The last thing I remember was saying to him, “You’re a nice guy. Stay away from me.” Then all went dark.
I woke upin the pitch black and sat up, with no idea where I was. I blinked and looked around, the evening coming back to me. I was in the cowboy’s apartment. Cort. My mouth tasted foul, and I had to piss. I swung my legs off the sofa and stood, a blanket slipping off me to the floor. Cort must’ve covered me with it sometime during the night. That didn’t surprise me. He was that type of person—a caretaker. I went searching for the bathroom.
I walked to one of the closed doors and opened it, but it wasn’t the bathroom. It was Cort’s bedroom. He had the windows open, the streetlights illuminating him. He lay naked, spread across his bed, his hand wrapped around his dick, jerking off.
My heart pounded, and as if frozen, I couldn’t get my feet to move. My gaze was riveted to his hand grasping his reddened, wet dick. His strong hips pumped, and his sculpted stomach muscles flexed.
“Uhhh.” A moan escaped him, forcing me out of my stupor, and I hurried away to the other door, which was the bathroom. As I stood and pissed, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Cort looked like naked in bed. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, my body itchy, edgy, and strangely aroused. It wasn’t like the other time…
This time, I wasn’t drunk, high, and out of control. I knew exactly what I was doing when I went back and stood at the now slightly open door of Cort’s room. I watched him fist his thick, heavy dick in his big hand. The red, slick head peeked through as Cort squirmed.
“Mmm.”
My breath came short, and I barely knew what I was doing when I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out.
With one hand bracing against the wall, my gaze pinned to the sight of Cort writhing on the bed, I began to pump my hand down and up. Down and up. My mouth grew dry, and a fog descended over my brain. I couldn’t stop watching and stroking myself to Cort’s rhythm. Faster and faster, harder and stronger. My hand grew wet and sticky, and my hips moved to the rhythm of the man who lay before me.
I didn’t care that I was getting off watching him. He was magnificent, and it was sexy as hell. It had been so long. So damn long.
Cort’s moans of pleasure turned deep and harsh. My hand gripped my dick, every nerve-ending on fire, and I couldn’t have torn myself away from the sight of him if a bomb exploded in front of me. He came, bowing up off the bed, eyes squeezed tight, still holding his jerking cock in his hand, come spraying in the air before landing on his chest.
I panted, savoring every second of his response until white noise filled my headspace and Cort faded from sight. I felt curiously hot, then cold. Trembling, I leaned my forehead on the wall while I thrust into my hand, my fist twisting painfully around the crown of my dick.
“Uhh.” I bit my lip to hold back a whimper. Then the pain turned to pleasure, and I got swept away, sticky come spilling over my fingers. Still gripping my dick, I rode out my orgasm until my vision cleared and I could remember my name.
I needed to zip up my pants, try like hell to forget what I did right here, and go back to sleep, but I had to wait until I could form a coherent thought. When my breath steadied, I returned to the bathroom to wash my hands, then made it back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa, still in shock, but whether from how turned-on I was by Cort masturbating or that I’d watched him and jerked off myself, I wasn’t sure.
It seemed obscene…what I’d just done—spying on a man while he jerked off. But if I had to admit it to myself, it thrilled me more than I’d ever imagined. Sex had always been numbed by alcohol and drugs. The high helped me get in the game and get off. From the time I was eighteen, I’d fucked so many women without remembering a single name.
Not one woman comes to mind, I thought as I sank back into sleep,yet I’ll sure as hell never forget Cort and what I’ve seen tonight.
A smell I’dalmost forgotten greeted me when I awoke, the sun shining so bright and hot through the window, I knew it had to be past noon. I rubbed my eyes and sat up to see Cort, shirtless and in sweats, standing at the stove with something sizzling in a pan.
“Is that bacon?”
He spun around and gave me a half smile. “Oh. Hi. Yeah. I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up. You kinda fell asleep midsentence last night.” He gestured with the spatula in his hand. “I got eggs, bacon, and sausage cooking. Pancakes are already made.”
My mouth watered. “Sounds great. Thank you.” Uncharacteristically, tears sprang to my eyes.Shit.I hadn’t cried since I was a kid, and even then, if I was caught, it’d get slapped out of me.
Be a man. Be a man.
“Be right back. Gotta piss.” I jumped off the sofa, and my cheeks heated when I saw my still-unzipped pants and remembered how they got that way.
“Bathroom’s the door on the right,” Cort called after me. “I set out a razor, comb, and toothbrush for you on the sink. And I’m sure you wanna take a shower, so there’s a towel on top of the toilet seat.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I took care of business and stepped under the spray, relishing the privacy and hot water. The water ran tepid before I got out, and after combing my hair and brushing my teeth, I felt human for the first time since my family threw me out. I hated having to put on the same filthy clothes from yesterday, but they were all I had. They also seemed to have disappeared. With only a towel slung around my waist, I left the bathroom for the living room, fuming.
“Where the hell are my clothes?” Did he think it was a joke? I hadn’t had time to grab anything before I found myself locked out of my apartment. Only luck found me wearing my Rolex that day, and I sold it immediately, though for half of what it was worth. But beggars—literally—couldn’t be choosers.
“I put them in the machine while you were showering. Figured you wouldn’t wanna put ’em on again as dirty as they were. I got some clean ones you can put on.” He gestured toward a small pile on the sofa. “Whenever my friends stay over, they always leave stuff. Austin ’n Frankie and you got similar builds. I’m too big.”
Remembering last night and the sight of his cock rising up from between his muscular thighs, that itchy, hot feeling invaded me again. I ignored it, my anger draining away, replaced by foolishness. Cort wasn’t like everyone else. He didn’t want anything from me.
“Former boyfriends?” Curious about his personal life, I wondered why someone so good-looking and nice didn’t have a lover. Or maybe he did. What the hell did I know?
A smile broke across Cort’s face. “They’re my best friends. Like brothers I ain’t never had.”
