“You bet they are,” Cora said, grinning like a happy chipmunk while Hammer’s lips thinned in annoyance.
But he didn’t shove Dex off and instead grabbed his ass with both hands, exposing his hole to the cool air.
Okay. This was a level of gay chicken Dex hadn’t been prepared for. How much further could he take this? Should he steal a kiss? This could be the only time to get away with it without a slap.
Or was this an attempt at distraction because Hammer found the stories more embarrassing than touching Dex?
But no. The thick brows lowered when Hammer’s confidence trickled back, as if the reveal had removed whatever brakes he’d put on his persona. “I didn’t tell you, because every single time I had, my partners were freaked out by how brutal and gory they were.”
Dex swallowed, losing his ground and unsure if that meant the sex Hammer liked would have put Dex out of his depth. Or in a hospital bed. Then again, Dex was usually the one pushing the fucking to extremes and not getting enough back.
Focusing wasn’t easy when those massive hands squeezed his ass, making him feel like a meat puppet in Hammer’s grip. The unspeakable things he’d let this man do to him…
“What do you mean? Are they about, like… fucking corpses or something?”
Hammer blinked, only to laugh and pull Dex onto his crotch. Dark hair framed his tanned face so nicely Dex wanted to cup it and lean in to taste those soft yet tense lips. “I do mostly gore horror. With some sex thrown in occasionally. No fucking corpses. I like my lovers alive and screaming,” he said, meeting Dex’s eyes.
“It does get extreme though,” Cora chuckled, as if she wasn’t at all bothered by the extent of touching on the other sofa. Her boundaries had to really be somewhere out there.
Hammer’s teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”
While this was all a big joke to Hammer, Dex’s junk was now pressed against his not-boyfriend’s lower stomach, and there was no way around it. Between the dreamy eyes and the hands on his ass, he was getting hard. He couldn’t believe he of all people could be losing gay chicken, but with the way this was going, he had to get off or he’d embarrass them both any second now—
His brain went blank, because as he wiggled, trying to get his dick off Hammer, it ended up pressing harder against Hammer’s crotch, and something was definitelynot softdown there.
“I… I like horror too. A lot,” Dex muttered for Cora’s benefit, but couldn’t focus on anything other than wanting to unbutton Hammer’s dick—no,jeans—and riding his dick.
Hammer stared at him, and his chest rose, as if they’d both been hypnotized by what just happened, but while Dex feared this might be the end, and he’d be rolled off, with Hammer hurrying into the shower to wash off guy smell off him, Hammer remained still, letting his gaze drop to where their cocks met through fabric, as if he were trying to discern the reason for this car crash.
Dex’s whole body throbbed with a need so powerful it blurred the world around him. “Don’t you know I love everything about you?” His voice came out raspy, and in this moment, he meant every word. With his free hand, he dared to run his fingers over the stubble on Hammer’s jaw. He hadn’t been this mesmerized since that time he took magic mushrooms and walked around an Asian food store trying to pick the perfect packet of ramen noodles.
Hammer clenched his jaw but wouldn’t look away, breathing ever faster as Dex leaned in, swiping the tip of his thumb over Hammer’s mouth.
The roar of the doorbell was like a warning siren, and Hammer grabbed Dex by the hips, lifting him up.
“I’ll get it,” he said, looking everywhere but at Dex, as if the charm that held him prisoner earlier had been broken.
Cora grinned at them. “Wow, they’ve been super-fast tonight. Are you sure you want to move?”
“Yes, yes, I am sure,” Hammer said, rising from the sofa as soon as Dex was no longer blocking him.
Moments ago, Dex had been ready to ride Hammer’s dick despite Baby watching, and Cora munching on popcorn on the other side of the sofa. Now, he grabbed a pillow and put it over his boner in resignation.
Un-sexy thoughts. Fast.
The laundry spinning in the washing machine. Getting cuffed to the spanking bench—No. That one was too hot for his purposes, because even though it had hurt and been humiliating, most of his memories of it were tied to baring his ass to Hammer who wielded the paddle with such vicious force. Which was sexy. Dex didn’t make the rules.
A little pretzel hit the side of his head and made him look at Cora, who wiped her lips. “You sure you two wouldn’t rather delay the movie a bit and get some time to yours—”
A choked cry came from the main door, followed by a loud, hollowthump. The room froze, but there were male voices shouting outside, and the dull noises of a fight came from where Hammer had just gone to pick up the pizza.
Baby was so alarmed she jumped to the floor, but Cora grabbed her pet by the sparkly collar.
“Hammer?” Dex yelled, but then a gunshot shattered one of the windows and Cora screamed out, pulling the puma away.
Dex froze for half a second, but then yanked on the cuff when he saw the outline of a face in the window. “Hammer!” he yelled in panic when the metal wouldn’t budge. How the fuck was he to protect himself, or anyone else for that matter, while naked and unarmed?
“Run!” Hammer roared, bursting into the living area with a man’s head trapped under his arm. The bastard was red-faced but managed to avoid having his neck twisted so far, and kept slamming his elbow into Hammer’s side as they rolled onto the wall.