It’s the first time I’ve felt another man’s erection on purpose, but knowing I’m making him hard is makingmehard. Damon is panting against my mouth, deepening the kiss before pulling back completely.
“Wow. Fuck. Sorry. You gave me an inch, and I took the whole fucking mile, didn’t I?” He had to stand on his toes to reach me, and now he drops back down, taking his hands with him.
“I didn’t mind.” Immediately, I frown. That’s too passive a statement, so I try again. “I mean, I liked it.”
“Yeah?” The hope in his voice twists my insides. He’s looking at me like I just gave him the world.
Running my hand through his sweaty hair and placing my forehead against his, I confirm. “Yeah.”
“You know there’s no expectation here, right? Like, I don’t expect you to indulge me just because of our frien?—”
I don’t let him finish before my mouth is on his again, tasting, teasing, taking. Damon melts under my touch, making me feel powerful and desirable in a way no woman ever has. He’s firm in ways they aren’t, and his sweat smells masculine, raw, and natural, not like artificial vanilla or something fruity.
It brings out something primal in me. The need to conquer and dominate is strong. Eventually, I’ll need a minute to process that because I’m usually more of a follower than a leader, but I can’t be bothered to examine it right now.
I swallow the groan he makes when my hips push forward, locking him in place. Without giving it much thought, my other hand comes off the wall to wrap around the base of his throat.
He moans much louder this time.
He likes that.
Damon likes control. He calls the shots between us all the time. Even for this vacation, he chose the place, the dates, the lodging, the rental car, and the itinerary. Hell, he calls the shots at work and everywhere else, too. I’ve never really thought about it, but I guess I assumed he’d call them in bed as well, but the way he’s giving himself to me right now has me thinking I was wrong…and fuck do I like taking it from him.
Pulling back, I look down at Damon with a smirk. “That wasn’t half bad, Landry. Could’ve used a little more tongue. But extra points for the Landry lips.”
He gives me a shy smile, like he still can’t believe this is happening.
Me either, but now that it is, it’s kind of hard to believe I didn’t see it sooner.
Before things can progress further, the door on the other side of the wall opens, telling us our private moment is no longer private.
Damon pushes at my chest, and I take a reluctant step back, my eyes never leaving his as an older man comes around the corner and chooses a locker, ignoring us.
“Let’s get out of here,” Damon whispers, pushing his hand into his cock in an attempt to readjust himself.
I nod. My mind is still reeling, but my heart and my body seem to be on the same page.
Chapter 21
Damon
Liam is on me the second we’re through the door to the cabin. If I’d thought he was going to have an existential crisis over this, I was sorely mistaken. He moves to the kitchen, pulling me with him until he turns, grabs my waist, and hoists me onto the counter like I’m the lightest of the grocery bags.
He pushes my knees apart and steps between them before moving his hands to my ass and pulling me flush against him, making me choke on my spit.
I’m impossibly hard as I search his familiar face for any hint of regret or confusion, but all I see is lust and a tender look I desperately want to call love.
“You know you’re actually killing me right now, right?” The moment doesn’t warrant teasing, but if I don’t hit the pressure release valve, I’m liable to combust right here.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not,” he says in the most serious tone I think I’ve ever heard him use. A second later, he’s pawing at my shirt, trying to get it over my head.
I let him pull it off my body because I’m completely powerless to stop this.
Not that Iwantto…but I probablyshould.
“How can I make it up to you?” Nowheteases as he nips the skin below my ear, causing my hips to buck and slam into him. He chuckles quietly against my skin. “God, this is fun.”
Fun.
