by Baylin Crow
“Are you going to do it?” he panted and I nearly cursed.
“Do you want me to?” I whispered in his ear.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. Stopping all movement, he sat up and cleared his throat. “I’m curious, but I’ve never done anything, um, there.” His cheeks flushed a deep red before he raised his hands to cover his face. The rest of his words were muffled behind his palms. “I’m pretty positive it’s going to hurt. But there are other things I want to do, and if I can’t take a finger…”
Was he seriously saying he wanted me to fuck him? I’d literally been left speechless, drunk as fuck on lust.
“I think I want to try though.” He peeked between his fingers. Fucking adorable.
Grabbing his hands, I pulled them from his face. “Don’t hide from me.”
I stared at him for the longest moment, trying to make myself believe this was happening. His eyes were wide and sparkled with need. There was no way I could deny him. Not that I’d want to. My cock was in full agreement as it stood proud between us.
“Go to my room and lie face down on my bed.”
Nerves hit me full force, sending a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. No, not butterflies. Hornets dive-bombed my gut as I got up and followed him. You’d think I’d be the confident one, but with Drew, it was like taking a dive into the unknown. He’d never done anything like this, and damn if I didn’t want this to be the best sexual experience of his life. That was a lot of pressure.
He did as I asked and lay down on my cool silk sheets. His body spread before me, pale skin on black silk. Drew lying like this was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Quiet filled the room with anticipation, and I let him wonder what I was going to do. He lifted his head, watching over his shoulder as I stroked myself while staring at him. I memorized everything about his face in that moment. Lust burned bright, but his eyes held a softness that hadn’t been there before, and I wondered if my expression mirrored his. Something was happening here, whether I wanted it to or not.
My gaze moved away, down the lean lines of his back and finally over his amazing ass and toned legs.
“Spread your legs,” I said quietly and he obeyed. His legs slid hesitantly wider and wider until he was bared to me. His heavy pink sac lay against the bed, and the place I wanted to bury myself in was on full display, waiting for me. His rosy pink bud beckoned me to take it. Take what was mine.
I strode to the nightstand and pulled open the top drawer, producing a bottle of lube, and popped the lid as I made my way back to him. He eyes tracked my every move as I coated one finger until it was shiny and wet. The bed dipped with my weight as I climbed behind him and between his legs. I squeezed more of the lube, directly down his crack. Drew let out a surprised gasp as the cool liquid hit his skin, running between his cheeks. I snapped the lid closed and tossed it on the bed.
I leaned over him, tilting his head to the side, and captured his lips with my own. Need for him raged through my whole body, and once he moaned, I sensed he was right there with me. I ran my finger along his inner thigh, tracing higher and higher. Then I fondled his sac before moving up, brushing over his taint. He groaned into my mouth, a desperate sound that spurred me on. So I went further, circling around his sensitive entrance, spreading the lube before gently probing.
“You okay?” I whispered when he instinctively tensed again. He nodded, but he still seemed stiff. “Relax,” I mumbled in his ear. “Let me in.”
With a deep breath, his body finally went slack. I pressed gently again until I breached the ring of muscle and was buried to the first knuckle. He gasped, and I paused, knowing the first time was a big adjustment. But the odd and foreign sensation was worth it. I gave him time before I withdrew my finger and then sank it back in a little farther. I continued the motion until my finger sank inside completely and then leaned back to examine my work.
“Oh fuck,” I murmured, “that is so fucking hot.”
He peered over his shoulder, and I could only imagine the expression he was seeing as my hungry eyes devoured the sight of my finger penetrating him over and over. I nearly shot my load when he started moaning and rocking back into my hand.
“Just like that. Fuck my finger.”
He rose on all fours to gain leverage to rock back harder. I let him go at his own pace and let him ride my hand, mesmerized as I watched his face tense in pleasure. With my free hand, I reached under him, finding his cock stiff and ready. I jerked him in time with his thrusts that were gaining speed. This was only the beginning. He was going to love it when we finally had sex. I couldn’t wait to show him how much.
