“I’ll fucking try.”
And he does. I can feel the strain in his thighs as he does his best to stay still as I open my mouth to him once more.
Jesus, how is this turning me on so much? His urgency, the stinging grip on my hair, satisfies something in me as much as it does him.
“Coming,” he grunts.
I pull away, stroking him to completion, watching in awe as thick ropes of cum paint his body.
I should’ve kept my mouth on him. Having his cum coat my tongue isn’t off-putting, but I needed to watch his face as he lost it.
I fall to the bed beside him, turning my head to look in his direction when I feel him do the same.
“Fuck,” he whispers, that real smile I always ache for transforming his entire face.
Chapter 20
Archer
Waking up next to Brooks was supposed to be amazing. I’ve pictured it more times than I can count, but it didn’t look like him curled up on the far edge of the bed when I ran it through my fantasies.
Curled into his side? Yes.
Flush against his back with my hand on his abdomen? Of course.
Waking with my cock in his mouth? You bet. That’s my all-time favorite.
Him clinging to the edge of the bed to keep from falling off because that’s as far from me as he could get without being on the floor? Not a single time.
I considered getting dressed and leaving before he woke up, but I was tired of running, exhausted from wondering, so I stuck around, shifting on the bed, and making noise until he began to stir.
I’d considered that maybe he just wasn’t used to being in the bed with someone, and that brought a weak smile to my face. But then he looked over his shoulder at me, climbed out of bed, and locked himself in the bathroom.
It was what happened next that made my blood boil. There was no mistaking the grunts that came from the other side of the door.
I was naked in the fucking bed, and he decided that jacking off in the shower was the best course of action. I don’t know that I’ve ever been more insulted in my life.
I considered for the second time, getting up and leaving, avoiding whatever awkwardness was sure to transpire once he was finished, and for the second time, I stayed right where I was at because the same feelings still applied.
“Hey.”
That’s what the idiot said to me the second he walked out of the bathroom. He didn’t even bother to look ashamed for what he did.
Being the petulant rock star everyone expects me to be, I simply stood in all my naked glory, my cock hard because I can’t control the thing with the sight of him standing there wrapped in a towel, and I brush past him into the bathroom.
I wanted to stay until he was gone, but I just couldn’t. I wanted my eyes on him even more.
I grinned the entire time I used his toothbrush, hoping that it annoyed the hell out of him, and went back into the bedroom to find him getting dressed.
I managed not to ask him what he was doing because my ego just couldn’t handle being told to mind my own business. Instead, I slipped back into the bed, refusing to even pull the covers back up over my hips. My erection had flagged in the bathroom, but new life was breathed into it while watching him thread cufflinks into place on his crisp black shirt.
“What?” he asked when I continued to stare.
I gave him the silent treatment. It was the least he deserved.
His chuckle settled in my balls.
“Where are you going?” I cringed internally in that moment, hating that I couldn’t sound less desperate for attention.
“Think you’ll miss me,” he teased.
Things shifted then, his eyes raking down my chest before settling on my dick.
I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I knew he liked the sound, and the man didn’t deserve it.
“I have to attend the brunch.”
That made perfect sense. He was here for a weekend-long wedding, but it didn’t keep a pout from my lips.
“You are going to miss me,” he said as his knee hit the bed at my side.
I looked away from him, hating that he looks almost as sexy dressed as he did completely naked last night.
“I’ll bring you back something to eat.”
His hands pushed both of mine into the mattress at my sides as he leaned over me.
“Lose the attitude or all you’ll get in your mouth is my cock.”
Then he kissed me, and like the idiot I am, I forgot all about the red flags from earlier in the morning.
He pulled away, grabbed his wallet and phone, and disappeared out the door.
That one kiss held me over until he got back with a heaping plate of food that I didn’t for a second pretend that I didn’t want.