Junkie(77)

Another memory to fold into my head.

I wasn’t going to make it fast because we were pressed for time or because there were other people in this house. I could be thorough and quiet behind his closed door. I wanted Drew to feel my hand even after we were dressed.

Before sliding down his body, I leaned up and scraped my teeth over his ear. “You fucking turn me on,” I growled. My entire body disappeared beneath the sheets, and I took him in my mouth.

I sucked him down deep, fitting his long, hard girth all the way to the back of my throat. I liked the feel of him inside me like this. I liked being almost overfull with Drew.

It made me curious for other ways he could be inside me, but now wasn’t the time for that. When that time came—if I were ever lucky enough for it to come at all—it was going to be something that would happen when we were totally alone and had all night.

I pulled back and licked all around his smoothness. His cock was quaking and his head was swollen.

With one hand, I cupped his balls and caressed his taint, which caused him to shudder. The other hand I wrapped around his shaft and pumped up at the very same time my lips closed over his tip.

The sudden sensation of his warm release coated my tongue, and I lapped it up with pride. It wasn’t gross to me. It wasn’t just his cum. It was his pleasure, and he was giving it to me.

I made sure to suck him gently until his body stopped quivering and he went boneless against the bed. I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh (because I wanted to) before lifting up the blankets to join him at his side.

“Fuck, man,” he whispered. “You seriously know how to suck a dick.”

“Maybe that’s because I know what feels good.”

“Advantages to dating another man,” Drew mused.

I tried not to react, to not make a thing out of what he said. Inside, I was freaking out, like running around like someone who had way, way too much caffeine.

Drew seemed to realize what he said as well, because he’d gone still. His head rotated in my direction, and we locked eyes.

“Are we dating?” I whispered.

“I don’t know,” he whispered back.

“Maybe we should keep this conversation for a time when we don’t have somewhere to be,” I suggested.

His eyes cleared and he nodded. “Yeah.”

I allowed my eyes to roam his face, because I knew once we left this room, I’d be fighting the urge to stare at him. He stared back, and I wondered if it was because he felt the same way.

“I like the way you look at me,” he confessed quietly.

The words squeezed my heart. It was exactly what I’d known. I wore my heart in my eyes.

“I like looking at you,” I said because I didn’t know what else to say.

His hand began exploring my chest and his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes and surrendered for a few long moments, drinking in the way it felt to have his hands upon my skin.

It nearly killed me to put a hand over his when he reached for my jeans, but I had to.

“I need to go downstairs, and you need to get ready for the shoot.”

“We have time,” he urged, trying to push my hand aside.

“Forrester, if I’d known this was the greeting I’d get, I would have snuck in here hours ago. But I didn’t, and you can’t be late.”

“You’re hard as a rock,” he pointed out.

Like I didn’t know.

“No kidding,” I drawled.

“Let me,” he enticed.

I moaned and almost gave in. The sound of a door opening and closing somewhere in the house was what made me keep my head. My hand closed around his. “I need to go downstairs, unless you want to explain to everyone why I was coming out of your room.”

The frustrated sound he made was reinforcement he didn’t want to explain to anyone either. “Fine,” he muttered. “But later.”

“No argument from me.” I agreed and began untangling myself from his body. The cold air of the room was extra harsh compared to the heat in the bed.

“Take a shower,” I said low, pulling my shirts back on. “I’ll be downstairs.”

“It’s too early,” he grumped and pulled a pillow over his face.

I bit back a laugh and shoved my feet into my shoes, grabbing my coat off the dresser nearby. “Hey, I got you something.”

The pillow disappeared, and he was suddenly awake. I dug around inside my coat pocket and closed my hand around a large round object. “Catch,” I said and tossed it at him.

Drew snatched it out of the air and looked down. Then he glanced back up at me. “An eight ball?”

I grinned. “It’s magic.”

Drew rolled his eyes, but then he started shaking it.