“You kissed me.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” What else could I say?
He cocked his head, studying me for a moment, then pushed away from the van and moved in closer.
“What would you do if I dropped to my knees, right here in the dirt, and put my mouth on your cock?”
“I don’t know.”
Lie.
I was already half hard at the suggestion.
“Have you done that before?” If he said yes, it would wreck me. That idea alone made it hard to breathe.
“Sucked cock?” Jesus, if he kept saying it like that, I’d embarrass myself.
He shook his head, and my breath left me in a rush.
“But I want to.”
He closed the space between us, his mouth hovering over mine so that I could taste his breath. His hand curled over my hip, and I hated his restraint. I wanted him to take control so I could live in my denial just a little longer. Maybe if I just…
I pushed my hips forward, a confession of guilt as I let him feel how hard I was.
With a groan, he pressed his mouth firmly to mine. He ate the curse that slipped over my tongue as he cupped my erection, and I surrendered to him. To sensation. I fisted his hair as he worked my belt loose. He bit my lip hard in response, soothing the marks he left with his tongue.
Cold air hit my ass as he pushed my jeans down my hips and dropped to his knees in the dirt.
His curls were soft beneath my fist, just like they’d been in my dream, and in the space of breaths where he kneeled before me, I had a sudden panic that he’d disappear.
“Otis.”
He stared at my cock like he was trying to solve a puzzle, and I wondered if maybe he was as overwhelmed by this as I was.
“You don’t have to—”
He ran his tongue firmly from my balls all the way to the tip of my shaft. My words caught on a strangled gasp.
“Fuck.”
He wrapped his lips over my head and hummed in amusement. The vibrations made my eyesight spotty.
Saliva dripped over my balls as he worked his mouth over me, and I tried my best to keep still so I wouldn’t fuck up the moment. It was messy. It was clumsy. And when I realized he was fucking his fist while he sucked me, it drove me right to the edge.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to come.” I turned to the side and came all over the ground as Otis shook through his own release at my feet.
“That was…”
“Harvey.” I glanced down at my best friend as he tucked his dick away.
“Please don’t say anything to ruin this moment. Just let me enjoy it, and we’ll talk about it later. Okay?”
I nodded, fixing my own jeans as he quietly got to his feet and led us back to the bus.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
