Pulling a pair of wide legged pants and a t-shirt from my dresser drawer, I crossed the room to hand them to him. “All right, well, I’ll grab you some water and then leave you alone.”
Avery’s brows pulled together. “Alone?”
“Yeah, I’m going to take the couch.”
He let out an annoyed sound, snatching the clothes from my hand. “No.”
“No what?”
He tossed the clothes onto the bed, both of his hands suddenly grabbing me and yanking me clear off my feet. I stumbled and slammed into his chest, both of us tumbling backward. Avery was flat against the mattress and I was laid out on top of him.
My face burned at the position, and even more so when I felt myself growing hard again.
For fuck’s sake.
“Couch.” He huffed. “What the fuck.”
“What’s wrong with me taking the couch?” I tried to sit up, failed immediately when his arms tightened around my waist.
“Stupid,” was all he said before rolling us over, pinning me under him.
“Avery,” I spat out—but even to my own ears, I was barely sounding just above desperate.
He settled against me, resting his entire body on mine like an oversized weighted blanket. One of his legs was hooked under mine, causing our hips to practically be pressed flush against each other. His one arm was curled around my body, his shoulder acting as my chin rest while I fumbled to wiggle out from under him.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep like this,” I said. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
He only laughed, burying his face in my neck. “S’kay.”
No, it fucking isn’t!
My cock was begging for me to reach down and unbutton my pants and fist my hand around it. Blueballs were nothing compared to whatever torturethiswas.
Humping his leg like a fucking horny dog was exactly what my brain was screaming at me to do. Just to get an ounce ofrelief. As long as I could breathe in his scent, I could get off just like this.
How fucked up was that?
I groaned.
“Shhhh,” he said. “Sleep.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled.
God, what would Avery even do if he found out how much he turned me on?
Freak out, probably.
Run for the hills?
More than likely.
Then again, what other chance would I ever get to be this close to him again?
Even without the grossly sexual tension that was clearly one-sided on my end, Avery wasn’t one for physical affection at all, no matter the circumstances.
Was it wrong of me to take advantage of this?
To convince him to spend as much time like this with me as possible?
