“Okay.”
“Are you all right?” He seems concerned but doesn’t want to show it.
“Yes. Call me when you’re back.”
“Are we cool if I use the app while I’m away?” He doesn’t meet my eyes and I’m glad for it. I nod. We’re not in a relationship; he can do whatever he wants as long as he covers his dick. We had this discussion at the start.
“If you need to, why not?” I dress rapidly, because I’m at work and his fucking nephew is waiting for me.
“Come here.” Dex grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. He takes me in a hug, but it doesn’t help to settle the feelings inside me. He kisses my neck and finds my ear. “I don’t have to use the app, beardy.” I shiver again. If it were only about that stupid app, we would be fine. But it’s about the nickname, the cuddling, the nights spent together and all the other things that are screaming we’re in a relationship without being in one. I push him away.
“I’ve got to work, Dex. I’m sorry but…”
“I have to go too, no worries,” he says before giving me a last kiss.
He strolls out of my office, relaxed and smelling like sex. I hear Asher’s voice above the noise of the needles.
“You’re such a slut, Uncle D.” He laughs.
“Your mother will be so proud of your language, Ash! Beardy, hurt him for me please!” Dex disappears from my shop, leaving me with insecurities and feelings but also with my mind blown by the best blow job I’ve ever had.
“Not your boyfriend, Bossman?” Elvis laughs in the back.
I raise my middle finger to him and go wash my hands before starting the work on Asher’s shoulder, because there is nothing more for me to do than wait for Dex to realize what we have is not what we agreed on.
9
Dex
“Aiden,” I say, entering the break room to grab some more-than-needed coffee.
Luke kept me up all weekend, and I’m past my prime to have a full weekend of fun without feeling it on a Monday morning. Not that I sleep much in general, but there’s a difference between sleeping four hours a night because you work too much and barely sleeping because you had a sex marathon.
On Friday night, Luke arrived at my place with some takeout. I don’t do takeout—because I’m not a twenty-year-old virgin who doesn’t know his way around the kitchen—but I didn’t have the heart to tell him. I also didn’t tell him I needed to work. I needed to bury myself inside him more. I hadn’t seen him in five days thanks to the trip from hell in Minnesota having to deal with the shit my brother always pulls me through.
Clay needed my help to get back on his feet once again. I’m more than fed up with his behavior. This time, he got in trouble with some guy over a girl. He was flirting a little too much and got sent to the hospital. I didn’t really need to go, but I thought that after two issues in such a short time, I’d better check in before things get worse. Because with Clay, it generally gets worse. I ended up paying over two thousand dollars for repairs at the bar because of course, the bar owner was the best friend of the guy who punched Clay. From all I heard, it was well deserved. Clay wanted to press charges, but I told him not to. Then I went home. Four days of traveling, one day to catch up on work, and Luke was at my door Friday night.
As the tattoo parlor is usually open on Saturdays, I thought we’d eat, fuck, sleep, and he’d leave in the morning. But after coming back from my morning run, I was hit by the smell of bacon and eggs. Standing at the stove was Luke, whistling a country song while cooking breakfast in his underwear.
“Morning, babe,” he said when I approached him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, crossing my arms. I didn’t want him to cook me breakfast, I didn’t want him almost naked in my kitchen, and I didn’t want him to feel at home. It was as simple as that.
But when he turned around and looked at me, all my annoyance dissipated. He was sexy as fuck with his hair sticking up, his eyes the color of my favorite brandy, and his tattoos teasing me. All of a sudden, I loved how domesticated he looked. I loved that he was making me breakfast and I loved his stupid whistling of a country song.
“Is there a problem, little prince?” He came closer, his nostrils flaring and his dick hardening with each step he took. He smashed his lips against mine, owning my mouth, compelling me to uncross my arms and submit to his desire.
“I want to be inside you, Dextyn. Where do you want me to take you? Kitchen? Shower? Bed?”
His hand found my hair and he pulled slightly, finding the line between pain and pleasure he dances on so well. When I took too long to answer, he dragged me into the shower. The realization I liked bossy Luke had rendered me mute. I wanted him in charge of my body.
“Let’s clean you up first,” he said, undressing me.
I’d had to push myself during my run, and my clothes were as wet as an otter. I did need a shower. His body brushing mine and his mouth claiming me had me so excited that my mind couldn’t comprehend how I wanted someone so much. The best part of it was that I could have him if I wanted.
Luke removed his briefs, and I don’t think I had ever seen him so hard. He wrapped his hand around my dick and pulled hard. “Fuck, babe, your cock is so beautiful.” He jerked me off.
“What do you like about it?” I finally said in a hoarse whisper.
“Its size, its girth, its veins. You have the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.”
We went into the shower, and he didn’t lose a second before massaging my ass with soap. He washed my whole body for several minutes, and I loved every moment of it. I felt his erection pushing against my back, and fell forward, my hands on the wall, waiting for him to make the next move. Placing himself behind me, he nibbled on my butt cheeks until his flattened tongue followed my rim. My whole body relaxed as he continued licking me, making me lose control. I whimpered when the tip of his tongue entered me and let him devour my ass until my legs buckled, and I fell on my knees, ready for him to enter me with his dick. But he didn’t.
“Let’s move onto the bed,” he instructed me, his hand still caressing me.
As he helped me stand, his mouth drank every droplet from my body. His hot tongue contrasted with the shivers I felt. I leaned against the shower wall and let go of anything still holding me while he started sucking me. His rough beard grazed my thighs.
“So beautiful,” he said between two twirls, “but I want your ass.”
Taking me by the hand, we got out and dried each other as fast as we could before dragging one another to my bedroom, insatiable for each other.
I got on all fours in the center of the bed, and he resumed what he had been doing in the shower. First, I felt his beard on my ass, then his tongue, and when he finally pushed a finger in, I almost came right there.
“Stop,” I panted.
But he didn’t. While the pleasure was intense, I knew I wanted to look in his eyes when he pushed his dick inside me. I needed to see his passion. I needed his gaze to tell me he missed me. I needed to know I wasn’t alone. I crawled forward a few steps to disengage from him. Sitting down, I brought him in for a kiss with all my strength, trying to tell him things I could never express.