Devon stared at me for another beat, kissed me again, then disappeared into my bathroom. Kirby jumped into my lap. I squeezed him as reality began to set in.
Devon had stayed.
He’d kept his word.
But what exactly did it mean? Had he just been worried about me because I’d had too much to drink? He’d said he wanted to talk. About what? Was he going to let me down gently? Tell me last night had been a mistake? That he was really straight and he’d just felt sorry for me or something?
“No,” I said to Kirby.
“No,” I repeated, then I gently pushed Kirby off me and climbed out of the bed. I strode naked across my room and into the bathroom, not bothering to knock on the half-open door. I gulped at the sight of Devon’s naked backside as he pulled his pants and underwear off his legs.
His glorious, tight, amazing backside.
“Hey, you okay?” Devon asked when he saw my reflection in the mirror. He turned toface me.
There were no words to describe his front side. But my mouth no longer felt stuffed with cotton because it was filling with drool.
“What is it?” I blurted when I managed to lift my eyes to Devon’s.
He actually glanced down at his dick. “Well, um, it’s…” he began, then snapped his mouth shut. “It’s average,” he finally said. “I think. I mean, I figure it’s proportionate to my height but—”
Oh my God, did he really think I was talking about his dick?
“Not that!” I snapped impatiently because I felt like I was going to lose it. “That is fucking… it’s… Jesus, are you kidding me right now?”
Why could I not speak normal words?
“Sebastian—”
“What is it you want to talk about?” I interrupted.
“What?”
I could feel myself going off the deep end, but I was helpless to stop it. “You said we’d talk after you got cleaned up. What are you going to say? That last night was a mistake? That you’re straight? That you were experimenting? That you… you didn’t mean what you said about me being yours?”
That last part had me choking on the words because now that I’d forced this conversation, I realized I didn’t actually want to hear the answer.
But that was the way it’d been with Rick. I’d been too much of a coward to admit that it wasn’t working and that it never would. I’d known that long before I’d found out the man was in a relationship.
I wasn’t going to do the same thing with Devon.
“Sebastian—”
I felt like I was going to throw up. I’d wanted the truth but now I was too scared to hear it.
“You told Kirby not to try and steal me. Why would you say that if you didn’t kind of mean it, Devon? But you keep calling me Sebastian today, not Bastian, so that must mean you’re trying to distance yourself and I told myself I’d be okay with that and I am but I’m really not and I think you should go because I’m really not okay with it. Okay?”
I turned to leave the bathroom but didn’t get far before Devon’s fingers closed around my upper arm and he gently dragged me back against him.
“No, Devon, I can’t—” I began, but then my back was flush with his front and he turned my head so he could claim my mouth. I didn’t even try to resist his tongue as it sought entry. I felt boneless by the time he maneuvered us both so we were standing facing the mirror. He linked my fingers with his, then planted both our hands on the vanity. The position had him leaning over my back. His stiff cock was pressed against my ass.
“Look at us,” he commanded. He sounded pissed.
I looked up. His eyes met mine in the reflection. He released one of my hands long enough to spit in his palm and reach between our bodies. I groaned when he split my crack open enough so he could notch his now slick dick between the globes of my ass. His spit made it easy for his shaft to slide up and down my crack as he pumped his hips against mine. I moaned and dropped my eyes. Devon’s lips closed over my shoulder and then he gently bit down on me to get my attention.
Of course, he already had my complete and full attention.
“Now does that answer your question about whether or not I’m straight?”