“I’m going to come,” he warned. My ability to resist disintegrated as I pumped into him harder, curling my finger to find the spot that would drive him wild. His orgasm hit hard, mouth open in a silent scream and eyes screwed shut as he clamped around my finger. A seemingly never-ending amount of come soaked the sheets. When he was milked dry, he collapsed, boneless, and I couldn’t help a surge of pride at having done that to him.
I eased my finger out before rolling him to his back and staring into his eyes intently.
“That was insane,” he admitted.
“Insanely fucking hot.” I bent to kiss the swollen lips he’d been biting as he’d taken my finger.
Drew glanced between us to where my erection still raged, hard and ready.
“Asher?” He licked his lips.
“Yeah?” Did he know what that little movement was doing to me?
“I want to try something.” His voice shook slightly.
Color me intrigued. He pushed forward, hand on my chest, guiding me until I was perched on my knees, waiting to see what he’d do. When Drew rolled to his front and rose on all fours, crawling toward me until his hot breath scorched my cock, I shuddered. I’d never wanted anyone the way I did him. There was something about Drew that I’d been drawn to from the first time we’d locked gazes. As his ice-blue eyes peered up at me, something tightened in my chest. This was more than physical attraction. Maybe it was in the beginning, but now that I’d spent so much time with him, it was more. Honestly, that scared me, but I couldn’t stop wanting him.
The vulnerability in his wide-eyed gaze made me pause. I wanted to make sure this was what he wanted to do, and not because he thought he should reciprocate. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, he lowered his head and kissed the tip. A hiss escaped between my teeth as I held myself in check. Then he closed his mouth over the head and gave a tentative suck to the sensitive tissues. He was testing and tasting. He was driving me insane.
I grabbed a handful of his hair, tempted to thrust into his luscious mouth. Instead, I forced myself to be still and let him set the pace. He groaned around me, a pleased sound, and my whole body broke out in chills. He gripped my shaft in his warm hand, stroking where his mouth didn’t cover while he bobbed faster, taking as much as he could. My eyes slid closed and my legs shook. I sat back on my calves to avoid falling over.
“Jesus, Drew. That feels insane. So damn good.” Fucking hell, his mouth was perfect. Needing to see him take me in his mouth, I forced my eyes open.
Drew was watching me through his dark lashes and sucking on me as if he couldn’t get enough. My hips jerked up, demanding more of that mouth, that wet heat. I couldn’t get enough. Hell, it would never be enough. My hips thrust faster, chasing that wicked tongue until he gagged. I instantly stopped moving.
“Shit, I’m sor…” My words disappeared when he took me deep, ripping a ragged groan from deep in my throat. Drew moaned around my shaft, and I bit back every filthy word I’d ever learned.
I leaned forward, needing to touch him, and reached underneath him until my fingers grazed the tip of his cock. He was hard again and I wanted to wrap my hand around him, but from this angle, it was too difficult.
“I want to try something,” I gritted between clenched teeth.
He pulled his mouth away, waiting. Without e
xplanation, I flipped around and scooted beneath him head first and took him in my mouth.
“Holy hell,” he moaned before he latched back onto my cock, getting the full picture. His mouth worked my swollen flesh as I urged him to thrust down so I could take him further, surrounding me with the smell and taste of him. The sensations were too much and my orgasm was close. Too close.
“I’m going to come,” I said, releasing him enough to warn him. No hesitation, he sucked harder. His eagerness shocked me. In the best possible way. “Thank fuck,” I growled.
Thrusting three more times with quick jerky movements, my body quaked as my release hit hard. Drew tensed in surprise for only a moment before he used that talented mouth to suck me dry. Releasing me, he fell apart a minute later, shouting my name, and coated my tongue with my new favorite flavor: Drew.
He remained over me, panting before flopping down beside me on his back. When he didn’t speak, I worried that we’d gone too far and he regretted it. A heavy weight settled in my gut as I kept my eyes on him. Then he tilted his head to the side and shot me a lazy smile.
