear drop of pre-cum gathering at the slit.

“You wanted to talk,” I prompted, enjoying the way his eyes stayed riveted on my movements. Sometimes, I got hard just from Bryce’s eyes on me—all it would take was one heated glance, and my dick stood tall. His eyes watched the bead of liquid like it was his last meal.

“Bryce, you wanted to talk,” I said, louder this time. If he kept ogling my cock with his tongue out like that, I was going to come.

“Yeah,” he growled at the same time as he took his cut off, throwing it on the chair that I left by the door for that very purpose. “Short version, I fucked up, and I’m sorry, and I broke up with Ava,” he told me, ridding himself of his shirt and carelessly tossing it across the room.

I barely had time to process what he had said before he stalked to the end of the bed and crawled on his knees right up to my hard dick, his hands sweeping the sheet away from my waist to reveal my full nakedness.

“Mine,” Bryce growled just before his tongue came out and licked the pearl of cum from the purple head of my shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head from the warm contact, and mind-blowing ecstasy flowed into every nerve, setting my whole body on fire. Just from a few smouldering looks and one tantalising lick, I was gone.

Bryce groaned as his tongue trailed up my abdomen before stopping at my flat nipples where he torturously lathed one then the other with the flat of his tongue, concentrating mainly on the one with the piercing. Bryce had dared me to get it done when we were in Melbourne for a well-earned rest. I was supposed to get the other one pierced, but the fucking pain of the procedure had me reneging on the deal. I would much rather face a firing squad than go through that shit again.

My body shuddered when Bryce took the steel bar into his mouth and pulled on it with gentle suction. Damn, he knows how much I love this. The hand behind my head found the slats of the bedhead, and I gripped it hard, arching my upper body further into Bryce’s mouth, not wanting him to stop what he was doing but wanting so much more.

“Bryccccee.” I moaned long and low, silently trying to tell him I needed him all over me.

Bryce quickly released my nipple, and his body covered mine in a lightning-quick move.

“We will talk, I promise.” His mouth dropped to mine, his firm lips slanting across mine and kissing me with a passion the moment demanded. “But first, I have to have you, take what is mine. I have to feel your warmth after being in the cold for so fucking long,” Bryce rasped against my mouth, his panted breath mixing with mine.

“Yes. Have me. Take me and make me remember how it used to be,” I begged, the cravings of the past few years overtaking all my senses. We needed to talk and discuss so many things, but right now, at this moment, all I could do was feel. The blinding pleasure I knew Bryce could give me trumped everything else.

“It will be different from now on, Ford. No more hiding, no more sneaking into dark rooms for a quick fuck. This is the beginning of you and me becoming what we were always destined to be,” Bryce promised, and my heart soared with hope. This was a different Bryce, one who sounded confident, brave, and sure about this, about us.

I could only nod. Words were impossible and unnecessary… for now.

“Kiss me, baby.” I manage to get out before his lips crashed against mine, our tongues immediately seeking out each other. Our moans mingled as we got lost in the passion that always bubbled below the surface.

I felt Bryce move his arms, and he wiggled against me as he shucked off his jeans without taking his mouth from mine. My dick screamed with every touch as he revealed his bareness. It took a minute, but he finally got his jeans off, leaving him as naked as I was. I groaned at the sensation of his hot skin against mine, his hard shaft pressing against my own hardness. Slowly, he moved his hips, and the motion had our dicks rubbing erotically together.

For long minutes, we just enjoyed each other’s bodies and the moans that escaped as we dry humped as the slickness from the pre-cum we both produced made it even more pleasurable.

“Oh, yes, Ford, I love rubbing my dick against you like this,” Bryce whispered against my lips, his five-day-old stubble creating amazing friction against my own beard, and to say I loved the feeling was an understatement. I once made him promise to trim his stubble but never shave it off completely.

I hummed in agreement, my mouth nipping at his jawline then down his throat.

Bryce let out a deep chuckle that I felt against my lips. “You love my scruff, don’t you, baby?” he said, then rubbed his cheek against mine.

“You know what else I love?” I pushed one hand between us until I found his large but soft ballsac. The smoothness of it reminded me how Bryce liked to keep his cock and balls free of hair. The man loved the hair on his face, but his hatred for it on his dick rivalled my contempt for sand.

Bryce growled when I squeezed my hand gently. “Mmmm, keep doing that, and you’re gonna love seeing me come.”

His dirty words spurred me on, so I let my finger trail down until I found Bryce’s tight tempting puckered hole. I couldn’t even get the tip of my pinky inside him.

“You’re so tight, just like I remember.” I pulled my hand away and went searching for my cock, the pearl of liquid at the tip just what I was looking for. Gathering the wetness, I went back to Bryce’s opening and rubbed the slipperiness from my finger to his hole.

“Oh, Jesus, Ford, you got my dick so hard.” Bryce groaned as he bit into the flesh of my neck just enough to make my dick jump in anticipation.

