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He huffs and rolls away, giving me his back.

“Is that an invitation?” I tease.

Brek huffs. “Just shut up and get into bed. You’re letting the cold air under the blankets.”

Close enough to saying he wants my body. I shove the blankets down, making him squawk at me. Which only has me laughing, of course.

I scoot over to his back and curl around his warm body like another skin. Once I have him firmly in my arms, I press my hard-on to his ass. Just to make sure he understands that’s not a test tube or anything.

Brek shakes his head. “Seriously.”

“I’m disappointed our horny cycles haven’t synced yet,” I lament.

He twists in my hold to look at me skeptically. “You making shit up now, huh?”

“Aren’t you a little horny?”

He doesn’t answer for a minute, though he continues to look at me shrewdly. “I don’t know. I was asleep. I wasn’t having a particularly sexy dream, but if you want to make out for a bit, maybe I’ll be horny.”

There’s something in his words that I should be paying attention to. I’m not sure what they are, and honestly, my cock is controlling half my brain cells right now. But Ididhear the suggestion that we make out. That I can totally do.

I grip his chin, making him twist a little more so I can reach his mouth. We kiss somewhat awkwardly until he eventually pulls free of my hold and turns his body toward mine. Much better. Far better access.

His hand touches my stomach. It’s almost a tentative touch. I’ve never truly taken Brek as someone shy, but I’m positive his touch is hesitant. Maybe he’s just playing with the short dusting of hair there. I’m convinced of this when his fingers trail up to my chest, and it feels like he’s playing with my hair.

Okay, that’s good enough for me. I grip his hip and pull him close.

We’ve made out on the couch twice, which led to horny rubbing, but we didn’t go so far as getting each other off. Our touch didn’t move under our clothes. I haven’t even touched his dick through his pants with anything more than my thigh.

It’s strange. The urge for this man is something incredibly new, and I’m so fuckingherefor it. I’m excited to touch his dick and his hole. I can’t wait for his hands on me.

But I can be patient. If he’s less sure than I am, I will respect that.

However, when I bring his body to mine, I’m so thrilled that his cock is getting hard too that I’m practically vibrating. Something Brek must realize because he laughs into my mouth.

“You feel like you’re ready to explode,” he muses.

“I’m so damn ready for you,” I say, and then backtrack quickly before that sounds like I’m putting pressure on him. “That doesn’t mean we can’t take our time. I don’t care if this is all we do tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I’m ready for more, but if you’re not, that’s okay, Brek. Really. This isn’t all about me.”

Now that my eyes have acclimated to the darkness of the room, and because he’s right here in my face, I can make out his smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad that I’m such a good kisser that I can turn you on, though,” I say, attempting to lighten the mood.

His laughter makes me grin. Glad that worked.

“You do,” he agrees. Once again, there’s something in the words he says that I should be paying attention to. Not his words this time, but the tone of his voice. The way he said them.

The thought slides away when his mouth covers mine. I’m obsessed with his taste. With the way his tongue moves againstmine. With the difference in how his body feels against mine than a woman’s.

I’m not sure if it’s preferable or if I’m simply in awe of the newness. There’s a very good chance that it has nothing to do with Brek being a man but the man himself.

Since beginning my study of gender and sexuality at a young age and determining that everyone is a little bi, I’ve waited for a guy to do it for me. I didn’t go out looking for one, of course. That felt a little… weird.

The thing is, Brek kind of came out of nowhere. I didn’t realize I was attracted to him until a few months ago, and even then, Brek is so incredibly shut off from anyone outside his friends that I couldn’t determine whether he was open to my advances until recently.