Yearn A. Ellis (carter reed .TXT) 📖

“It’s more than that. You see yourself as this guy constantly having to prove himself. I see you as this smart, successful, caring man who people can’t help but want to be around. Out there,” Dre gestured toward the window, “you let down your guard and all of this amazingness shines through.

“In here,” his arm swung wide, “and with me, you get so inside your head and caught up in proving something—I’m not sure what—that you turn into a prickly porcupine intent on keeping people at a distance.”

Swallowing hard, ready to end the conversation because it was hitting a bit too close to home, I turned to face Dre and stepped in close. “What if I decided I didn’t want that distance?”

Dre’s eyes caught fire as he stared at me, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “I thought you said that was a mistake? A one-time thing?”

“I did,” I answered gruffly, “but I can’t get it out of my head.”

Dre’s eyes narrowed. “So, we can’t be friends but we can be fuck buddies?”

“Yeah?” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I’m having a really hard time separating and making sense of hating you, seeing a new side of you, and wanting a repeat of that night in the hotel.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that, too,” Dre reached for my belt loops and tugged, “but I’m torn.”

“About?” I ran my hands up his arms.

“Are we making progress toward a tentative friendship? If so, will sex fuck that up? Or are we going to be forever stuck in this awkward, tense relationship where we barely tolerate each other? If so, maybe sex for the sake of sex isn’t the worst idea.” Dre leaned in close and brushed his lips over mine.

Controlling the urge to shove him against the counter and devour his mouth, I plunged my fingers through his hair to grip the back of his neck. “Or maybe we’re slowly mending fences and there’s no reason to pass up a good time on our way?”

I wasn’t sure either of us believed a damn word I was saying, but the way our hard cocks pressed against each other, it obviously didn’t matter.

“Can we at least agree that we won’t let sex interfere with work or house stuff? Won’t take two steps backward from whatever fragile friendship we’ve possibly been forming?” Dre asked, his hands gripping my hips, pressing our groins tightly together.

“As long as we also agree that it’s just sex and neither of us is looking for anything serious,” I said, my mouth hovering over his.

Dre hesitated just long enough for me to wonder if he was going to push away and decide against the terrible idea. Making decisions with my dick wasn’t the best move, but that night in the hotel played on a loop in my head and I was hungry for what Dre and I could have in the bedroom.

“We’re only with each other for however long it lasts—no sleeping around,” Dre said, “and when one or the other feels it’s time to move on, we discuss it openly and maturely.”

“Agreed.” With my cock straining against my uniform pants, I would have said just about anything to move things along. “As the victim of a cheating fiancé, I can assure you I have no interest in sneaking around.” I paused. “But we’re not dating.”

Dre narrowed his eyes a bit as he snaked his hands around my waist. “Of course not. Enemies with benefits? Friends with benefits doesn’t exactly fit if we aren’t full-on friends.”

“Frenemies with benefits?” I suggested.

He snorted. “Perfect.”

“Can we move on from the talking to the fucking now?”

Dre leaned close and whispered against my lips, “It’s one of the benefits I’m the most interested in.”

“Same,” I answered before yanking him close and crashing my mouth against his.

Hot desire exploded in my veins as my tongue dipped in to savor the taste of him. Dre opened his mouth in invitation and groaned when our tongues tangled in a slick, messy reunion. The flavor of cookies and Dre drenched my senses.

Shoving against Dre’s chest, I walked him backwards until he was pressed against the wall, my mouth never leaving his as the kiss became more frenzied.

Dre tore his mouth from mine, breathing heavily. “We doing a quick come and done? Or something more entailed?”

I dipped my head, desperate to kiss him again and again, my lips begging for contact. “How about quick and then we shower and see where things go?” I knew my cock in his ass was exactly where I wanted things to go, but maybe Dre wasn’t on the same page.

You also know his cock in your ass is something you want.

Yeah, I definitely wasn’t going there yet.

“I’m game. Upstairs? Maybe not smart to take chances on blow jobs in the kitchen with seven housemates who we think won’t be home for a while.” Dre’s hand brushed over my cock. “Pretty sure I don’t want to be on my knees with this monster down my throat when your sister gets home from a long day at work.”

“Talking about my sister with your hand on my cock is a major boner-killer,” I grumbled against his lips.

Dre laughed and pushed me away. “Let’s go.”

We raced up the stairs to our top-floor room. With the door closed and locked, I flipped on some music with hopes it would drown out the sex noises just in case anyone got home earlier than expected.

In a flurry of arms and legs, cloth and skin, Dre and I ripped clothing from each other’s bodies. Torn between wanting to savor each and every square inch of his gorgeous body and simply getting my cock in his mouth, I laughed when Dre spun me around and slammed me against the door.

“Here’s the plan,” he murmured against my mouth, his tongue slipping inside to steal a kiss before continuing, “you’re going to fuck my face until you blow. Then you’ll suck me off. We’ll shower