I changed the direction of my foreplay and went back to our dicks. There would be plenty of time discovering each other again later, but right now, I wanted that full feeling only Bryce could give me.

“Now, Bryce. I want you in me now,” I demanded. Too much time had gone since Bryce had been on top of me, his arms wrapped around me and loving me.

“Position my dick at your entrance, baby. Use the pre-cum to lube yourself up—fuck knows there is enough for the job.”

Once again, his dirty words worked their magic, making my balls ache and my dick throb. My legs opened enough to let Bryce slip between them. I grieved the loss of his body aligned with mine, but what was about to happen would more than make up for it. I painted my hole with the head of Bryce’s cock, and he was right when he said there was enough lubrication.

“Stop teasing and get me in where I crave to be,” Bryce ordered, his eyes hooded as his tongue licked at his pouty lips.

I moaned at the memory of our last time together like this. It was the day before the team took off on the mission that ended most of our military careers. We snuck off to our favourite supply room, which was the biggest one on the FOB and offered plenty of surfaces the perfect height for bending over or laying on.

“Ford.” A low, deep growl snapped me out of my desire-filled daydreaming.

As I lifted my hips up slightly and held Bryce’s cock against my hole, I may have deliberately let one of my fingers press against his perineum. I smirked at his laboured groan. Bryce may be the top in this relationship, but he loved it when I teased him.

Bryce slowly pushed his length inside me, and my body involuntarily stiffened at the invasion. There had been no one since that last time. Bryce was my only.

“Relax, baby. You know I will take care of you.” He purred above me, and his neck muscles corded with the effort as he attempted to push past the tight ring of muscle.

I complied instantly, and believing his words, I tilted my hips and pushed my lower body up to meet his.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s my man,” Bryce encouraged, then surged forward until I felt his shaft slip all the way into me, filling me. Buried to the hilt, Bryce held himself still inside me, our heavy pants the only sounds in the room.

“You okay?” Bryce said, breathing heavily, his arms shaking on either side of my head as he held himself above me.

“Hmm, I’m perfect,” I answered, my eyes closed, enjoying the moment of my man back inside me.

“Look at me, Ford.” The command was deep and rough, laced with pure desire.

I opened my eyes and looked straight into heated ones.

“You are fucking perfect, Ford. Perfect for me,” he whispered, then his body lowered, and he blanketed me with his warmth. His arms pushed underneath mine, bringing us impossibly close, his mouth now inches from mine. “I love you, Ford. Love you with a fucking fierceness, baby.”

Tears stung the backs of my eyes. Never had Bryce said those words to me. I wished and prayed for them, and now, hearing them after everything we had gone through and the amount of time taken from us, emotions overwhelmed me.

I wound my arms around his strong back and held on tight. My dick nestled between our bodies harder than ever.

“I love you, too, Bryce. I have since the day I met you,” I admitted shyly.

“This is it, Ford. You and me forever.” Bryce exhaled loudly as his hips erotically and slowly thrust in and out of me. Each time he slid out, his dick pressed against my prostate, hitting the right spot that would have me coming hard.

“Forever,” I agreed just before I lifted my mouth and took his in a passionate kiss. His warm tongue filled my mouth, searching for mine. Over and over, we kissed in time with the slow dance we were creating with our hips. This was us finally! Bryce was mine to have, to be with, to love forever.

My hands travelled down to the most perfect arse in the world, and the firm globes clenched with every forward thrust. Going further, I slipped my fingers in the crack and squeezed, which emitted a loud growl from Bryce. His hips picked up speed, and suddenly, the mood changed from slow and sensual to hot and desperate.

“Put your finger in my arse,” Bryce commanded again, his dominance turning me on.

I did exactly as I was told and pushed my middle finger past the ring and into warmth.

“Yes, oh God. More, Ford, more,” Bryce cried out as his hips pistoned harder, his arms tightening around my shoulders. I moved my finger around and found the softness of his prostate. Over and over, I rubbed it, then I added another finger, and his arse stretched to accommodate them. Bryce enjoyed being the one to fuck me. There had only been a few occasions where I was the one inside him, but that was going to change very soon. I wanted to fuck my man, give him the same pure bliss he gave me.

“I have to come, baby. I’m sorry, but you are driving me wild. Being back in your hot, tight arse again, I can’t hold back any longer. I will take care of you, but first, let me come.” Bryce panted above me, then all of a sudden, my arse felt like it was being ripped open as the thick dick inside me got thicker. Bryce grunted and thrust one last time, then poured himself into me. I could feel the wetness of his cum leak out and down my crack.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Bryce cried out again, obviously not giving a shit who heard us because the bellow he let out next went straight to my cock. 

Then, quick as lightning, Bryce pulled his still hard cock out, bent his head, and took my cock in his mouth in one quick movement. His hot mouth deep-throated me, taking me all the way down to my balls.

Throwing my head back, I growled when he took my balls and rolled them expertly around in his hand as his mouth worked up and down. His other hand went back to my arse, playing at the entrance that was filled with his cum.

