I know. This whole thing is ridiculous.
“I liked it too much. You’ve created a monster.”
I arch into him, and he pinches my side. Hard. A curse slips from my lips, and I rut against him once more in retaliation.
“You started this,” I whisper. “You need to fix it.”
Whit pinches me again and then says, “I can’t just give you hand jobs all the time.”
“Uh, yeah. You can.”
He pushes at my chest, and I cling onto him like a koala, my hips gyrating against him. And I can feel him growing hard against me.
Oh hell. That’s intoxicating. Whit is getting hard for me.
“Caleb,” he chastises, but I’m chasing a second orgasm, and I’m having a hard time telling myself this is a bad idea.
“Just give me a minute. Probably just ten seconds,” I mumble, burying my face in his neck. “It’s your fault for smelling so fantastic.”
Whit’s hand is in my hair, and he pulls on it roughly until I blink down at him.
“Stop,” he says, his chest expanding beneath me.
“Shit. Oh fuck,” I mutter and roll off him. What the hell am I doing?
I rub at my face and sit up. I was rutting against him like some kind of animal, and he didn’t want it. I’m a terrible, terrible person. My mom would be ashamed of me.
“I’m sorry. I’ll…sleep on the floor,” I mutter. “But first, I need to….”
I move to stand up and find some relief, but Whit’s on me, pulling me back until I’m sprawled across the bed.
“I didn’t say you could go,” he says, straddling my hips, and then he tugs down my sweats and palms me.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan as he wraps his fingers around me and pumps. “Yes.”
Whit squeezes me and asks, “How soon will this be over?”
“Screw you,” I mutter as he reaches over and cradles my balls with his other hand.
And I nearly come undone right then.
“Caleb, I think we both know thatI’dbe the one screwingyou.”
My eyes roll back in my head at those words, and I arch my hips into his hand. I cannot believe this is happening right now. Can’t believe that I’m letting him get me off a second time tonight. It’s wrong because I’m straight. Sort of.
Probably not.
Probably not at all.
Whit tugs on my balls, and I explode all over his hand and my chest once more.
And when I come down from it, he lets me go, sliding off my thighs, and disappears into the bathroom.
And when he reappears five minutes later, I ask, “You want me to…uh….”
“No,” he says, climbing in beside me and pulling the covers up to his chin.
I puff out an annoyed breath, sort of thankful he didn’t ask that of me but annoyed he didn’t at least offer me the option.