“Wow, Ramsey. You really know how to suck a cock. I don’t think my legs work anymore.” His sated body sagged into the memory foam mattress.
I grinned and quirked a brow. “I could say the same. You sure you’ve never done that before?” Drew landed a backhanded swat to my chest. Chuckling, I snagged his hand and dragged him close to me until his head rested on my pillow next to mine. The gesture seemed more intimate than I’d intended. I didn’t know what I’d intended. When Drew turned on his side and rested his head on my chest, I froze for less than a second, but his body went rigid.
“Sorry.” He went to roll away, and I grabbed his arm to stop him. The sudden loss of his body heat bothered me.
“No, it’s fine. Just not used to it.” When he still stared, I tugged hard enough to make him fall forward onto my chest. Drew rearranged himself, laying his head back on my chest. His body was still stiff, and I hated it was my fault. As I traced patterns onto his back with my fingers, his body slowly relaxed against mine. Staring at his blond mop of hair resting on my chest, I struggled to find the words to explain the confusing shit in my head, but in the end, settled on enjoying the moment while it lasted.
What was I doing? I didn’t want anyone to get hurt here, and I wasn’t so sure that person wouldn’t be me. For now, it was best that I keep things physical. Hell, that was all it could ever be. All I’d thought about was having him in my bed, and now he was under my skin.
The arm wrapped around Drew started to tingle from the loss of blood supply. It was going to be annoying as hell if I didn’t move, but I couldn’t. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I wanted him away again.
“Shit, it’s Sunday,” he mumbled against my skin.
“All day long,” I agreed.
He huffed out a laugh. “I told Maggie I’d come for Sunday dinner.” He paused. “You want to go?”
I froze as reality crashed down. If I went and Pete or Maggie picked up on this vibe between me and Drew, things could get rocky for all of us. Pete might not be okay finding out not only was I gay, but I was also messing around with Drew. He might even stop training me. I should tell Drew no. When I glanced down at him and opened my mouth, I couldn’t do it. Instead, I found myself saying, “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Maybe just not let on about any of this though. I want to survive dinner.” Besides, I was making a big deal out of nothing. There was no reason for them to suspect anything.
He snorted. “Duh.” After readily agreeing, Drew yawned and stretched his arms across me. “Why would we tell them anything?”
Well, that stung. He didn’t have to respond so quickly. I rolled my eyes at myself and resumed rubbing his back. Not telling Pete was my idea. I couldn’t be upset with Drew’s agreement. So, why did it feel all wrong?
CHAPTER TWENTY
DREW
ONE WEEK LATER
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me it was your birthday,” Asher grumbled for the third time as we entered the lobby of his apartment building.
We were on our way back home from a light lunch we’d deemed worthy enough to leave bed for. I’d mentioned my birthday when I ordered a slice of cake. Sundays were our lazy days, and I had plans for him. All I wanted for my birthday was Asher wearing nothing but his sexy smile and crushing me into a bed of black silk. My lips tugged into a smile as I thought about all the things we’d done.
For the last week, the hours at work had seemed endless until the time we got back home. We spent every night in bed, sucking, licking, kissing, or just talking. The only thing we hadn’t done was have sex, although we’d experimented with adding another finger and he’d bought a plug and used it on me. That had been the hardest for me to accept, but I liked everything else we’d done, so I’d been game. I had also never come so hard in my life. Every time with Asher seemed better than the last.
I still struggled with the way I responded to Asher. Why him and why now? Had I always been bisexual and blind to it? Or was it Asher as a person. I’d been attracted to him on some level since we met, but hadn’t realized that was what it was. Was it possible I didn’t know myself as well as I thought? Was this a regular thing that happened to people? It didn’t make sense to me, and yet, when I was with Asher, he made me feel more alive physically than any of my previous partners. I could walk away, act like nothing ever happened. But what if I was left always wondering about myself and who the hell I was. The thought was scarier than what Asher and I had been up to between his sheets.
