Something in the way he asks catches me off guard. The lie comes to mind easily enough, but the vulnerability in his ask silences my tongue.
I tuck my face against his shoulder.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Erik murmurs, rubbing my arm. “I didn’t mean to—”
“I don’t know,” I finally admit.
When he doesn’t say anything, I chance a look into his eyes right as understanding dawns. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.
Finally, he says, “Ant, I have a question for you.”
“Yes?” I sweep my hand over his chest, grazing his nipple. His sharp inhale gives me the out I need. Hoping to distract him, I kiss his pec, circling his nipple before gently sucking it into my mouth.
Erik’s dick, more than half-hard, jumps, and I know it’s the visual of me nursing his tit that has him hardening so quickly. He doesn’t want to admit it, but I know he’s turned on by how small I am compared to him.
I saw the video he was jacking off to when I walked in on him.
Erik palms the back of my head as I deepen the suction. My fingers find his other nipple, and I catch his cock bobbing out of the corner of my eye. A pearl of precum appears in his slit as his foreskin slides back to reveal a fat head with a thick ridge.
I drool a little in anticipation.
Groaning, he pulls away from me. I suck harder, stretching out his nipple before finally letting it go. I hungrily eye the puffy, spit-slick flesh until he brings my chin up, forcing my eyes onto him.
Fuck. Erik’s cheeks and jaw sharpen, and his demanding expression goes straight to my cock.
“I’m trying to ask you a question, Ant.”
“Sorry,” I say, maintaining eye contact while skimming a single fingertip over the sensitive nub.
He grumbles under his breath, and I stop what I’m doing.
“What did you want to ask me?” I blink up at him, biting my bottom lip, and the gesture successfully snags his eyes for a few more precious seconds. His nostrils flare, and I can’t wait to see what’s going on behind his heated expression.
Wiping his hand over his face, he resets and fixes me with a searching look.
Ah, fuck.
Pulling me close, he kisses my hair. “Ant…have you had sex since we rescued you?”
I go still, not sure how to answer him.
“Were any of those dates you told us about actually hookups?”
Looking off to the side, I give him the truth. “No.”
“Fucking hell,” Erik mutters as he runs his fingers through my hair. “I wish you would have said something.”
I grip him tight, hoping he won’t disappear from me. “If I did, it would’ve just convinced you all over again I’m some kid who’s too broken for you to even bother with.”
He inhales sharply but doesn’t say anything. I place a kiss on the corner of his jaw. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
“I told you, Ant,” he says, releasing his breath. “I’mnotmad.”
I find his eyes again and see his sincerity. I feel it pounding in my chest.
“I’m not mad,” he repeats. “I promise.”
“I understand if you don’t—”
