“Because of me?” I asked, pushing my plate away and moving closer to him. Dean nodded. “Tell me.”
He turned his smaller frame toward me. “Does it feel good?” He trailed his fingers over the cushion, then tapped my hand lightly. When I held out my palm, he linked our fingers together.
“It feels fucking fantastic.” I tugged slightly on his hand and slid closer to me. “Have you ever watched gay porn or asked your brother about it?”
Dean turned bright red. “I don’t... Maverick is just coming to terms with his own sexuality. I couldn’t ask him about that. I think he might die of embarrassment. And yes, I have watched some porn.”
My dick thickened in my jeans. “Did you like it?”
I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to strip off all his clothes, spread him out on the bed, and taste every single inch of his brightly covered skin before I covered it in my cum.
“Yes.” His face had turned bright red.
Fuck me.I grabbed Dean and yanked him up into my lap. His green eyes went wide and filled with heat. This was wrong on so many levels, but I wanted him. “You think you want to get fucked? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“If it were the right man.” Dean leaned forward like he was going to kiss me, but I stopped him. “You don’t want me like that?”
I groaned. “I want you more than I should.” I reached up to drag a hand through his now-dry hair. It was soft under my fingers. It was eerie how much he reminded me of his brother right now with the snow-white hair that covered his scalp. But where Maverick had hard edges, Dean was different. More approachable.
“We don’t have to fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut as I continued to play with his hair. “We could kiss.”
I smirked. “You like kissing?”
“I like kissing you,” Dean whispered, and this time, I let him do just that.
His lips were warm and perfect. His body relaxed against mine, his hands finding their way into my hair as he whimpered into my mouth. I curled my tongue around his, dug my fingers into the belt loops on his jeans, and pulled him flush against me. Dean’s let out a low groan as I placed a palm against his ass, the other one seeking out the button on his pants.
“Do you want this?” I asked, tilting his head up. Dean blinked at me through hazy, lust-filled eyes. “You need to tell me, or this doesn’t go any further.”
He nodded. “Yes, I want you to touch me.”
He reached behind him to yank his shirt up over his head. His bare chest was all hard muscles, and I couldn’t resist dragging a finger over one of his pierced nipples. Dean shivered under my touch, and he whined when I did it again.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whispered before capturing his lips again.
I wanted to make out with Dean forever. I wanted to take him apart, little by little, and find out what he liked. What pleased him, made him ache for relief, and then edge him until he begged me to make him come.
Dean’s head fell back against his shoulder. “Please, Beau.”
“Please, what?” I dragged my tongue over his jaw, down his neck, and then eased him back so that I could suck hard on his pebbled nipple. He cried out in pleasure and ground against me.
Dean’s fingers dug into my shoulders. “Touch me.”
“Here?” I cupped his cock with the palm of my hand. “You want me to make you come?”
He nodded. “I want it so bad. Need you to touch me with those big hands. Play with my balls, finger me. Suck my dick. I want everything.”
Jesus Christ. “You’re a surprise I never saw coming, Dean Frost,” I murmured. My heart beat fast against my chest. “Unbutton your pants, Pink.”
Chapter Five
Dean
Ididn’t break eye contact with Beau as I reached down to pop the button on my jeans. My cock ached for relief. My balls were tight and full. It had never, and I mean never, been like this with anyone before. I enjoyed sex just as much as the next guy, but this felt completely different. My underwear were soaked with precum, and I was scared I would come the second he touched me.
“Relax, Dean.” Beau’s husky voice caused goosebumps to break out over my skin. I trembled when I took in his hooded eyes, the lust and want flashing inside them.
I surged forward to kiss him again, my hands tugging and pulling at the shirt he still had on. “Need this off,” I murmured against his lips. When Beau tried to pull away, I whined and refused to let go.
