I step closer to him but stop myself from touching him. “Sex between friends is like whipped cream on top of hot chocolate. It might get messy, but it’s worth it if it’s orgasmic. And you and I know that works pretty well.”
“What do you want then?” Dex can act as blasé as he wants, but I see the fire in his eyes.
He wants it as much as I do, but something is holding him back. I’m pretty sure he wants to control the situation. He didn’t have any last time and begged to be fucked.
I come closer to him and bring my fingers to the waist of his pants, tugging him toward me. He uncrosses his arms and pushes back into place the piece of hair that had fallen on his forehead.
“To be honest, I would love my cock in your mouth, or yours in mine, I’m not picky,” I say, looking at him directly in the eyes.
Neither Dex nor I are making the first move. It’s a battle of wills. Who will give up first and ravage the other? We’re drawn to each other, our bodies almost one. Our noses are touching and our mouths are so close, I can feel the pulse of his lips. His heart is beating as fast as mine. I wet my lips, knowing he can feel my beard slightly grazing his skin. He closes his eyes and takes a breath.
“So Dextyn, what’s it going to be?” I whisper.
“Shut up.” His lips land on mine.
He’s demanding entrance and coaxing me into submission with his kiss. If that’s what he needs for me to be in his bed again, I have no problem submitting to him. His tongue swipes into my mouth and chills spread into my chest. He tastes like coffee and smells like peppermint and mocha. I feel as if I’m kissing the entire display of a Starbucks’s holiday window. His hands are roaming my chest while mine are desperately looking for skin, removing his shirt from his pants while our tongues dance. His skin is soft under my touch and I can’t stop my fingers from making their way towards his dick. I bite his lower lip and bring my mouth to his neck, where I leave a trail of wet kisses. I want to mark this perfect virgin body, with my mouth, with my fingers, with my cum. Dex has no birthmark, no moles, no tattoos. It’s the dream of any artist. A blank canvas I want to stain as mine.
“No marks on the neck. I have a job that can’t afford it.”
I laugh in his collarbone. “You’re so demanding, little prince.”
I bring my mouth back to his and let him set the pace of our making out. His hands go under my shirt, and he freezes when his thumb brushes my nipple.
“Nipple ring?” He pants, looking at me. “How don’t I remember you having a nipple ring?”
My hand slides in the back of his pants, and I squeeze his ass, pulling him toward me. “Let’s say that’s not what you were interested in.” I push my hips against his.
Lifting an eyebrow and grinning, Dex nods toward his condo. “Get in!”
I let him guide me to his bedroom. In the middle of the apartment, mouth wide open, stands Ryan. I don’t give a shit if he knows what’s happening here, but Dex might. He despises the group getting in his shit.
With one pointed look, he stops in front of his guest. “Go to sleep. And no comments, ever, about what you think is happening here. You’ll have your own house tomorrow. Good night.” And he walks away from a still-astonished Ryan, dragging me by my belt to his bedroom.
5
Dex
How can a living comic strip turn me on so much that I could have fucked him in the corridor?
I hate tattoos and what they represent, especially to the new generation. It’s not an act of rebellion anymore. It’s a weapon of mass destruction against intelligence. When someone as bland as Julie has one, it shows how it became the act of self-expression of assholes. But Luke, with only his tattoos as a blanket and his briefs as a shield against my desire, is hot as fuck. His arms are covered with drawings, and his fingers are adorned with rings or small tattoos representing I don’t know what. Two wings are on his chest, just below the collarbone, and his nipples are pierced. His abs are blank, but his left ribs look like a witch has drawn her scariest thoughts on his skin. It points to a path I want to explore. On his right hip stands a Buddha, meditating alone—another side of Luke’s personality. He’s built like a farm boy on a diet, square, ripped but not excessively, with muscular thighs and a bulgy ass. If he had stayed working with his parents, he would have been massive. I can only imagine what his brothers look like.
* * *
“Are you going to strip, little prince, or do I need to do it for you?”
I roll my eyes with annoyance. There’s no way I’ll give him control today. I need to dominate, but it won’t be easy. I make my intention clear by sitting on the bed and bringing his body between my legs. I haven’t had someone’s dick in my mouth in a long time—I’m more the receiving kind than the giving one for blow jobs—but I want him to come undone. “I don’t need to undress to suck you.”
His cock is at the perfect height, and I dart my tongue out to wet it through the fabric of his briefs. A bead of salty pre-cum makes its way on my tongue, and I pull on my own dick to find a small release. Luke moans while looking at me, his brown eyes not missing any of my moves. His hands grasp my hair to be in charge of the rhythm, but I detach his grip and hold his hands tightly behind his back with one hand.
Looking up, I find his eyes and send my warning. “Don’t make me tie you up. I will if I have to.”
Luke sends me a coy smile that changes into a full grin when I release his hands and pull his underwear down over his knees. His cock springs into my face, asking for attention, and I wrap it with saliva to lube it into action. I let my mouth go back and forth, feeling him swell under my tongue, until his groans match his thrusts. Not wanting to end it yet, I release him and slide my hand toward his tip, placing my other one at his base. I pull up fast, and then faster, never letting his shaft free from my touch. He’s so hard that I have a freeway to the rest of his junk.
As he moans his pleasure, I continue my movements and bring my mouth to his balls, devouring one before licking and sucking the other. Tasting him as if he was the best treat I ever had. One hand still around his dick, I disappear between his legs so I can reposition myself behind him. I continue stroking him while undressing. Once naked, I push down his underwear and bend him over the bed, losing no time sliding my cock between his thighs.
“Dex… I don’t…” He stops when my mouth finds his shoulder and our cocks find each other, rubbing against one another on the bed.
I kiss his back while thrusting my hips against his ass. My hand wraps around both of our cocks simultaneously and I caress us gently. I’m in ecstasy but I need more. I need his tight ass to take me, to feel his constrict my cock and to be inside him. I drag my other hand to my mouth and wet my fingers before finding what I hope will be my El Dorado. I push my fingertip in and feel him squeeze firmly around me.
“Relax, it’s just a finger,” I assure him and bite the nape of his neck.
“It’s more something that I let happen when I'm in a relationship,” he says in all seriousness. I freeze. “What?” I flip him to be able to see his eyes and let him fall onto the bed. “Seriously? If I want to fuck your ass, I need to date you?” I say while climbing on top of him. “That’s going to be a problem, because I like to be top.”