For a moment, they lay still, the world outside the club a distant hum. Bryce pressed a gentle kiss to James’s forehead, his lips warm, his fingers tracing lazy circles on James’s skin.
“Good night, Bryce,” James replied, a smile curving his lips as he felt the afterglow settle, a lingering warmth that promised more nights like this, where the world fell away and only the rhythm of their bodies mattered.
James’s hips rose instinctively, pressing his thighs together, inviting Bryce closer. Bryce’s hand slipped inside, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes, while his other hand cradled James’s hips, guiding him toward the couch. The feeling was a perfect blend of tenderness and raw, animalistic need. Sexo Gay Bareback - James Cassidy- Bryce Jax ...
“James,” Bryce said, his voice low and husky, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
The first touch was a soft kiss, Bryce’s lips brushing the tip, sending a wave of pleasure that made James gasp. Bryce’s tongue slipped in, tasting the salty tang, flicking and swirling in a slow, erotic dance. James’s hands gripped the leather of the couch, his knuckles white, his breath coming in shallow bursts. For a moment, they lay still, the world
Bryce’s hand slipped under James’s waistband entirely, sliding the thin cotton fabric away. The cool night air of the club brushed against James’s exposed skin, heightening the fire that was already burning inside. Bryce’s fingers found the sensitive tip, pulling it out gently. He traced a lazy circle, watching James’s eyes close and his shoulders relax into the couch.
The air was thick with anticipation. Bryce leaned down, his mouth finding James’s neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down James’s spine. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, tasting the salt of each other’s skin. Bryce’s hand slid lower, slipping between James’s thighs, his fingers brushing the slickness there, then finding the entrance to his desire. “James,” Bryce said, his voice low and husky,
James’s hands roamed, fingers tracing the lines of Bryce’s back, feeling the taut muscles ripple under his skin. Bryce’s fingers dug into James’s shoulders, anchoring him as they moved faster, each contact sending shocks of pleasure through them both.