Chapter 9

As he pulls back slightly, breaking their kiss, he whispers against Tim’s cheek, “You were being a little insolent earlier, weren’t you?”

Lowering his forehead to Bryce’s, Tim murmurs, “Yes, sir.”

With a smile, Bryce slides Tim’s belt free from his pants, which sag farther down his hips. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”

Tim’s whole body quivers against Bryce’s. Even though he shouldn’t, Bryce knowshe knows he shouldn’t, Tim sighs, “Please.”

One good yank sends Tim’s slacks puddling to the floor at his feet. He wears a jockstrap underneath because he likes the feel of the rough fabric against his ass during the day, or so he’s told Bryce. The front of the jock bulges against his erection, and Bryce squeezes it until Tim gasps in delight. “Yes,” he hisses, arms locked, teeth clenched, every muscle strained. His hips thrust forward, shoving his cock into Bryce’s palm. “Please.”