When my jaw is aching, I stop the kissing, and he rolls off me.
“That was wicked fucking good,” he says.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rory
“I’m staying thenight,” I tell Shai, still trying to return to earth. The first time we were together was fucking hot, but this surpassed it. Is it just that I like dick, or is it him? I don’t get it. Don’t want to get it, honestly. What I care about is having fun, and I have fun with him.
“You really are used to getting what you want, aren’t you?” He runs his fingers through his messy blond hair, tugging at it. The strands point in about fifty directions, and it makes me want to smile. Why the fuck would I smile at someone’s hair?
“Are you gonna pretend you don’t want me to stay?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll go take a piss, and then I want to watch that video.”
Shai nods, and I climb out of bed, open the door, and slip out of his room and down the hallway to the bathroom. While there, I open the cabinet and find a washcloth. I wet it, clean myself, open the door, and then…I hesitate. Should I get one for him? That seems like a thing I should do, so I grab another, wet it, and take it back with me.
When I step back into the room, he says, “You couldn’t get dressed first?”
Oh shit. I haven’t even thought about it. I have a bathroom in my room at the house, but I would walk down the hallway naked without a second thought. But then I remember his mom trying to pull me to the couch earlier, and how adamant Shai was the first night we were together that I not fuck his mom, and I think maybe that’s what this is. He doesn’t want his mom to hit on me. “I told you I won’t sleep with your mom.” I close the door behind me.
“I don’t want her to see you like that.” His voice is tighter than I would expect. I’m not used to shit like this. Yes, Tiernan and Dean are possessive as fuck of each other, and Cillian is with Ollie with anyone except me, but Shai and I aren’t them, and it’s just a body.
But…this is his mom, and there’s clearly some shit there, so I say, “Fine. I’ll be good around your mom, and if she tries anything with me, I’ll have Ash fuck her up.” I walk over to the bed and drop the wet washcloth on his chest. It lands with athump. “I brought you this.”
“Oh.” He frowns.
Was I not supposed to bring him something to wash off? “What? That’s nice, right? I’m a goddamned gentleman.”
He chuckles. “Next time you could try handing it to me.”
“Stop being so fucking picky.” I climb back into bed with him, watch as Shai wipes down his chest, stomach, and cummy groin. “Well, now you won’t smell like me. I didn’t think of that.”
He snickers as if I’m joking, but I let it go.
“Did you watch the video?”
“No. I waited for you.”
“So fucking sweet,” I tease as he grabs his phone and pulls it up.
We’re both on our backs, really fucking close in his small-ass bed. Shai holds the phone out in front of us and pushesPlay, the sounds of our fucking pulsing through the air, the image of him pushing inside me going straight to my balls. “Fuck. I’m hot.” I grab the phone from him, pulling it closer to watch.
“I think my dick looks pretty fucking good too,” he replies.
It does, though it would look better without the condom.
“See how good you take me?” he asks, his breath against my shoulder. “See how pretty you look around my cock?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, my dick giving a twitch, like I’m going to get all worked up again. “Send me this.”
He nods, taking the phone back and sending me the video. My phone vibrates in my pocket on the floor.
I stay on my back, Shai on his side, his head in his hand as he looks down at me. “Who is Ash?”
