A Man’s Worth(Brac Pack 31)(28)

Sex kitten? What the hell?

He opened his mouth to tell Bryce he was nobody’s sex kitten when a large hand smoothed down his stomach, making Ahm forget what he was going to say.

Bryce slowly turned over and slammed the palm of his hands on either side of Ahm’s head. “Having you so close is making my bear hungry.”

Ahm’s eyes widened and then narrowed into slits as he locked eyes with Bryce. He had to admit, they were a stunning grey, but he was way too anxious for his mate to really appreciate them at the moment.

“And you think you’ll devour me?” Ahm asked, seeing the truth in his mate’s light-grey eyes. The man was through dancing around Ahm. He was ready to get down and dirty. “What about my injury?”

Bryce curled his fingers into Ahm’s hair, bringing their faces so close Ahm could feel the warm tickle of breath on his lips. “Oh, I’m positive.”

“No one dominates me,” he said with a little less conviction in his unsteady voice, pushing at Bryce’s hands.

Ahm could see the longing in Bryce’s eyes, the need for his mate to accept what he wanted to give. It wasn’t easy for Ahm to trust, but he knew that if he wanted to keep the bear, he had to let his guard down, even if it was just a crack in his armor.

Ahm just prayed like hell that Bryce didn’t turn out like everyone else and let him down. He knew he had a lot of making up to do with his mate, but giving the man his full trust was the hardest thing he ever had to do. A little at a time would prove to Ahm that Bryce wasn’t going to hurt him.

“Just lie back and enjoy what I want to do to you, Ahm.” Bryce dipped his head and claimed Ahm’s lips. His kiss was hungry and dominating and downright scorching, making Ahm’s cock hard as steel. Ahm wasn’t so sure he would argue with Bryce any longer about devouring him. The man’s lips tasted like pure honey to Ahm and he wanted more. He gasped when Bryce forced his lips open with his thrusting tongue. Without hesitation, Ahm opened wide, Bryce swooping in with savage intensity.

Kissing Bryce didn’t quite have the effect Ahm had thought. For one, it was like kissing a runaway freight train. One minute they were just running along, and the next they were going full steam ahead, cocks ramrod straight and growls ripping from both their throats.

Bryce’s growl turned into a groan when Ahm started battling back, matching him stroke for stroke, lick for lick. And damn, could the man kiss.

Bryce reached down and tossed the sheet aside. The fresh air against his heated cock was like nirvana. Ahm reached up and placed the palms of his hands on Bryce’s chest. The dips and hard ridges made Ahm pant as his hand skimmed up Bryce’s impressive chest.

Ahm almost laughed at the thought, but it was quickly yanked out of his head to be replaced with a need to see more naked skin. Ahm splayed his fingers over Bryce’s sculpted abs and slowly moved them down until he ran out of smooth skin and hit the button on Bryce’s stonewashed jeans.

Ahm’s wrist twisted as he unbuttoned Bryce’s jeans and pulled the sides apart, his mouth watering at the happy trail of hair leading from his mate’s navel to far below his pants. Ahm grazed a knuckle over the trail, following it down until he hit fabric.

His eyes snapped up. Seeing Bryce hovering over him, panting, watching him, made Ahm feel like he was still in control.

When he felt a long, hard cock thump against his hands, he just had to look. Ahm tore his eyes away from Bryce’s and glanced down.

He swallowed hard.

“Damn.”

“You want to taste me?” Bryce asked, his tone on the edge. Ahm’s balls drew up tight just thinking about sucking the man’s cock into his mouth. The breath he had just breathed in suddenly wasn’t enough. He had every intention of sucking the man off.

Bryce turned to his side and helped Ahm get into position. He sucked Bryce all of the way down his throat, as far as the cock would go, until his nose was buried in Bryce’s pubic hairs.

And then he swallowed…hard.

Bryce shouted.

Using his tongue, Ahm laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Bryce’s desires.

But Ahm was feeling devilish. He worked the flesh mercilessly, ruthlessly taking Bryce to the brink of climax only to ease back and start over again.

“Shit, Ahm…shit.” Bryce was panting, his hands tangling in Ahm’s hair, pulling at it.

Ahm quickly glanced up when Bryce sucked in a breath. He grinned at the slow blush starting to bloom across the man’s handsome face. He used his tongue to trace the thick veins, his cheeks hollow.

“You’re torturing me on purpose,” Bryce whispered right before he rocked his hips, shoving his cock deep into Ahm’s mouth. Ahm hollowed out his cheeks and sucked his lips back up the length of Bryce’s erection until he reached the top.