I wanted to go all the way, but how could I tell him I was ready? Asking him to fuck my ass seemed so weird. But the depth with which I needed him had become painful.
An elbow dug in my side, reminding me Asher expected a reply. Again. “I already told you it’s not a big deal.” I elbowed him back as we made our way to the elevators. His huff of annoyance made me smile. The ding sounded just before the elevator doors slid open and we got in the car.
“Well, now I have to improvise and do something special for you.” His lip quirked right before his arms caged me in against the wall. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.” And then he kissed me. Deep and long, the entire way up to his floor. When he pulled back, I was breathless and hungry for more. The doors had slid open behind him without me noticing.
“You better finish what you just started.” My gaze roamed his backside when he turned to exit. Asher had a fantastic ass, and I took the entire trip down the hall to our door as an opportunity to ogle him.
“Later,” he said and shot me a wink right before he swung the door open and allowed me to step in before him.
“Surprise!” Those shouts came from every corner of the room, causing me to jump back and bump against the solid wall of Asher’s chest. His husky laugh filled the room.
I stood in the entryway like a jackass as I surveyed the apartment full of people—Uncle Pete, Maggie, Claire, some of the guys from the gym, and then there was Asher who moved to stand next to me with a huge grin.
“Wow,” I said, my voice scratchy as I put together that this was for me.
“Happy Birthday,” Claire said as she ran over and wrapped her arms around me. “Are you really surprised or just pretending?”
“No, I had no idea. How?” I asked.
“Remember warning me about giving Asher my number?” she laughed. “Turns out we’re a pretty good team when planning a party.” She turned to Asher and high-fived him.
My eyes narrowed at them both before my lips stretched into a wide grin. “You two are amazing. Thanks.”
Asher’s answering smile, seemingly pleased with himself, lit his whole face, and then Claire had a hold of my arm and was dragging me away.
“Look at all this food. This was all Asher.” She pulled me into the dining area where the table was laden with catered party trays, drinks, and in the center was a two-layer birthday cake. A small stack of gifts were placed on one of the chairs, and
I could admit to being a little excited to open them. “Are you hungry?”
We’d just eaten, but my mouth watered again, looking at the spread. “I could eat a few things.” I eyed the cake. “They aren’t going to sing to me, are they?”
She giggled. “Go mingle. I’ll make you a plate and bring it to you.”
“You’re the best, Claire Bear.” I wrapped her in a tight hug and kissed her temple.
She shooed me away. The next five minutes, I spent stuffing myself full with awesome food and mingling and thanking everyone for the surprise. A few times, I actually choked up. Especially when Mags hugged me tight and told me how proud she was of me. Other than with Claire, I hadn’t had a birthday party or any type of celebration since my dad died. Hell, I hadn’t had anyone to celebrate with. It was a lot to take in, and after a while, I needed a breather.
A man I recognized but had never met approached me when I stepped onto the terrace to grab some fresh air with Claire. “Hey, Drew, I’m Blake. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He held out his hand.
More than a little awkward, I extended my hand to shake his. The last time I’d seen him, I’d been glaring daggers at him as he took Asher out on their non-date. He had his long light-brown hair pulled back in a man bun, and I could see ink crawling up part of his neck from the top of his short-sleeve T-shirt.
“You, too. This is Claire. I’m not sure if you met already.” He held his hand out to her next, and my eyes were drawn to his arm. Full sleeve tattoos covered both of his arms, and the artist in me couldn’t help but zero in on the intricate colored designs. “Nice ink.”
He lifted his arms, showing off the designs, and smiled. “Thanks. Micah did them at my shop. He did Asher’s too.”
Claire spun around, pulling her hair up and over her shoulder to display the tattoo on the back of her neck, a dragonfly rendered to look like it had been made with watercolors. “Drew sketched this one for me,” she beamed.
“No shit?” Blake asked, leaning in to get a better look.