There’s something sexy about him ordering me around. I climb shakily to my feet, the room tipping around me, and stagger back toward the couch. I turn off the light on my way past, trusting the moonlight to show the way, because I’d rather not look at Dex while he’s touching my cock.
I almost miss the couch on my first attempt, but Dex grabs me by the shoulder and guides me down. Then he’s crowding in beside me, his whole leg pressed up against mine, one hand fumbling at my fly.
“Should I kiss you?” he asks huskily.
“Fuck, no.” I hate the catch in my voice.
His hand brushes against my cock through my pants, and I realize I’m already hard as fuck. It’s been a really,reallylong time.
When Dex frees my cock from my pants, I close my eyes and try not to think about the fact that it’s a man wrapping his hand around its length. Except that his palm is callused and larger than any woman’s, and something about that is hot as fuck.
He strokes me slowly at first, his thumb sliding over the slit, and a pathetic groan slips out of my mouth.
By the time he starts stroking faster and harder, my cock is throbbing for release. I slide down lower on the couch, thrusting my hips into the rhythm, fucking his hand with a desperation I didn’t think myself capable of. I’m trying so hard not to think about what I’m doing that my mind is just a blank hum of pleasure.
Then, too soon, I come with a burst of ecstasy that sizzles through my body. I push hard against his hand, chasing the last of the high, and somehow find my hips lodged against his chest.
I open my eyes in surprise. Dex must’ve gotten off the couch at some point to kneel between my legs, and now I’m pressing my balls into his waist, cum smeared down the front of his shirt.
“Sorry,” I say breathlessly.
Dex laughs and unwraps his hand from my cock. He takes a moment longer to disentangle himself from my legs, and I tuck myself back into my pants with all the dignity I can muster.
That was way better than it had any right to be. I’m still definitely not gay, but sexuality is a spectrum, right? I guess a bit too much alcohol nudges me slightly in the other direction. Or maybe it’s just been a really fucking long time since I slept with anyone.
Either way, I’m out like a rock for the rest of the night.
Chapter 15
Dex
The next morning is super awkward. I know that Korren is majorly uncomfortable about sharing the cabin with me, and he definitely hates that I saw him yelling and thrashing around in his sleep, and then there’s the little matter of me jerking him off and not minding it.
Yeah.
But we both act like nothing happened, which is cool. It’s totally fine. Korren’s voice is a bit stiffer than usual as he wishes me good morning, and then we’re talking logistics about getting the place furnished as if enough mindless chatter will make us forget about last night.
“What’re we doing for breakfast?” Korren asks, acting all casual, as if he isn’t out of food and hoping I might be able to keep him from starving until the weekend is over.
And I can’t fucking help myself. The more I get to know him, the more I feel an irrepressible desire to look after him.
“Let’s just worry about getting this place furnished first,” I say. But on the way out the door, I slip a folded-up bill in his pocket. He doesn’t notice.
We pass the bakery on our way to the secondhand store, and after a moment’s hesitation, I lead the way through the bakery door, Korren trailing behind me like a lost puppy hoping for handouts.
I order for us both this time, and when Rowan holds out his hand for payment, I turn to Korren.
“You’re treating us today, right?” I ask with a sly smile.
The look of complete betrayal on his face makes me feel like an ass.
“Check your pockets,” I hiss.
Korren shoves his hands in his pockets, and when he finds the twenty, so many expressions flicker across his face that I can’t tell if he wants to punch me or kiss me.
Rowan is watching this whole exchange with undisguised amusement, so I don’t say anything until we’re safely back outside with our pastries and coffees.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Korren says in a low growl. But he’s already biting into his cinnamon roll, so he’s obviously not too upset.
