“That’s the point.”
We shift positions and I lie on top of him, sweat rushing down my forehead and dripping onto him.
“I’m getting covered in all sorts of fluids now, aren’t I?” he asks with a chuckle.
“You’re going to get me hard all over again.”
“Don’t make that a challenge, because I’ll fuck you as good as I did that first time.”
We start making out again before he pulls away and says, “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“No. Sorry. That came out weird. I needed that so much after what went down this afternoon. It wasn’t easy watching my sis be upset. Or having to break that news to her.”
He moves his hand up and strokes his thumb across my cheek, staring at my lips like he doesn’t want to talk anymore, like he just wants to kiss them again.
“No, I really get that.”
“We should probably get back to my hotel so we can continue this in an environment where this is a little easier.”
I laugh, making a snorting sound.
“Did you just—”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to make fun of you for snorting.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t even know the half of it yet,” he says before licking my lips. “Mmm. Nice, hot, sweaty Scott.” He spanks my ass, and my jaw drops. “Get your clothes on, you nasty exhibitionist.”
“Yes, sir.”
When we get back to the hotel, we shower off before heading into the bedroom and turning on the TV.
“Looking for Adventure Time?” I tease.
“Whatever. Shut the fuck up before I stick my cock in your mouth.”
“Are you warning me or are you expecting me to keep talking so you’ll do it?”
He smirks as he searches through the channels. “At least when I do have to come down here to fix this mess, I have something to look forward to.”
His words give me goosebumps.
“God, you are such a fucking charmer,” I say, annoyed.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, it feels good, but is this just how you operate? The doting? The compliments?”
He shrugs. “I’m just a nice guy, I guess.”
But I really do wonder, if I was some girl—his trick of the week—would he say the same sorts of things? That shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
He rolls toward me and rests his hand on my chest. “Scott, I don’t ever say anything that isn’t true. And you deserve to be complimented. I figure you must be used to guys spilling compliments on you as much as they spill their loads.”