“Oh, God… baby, yes. Fuck, that feels so good.” The familiar tingle started in the base of my spine, and it didn’t go slow, either, as I felt my balls suck in, heralding my orgasm.

“Bryce, now,” I yelled just in time as my dick spewed cum into Bryce’s mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as wave after wave of sexual satisfaction poured through me. I couldn’t see Bryce, but I could feel his tongue lapping at my sensitive dick, each touch of his tongue making me shiver. I reached down and placed my hands on his head in an unspoken gesture for him to bring his mouth back up to mine.

He gave me one last lick, then brought his body back flush to mine, his chest heaving against me.

“Kiss me,” Bryce said, and I did, the taste of myself on his tongue not bothering me.

For long minutes, we kissed gently as our breathing came back to normal.

“Hmm, that was a welcome I want every single night for the rest of our lives,” I said quietly, my entire body humming with satisfaction. Even during our moments at the FOB, I had never felt this sated, this whole and at peace.

“Whatever my man wants,” Bryce whispered in my ear.

Then, with ninety kilos of pure hunk and muscles nestled on me, I closed my eyes and fell into the best sleep of my life.

 

***

 

“So, do you want to tell me what brought on your turnabout concerning us?” I asked the question that had been on my mind all night. Of course, Bryce’s expert techniques in distracting me were appreciated, but he said we would talk, so now was that time. Only hours before, he came to my room and acted as if looking at me was like staring down the barrel of a gun. In the war room, he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

A heavy sigh from Bryce dislodged my head by a fraction from my comfy position on his pec. His arm moved from around my shoulder, and we both sat up against the headboard. We were still naked except for the sheet draped over our waists. Bryce took my hand and held it to his chest, over his heart. That one sweet gesture brought another bout of tears to my eyes.

Jesus Christ, Ford, are you a fucking soldier or a girl? I cursed myself for my lack of control of my emotions, though I could be excused considering the time it took for Bryce and me to get here. Fuck, we were lucky to have gotten here at all.

“Ford, my feelings for you have never dimmed. It has always been you who I wanted, but life has a way of pissing you off. My parents and brothers could never understand who I really was, and then accepting their son and brother was gay just wasn’t an option. I toed the line in public, and in private, I had you.”

As Bryce spoke, I tried very hard not to react to what he was saying negatively. Usually, when he said this shit about his family, I would get all bent out of shape and kick his arse in the ring. Being gay was not a bad thing, for fuck’s sake, and we’d both served our country in wars, put our lives on the line, and saw death and destruction.

“Now, before you go throwing punches, let me finish,” Bryce said in a calm all-knowing tone.

Bastard mind reader.

“In the meeting, I wasn’t embarrassed by you or the guys hearing what we were doing in the hallway. I was fucking hard as a rock, my dick so erect I had to stop the conversation heading in a direction where I would have thought fuck it and bent you over the table right there and then, leaving our brothers in no question as to how I felt about you.”

I gasped in shock. That was why he couldn’t look at me?

“I thought—” My admission was cut off by a brutal kiss from Bryce.

“I know what you thought, and I don’t blame you for letting your mind go there. After all, I haven’t been the most committed partner in this relationship. But from now on, Ford, you don’t go there. At the Bar and Grill, I got a call from Ava. She pissed me off with her nasally whining, and just like that, I’d had enough. I told her the engagement is off and that I’m through with my parents’ plans for me to go work at the family company, and”—Bryce kissed me once again, and this time, it wasn’t rough but slow and wet and full of love—“I told her I was in love with a fucking sexy computer nerd,” he said quietly, but the smirk on his face had me laughing.

“Really, a sexy computer nerd?”

“Yeah, and all she wanted to know was if she could keep the fucking ring.” Bryce shook his head in amusement. “I couldn’t give a shit if she sticks it up her snooty arse. All I care about is I’m free of her and that life. I’m done with being my father’s lap dog, doing the right thing all the time. I want to live my life the way I am supposed to—with you and the club.”

Perfect. Everything he said was perfect. Finally, Bryce was mine.

“So what do you say? Wanna be my boyfriend?” Bryce teased, the word boyfriend coming out sounding like a teenage girl.

I smiled big as an idea formed.

“Well, let’s make a deal.” Taking the sheet in my hand, I ripped it away to reveal the best-looking cock in the history of cocks.

Bryce looked at me with a confused expression, and his mouth opened to say something but stopped when I took his semi-hard length in my hand and pumped it twice from root to tip. A hiss left his lips, and his head fell back on the headboard with a thump.

“If I can get you to come in my mouth in five minutes, then I will definitely be your boyfriend.” Without waiting for a response, I lowered my head, my tongue licking the tip before engulfing his dick in one gulp. His dick felt smooth and hot and hard in my mouth as I twirled my tongue around the head every time I made my way back up, eliciting hums and groans from my man.

“Ohhh, hello, boyfriend,” Bryce whimpered, and in two minutes and forty-seven seconds, I became just that.