I nudge his shoulder gently and whisper, “Slade…”
He groans in his sleep, a grumpy huff, and rolls onto his side, pulling the covers higher up to his shoulder like he can shut out whatever’s disturbing him.
Desperation must be driving me because I don’t stop. I round the bed quietly, lift the edge of the covers, and slide in behind him. I position myself as the little spoon, pressing my back against his chest, and even manage to reach back and pull his heavy arm over my waist so it drapes across me. Then I push my ass back firmly against his crotch, the thin fabric of his boxers the only thing separating us. He doesn’t stir.
I let out a soft sigh, more content than I have any right to be, nestled against my stepdad in the middle of the night while my girlfriend sleeps down the hall.
I can’t help myself. Lying here with my bare ass pressed tight against Slade’s crotch, the heat of his body soaking into my skin, I start moving… slow, purposeful rolls of my hips. I grind back against him in careful, deliberate circles, feeling the soft fabric of his boxers slide against my bare skin. Every tiny shift sends sparks up my spine. I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep any sounds from escaping, breathing shallow through my nose.
I pause when Slade’s breath catches for a second, rough and uneven in the quiet room. My heart slams against my ribs. But then his breathing evens out again, deep and steady, so I keep going, a little bolder now, pressing back firmer, dragging my ass along the growing ridge I can already feel forming.
It doesn’t take long, maybe thirty seconds of steady friction, before his cock starts to thicken behind me, swelling hot and heavy against the curve of my ass. He’s getting hard for me, even in his sleep.
I almost whimper out loud. The sound catches in my throat and I freeze completely, every muscle locked up as Slade’s fingers start to twitch against my stomach. His hand flexes once, then again, like his body is slowly waking up and trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
I hold my breath, eyes squeezed shut tight in the dark, bracing for whatever comes next.
Slade’s hips twitch forward a fraction, instinctively seeking the friction that just stopped. Then his whole body goes rigid behind me.Shit.
His rough voice cuts through the silence, low and disoriented. “What the…”
Suddenly he’s moving fast, practically flinging himself backward and out of the bed. The mattress shifts violently as he stands.
“What the fuck, Andrew?!” he whisper-shouts, voice tight with shock and anger.
I stay completely still, pretending maybe I cansomehowdisappear into the sheets. Maybe if I don’t move, he’ll think I’m asleep. No, that’s stupid… that won’t work.
Slade doesn’t buy it for a second. He reaches down, grabs my shoulder, and rolls me onto my back in one firm motion. I’m completely exposed now, cock hard and flushed.
“Oh, you’re gonna pretend to sleep, huh?” he growls.
Before I can say anything, his hand comes down in a sharp, stinging slap right across my cock. The sudden impact sends a bolt of heat and pleasure straight through me. I moan shamelessly, loud and broken, my eyes flying open as my hips jerk up involuntarily.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Slade says, voice dark and edged. He’s standing over the bed in nothing but his boxers, chest rising and falling fast. “Mind telling me what the fuck you’re playing at?”
I swallow hard, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “I’m horny.”
Slade lets out a disbelieving laugh, short and rough. “So go and have sex with yourgirlfriend!”He puts heavy emphasis on the word, reminding me exactly how absurd I’m being right now.
When I don’t move, his tone drops into that low, commanding register that sends a dangerous thrill racing down my spine. “Get out.Now.”
“No…” I whisper.
I just lie here, naked and still hard on his bed, staring up at him.
Slade lets out a deep, displeased growl that vibrates through the room. He snatches his robe from where it’s hanging on the wardrobe door, yanks it on, and ties the belt with sharp, angry movements. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
I watch, stunned, as heactuallyturns and leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet but firm click. The silence that follows feels deafening.
Fuck… that wasn’t supposed to happen.
Chapter Six
Andrew
The past three days have been nothing but heavy, suffocating silence and shame that clings to me like smoke. Monday night keeps replaying in my head every time I close my eyes… crawling into Slade’s bed, grinding against him like an idiot, the way he flung himself out of the sheets and looked at me with that mix of shock and disappointment. I’ve barely left my room since, tiptoeing around the house like I’m scared to breathe too loud. I know I made him really uncomfortable. Part of me has even been thinking about moving out, finding some cheap place nearby so I stop being such a burden. The thought sits in my gut like a stone, but right now it’s not the loudest thing in my head.
Today is Friday, and I’m determined to actually do something right for once. To prove to Slade, and to myself, that Icanbe better.
