Luka’s sigh was almost inaudible through the thick steam. “And no one considered it was a coincidence?”
“Nope,” Clay said lightly, but I could see from the way his mouth was hanging open that he was getting close. I had been right in my assessment weeks ago, of him being a top, but even a top didn’t have to deny themselves the pleasure of some prostatemassaging. He had yet to bring up whether I wanted to top, but I had learned he wasn’t going to object to a finger or two inside him on occasion, though this was the first time I’d done it without warning. “I mean, you guys weren’t exactly subtle, sorry, man.”
“And what makes you think Reggie has someone?” Luka asked.
“Uhh,” Clay began, clamping his mouth shut when I finally gave in and took hold of his dick. I sucked in a breath as quietly as I dared when I felt how hard he was and how he was pulsing with every beat of his heart. A pulse that grew stronger now it was my hands around his cock and my fingers buried in his ass, working at the same time. His legs spread wider as his hips twitched, and I knew I had seconds to figure out if I wanted to leave him on the edge or find somewhere to put the mess I was about to create.
Oh, wait.
“You sound like you already knew that,” I told him as I shifted closer to Clay, and he instantly figured out what I was doing. He rolled onto his side, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me forward until his cock found my lips and he thrust.
“Now you’re just saying shit to see if I’ll tell on myself,” Luka grumbled. “And I’m not...because there’s nothing to tell.”
I knew Clay had to be fighting for his life not to make a noise. I felt his cock throb intensely against my tongue as the first jet of cum splashed down my throat, the next one dribbling out to run over my tongue, and the third going down my throat again. Not that I was doing much better, having to bite back the desire to moan as I tasted him, feeling each throb of his cock when he came.
“Fuck,” Clay whispered as quietly as he could as he pulled back and sank into the water. His eyes widened. “That...was a mistake.”
“Oversensitivity isn’t just from friction,” I told him with a laugh.
“What?” Luka asked from the shadows, reminding us he was there.
“Someone sat outside the water for too long and regretted it when he got in,” I called, the lie coming as smoothly as if I had it prepared. “And by someone, I mean Clay.”
“Mistakes were made,” Clay said, and I chuckled when he reached down to cup his dick, which clearly hadn’t liked the sudden submersion in hot water.
“Not everything was a mistake,” I muttered, leaning forward and catching his lips with mine, feeling his movements halt for a moment the second he realized he could taste himself on my lips. According to him, that had been something that even after he’d come to terms with his attraction to men, he had taken a long time to get used to. Taste another man’s cum? Well, that was just what you did when you gave head—but tasting his own? That was weird.
“Evil,” he muttered, but the tone of his voice told me that if he wasn’t over that mental taboo, he was at least willing to forgive me for taunting him when he couldn’t do much about it.
“Duh,” I said, slinking away from him before Luka finally noticed we were far too close.
“Do I want to know what you two lovebirds are whispering about over there?” he asked, and after a moment added, “Or doing, for that matter.”
“Lovebirds?” Clay asked, sounding surprised.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you think you were the only ones who could put two and two together?” he asked with a snort. “I see things too. Especially the way Mr. Isaac over there lights up whenever he sees you, andyouturn into a grinning idiot whenever he’s talking to you.”
I glanced at Clay and shrugged. “I’ve never noticed.”
“I don’t grin like an idiot,” he protested. “It’s very manly and...charming.”
“I like it, idiot or manly,” I said, smiling when he grinned.
“He just did the idiot grin, didn’t he?” Luka asked, content to stay on his side of the spring. Probably so he didn’t see more than he wanted to, just to be safe, but little did he know, the danger was over. At least until we were alone again, because if there was one thing I’d learned about Clay, it was that even if he was satisfied for the night, he wasn’t going to allow me to help him get off without returning the favor.
“He was...pleased by my compliment, yes,” I said with more formality than necessary. Mostly because I knew it would make Luka laugh and earn a dirty look from Clay, who clearly knew I was trying to find a way not to agree with Luka while privately agreeing with him.
“So...yes,” Luka said with a laugh.
“He was...happy,” I said, taking Clay’s hand and squeezing it. Along with finding out that it was possible for me not to want to have sex with another person just because they turned me on and that I could enjoy it, but also find that sharing physical affection was downright wonderful when there was no price tag attached to it.
Clay though? He was naturally affectionate from what I had learned now we had broken through an emotional and mental barrier in his head. It had surprised me how readily he touched me. Never sexually, but a hand on my arm, an arm over a shoulder, rubbing my back, little things like that, which came off as genuine rather than forced or intentional.
Then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised; I had seen how free with affection he had been with Cade. There was zero hesitation when touching me, hanging off Cade, leaning on him, or even hugging the guy. It was kind of nice, actually, especially because I knew that although I was now officially in the ‘free totouch’ category in his mind, I knew it wasn’t platonic like it was with Cade.
“I have a question,” Luka said.
“If it’s about what you think you know, I’m not saying a word,” Clay said in a content voice, though I could feel the antsiness in his fingers as he fidgeted.
