A smile tugged up the corner of his mouth, and my heart tumbled.
We’re just having fun here, aren’t we?
Chapter Fifteen
Brenner
Weston Lively sucked my dick.
Five words I would never have imagined uttering, yet here I was, half-naked in his bed, having exploded in his mouth. And all over his face.
Tension crackled between us as he crawled up to lie next to me. I reached out a hand and trailed a fingertip along the cut of his cheekbone, then traced the perfect outline of his lips. He teased it with his tongue, and incredibly, my dick twitched, still in recovery from my shocking orgasm only moments earlier. I slid my finger fully into his warm mouth, and he sucked, adding flicks of his agile tongue.
“Let me do for you,” I whispered, still in disbelief that I was in bed with a man—with Weston—and he’d made me come. There was no denying it, or the fact that Weston was just as turned-on, evidenced by the thick cock outlined in his pants.
“What do you have in mind…uh…yeah…that,” he grunted as I cupped his erection and squeezed it. “Do that.”
My ribs prevented me from moving too swiftly, but Weston helped by wriggling out of his pants to lie fully naked. I stared at his body—the hard dips and cut of muscle, the golden hair on his chest and his strong thighs. All of which I’d seen in other men inlocker rooms at the gym or on the beach. None of which had ever held my interest or turned me on.
Until now.
Weston’s dick was hard and thick, with a pulsing vein running up the side, inviting me to touch. I wrapped my fingers around the thick length, and hearing a sigh of pleasure escape Weston, I began to stroke him. I picked up some sticky precome to help lubricate, watching in fascination as he writhed and thrust into my hand.
“Faster,” he grunted, and I did as he asked, never taking my eyes off him. A curious ache stole through me, and a throb hit me low in my belly.
Damn, I wonder what he’d feel like in me.
I ached and, half-hard, I tried to shift closer, but it hurt, so I stayed in place, my hand working his shaft. When I jerked off, I liked it hard with a little twist on top, so I gave that same treatment to Weston, who hissed.
“Good or no?” I murmured, continuing to apply pressure.
“Yeah, do it, Bren, oh fuck.” He arched off the bed, hips snapping, head flung back, giving me a vision of passion I’d never imagined. “Bren,” he cried out and lost it, his hot come streaming through my fingers. The sight of Weston Lively coming undone sent me reeling, and I grabbed my cock. Another orgasm ripped through me, and I joined him on the bed, the two of us lying flat staring up at the ceiling, chests heaving.
“Are you okay?” I asked, curious if he’d try to downplay it. Prepared to accept it if he did.
“You’re kidding, right?” he murmured, and rolled on his side. Even in the shadows of the bedroom, I could see the haze of lust in those incredible green-gold eyes. He ran his fingers along my leg, and I trembled. “It was fantastic. What we did that nightwhen we were drunk rarely left my mind. Then last week, when we almost kissed…” He bit his lip. “I couldn’t stop wondering what you’d taste like. I don’t know what’s happening here, but are you okay with it?”
I reached out to touch his hairy chest. Who could’ve guessed I’d like it? But I did, and Weston’s hum of pleasure let me know he was into it as well. “I-I don’t know either, but it’s like you said. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you…and me. It’s never been like this with any other man. Only you.”
He winked. “I am one of a kind.”
I rolled my eyes, enjoying the banter. “You, me, and your ego. Good thing you have a king-sized bed to fit us all.” Realizing I might be getting ahead of myself, I bit my lip. “I didn’t mean I’d be sleeping here with you. I don’t want—”
“I do. Please stay.”
My fingers curled over his heart, and I felt its rapid thumping. “Okay. I’d like that.”
“Me too.” He hesitated, then swooped in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll get your pants for you.” He pulled on his sweats, picked up mine, and helped me on with them. “Are you feeling any better with the ribs?”
“I think so. I haven’t needed the painkillers since last week. They made me dopey.” I pulled up the covers and watched Weston climb in on the other side. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you have any regrets that this happened?”
Concern spread across his face, and a tiny line bisected his forehead. “Why are you asking? Is that how you feel?”
“No.” I exhaled a relieved breath. “There’s been something in the air between us for a while now.”
