Chapter Five
Everett
Stunned, I stared at the naked man before me. Not only had he been commando all night, but he’d presented me the sexiest ass. Round, firm, and with those perfect dimples on his lower back, I wanted to take a bite out of his cheeks.
What the hell?I’d never once wanted to bite someone.
But remembering how it felt when Asher had sunk his teeth into me on the dance floor, I might have to reconsider. I’d been two seconds away from taking him to a dark corner and ravaging him. Driving to his hotel had been torture, but it was better than attempting it up the mountain.
His evergreen eyes blinked, breaking his trance with my cock. I couldn’t blame him since I’d been having the same difficulty with him. Long with a slight curve, the tip leaked precum, begging me to lick it off. My tongue darted out in anticipation, ripping a groan.
“Damn, Dimples. You keep getting better and better.”
“You’re about to see me horngry if you don’t bring that cock over here so I can suck it,” he demanded, narrowing his eyes when I didn’t budge.
“That’s not how this works, Asher.” I gripped his chin. “But I’ll let you have this one since the sight of your pouty lips have been teasing me all night.”
He licked those lips, beaming at my praise. “Show me what you can do, Dimples.” I dropped his chin and smoothed my hand over his cheek, loving his soft skin. His eyes fluttered closed, relishing in my touch, before he leaned forward and took my aching cock into his mouth. My eyes rolled at the sudden wetness and warmth.
“Fuck.”
When I landed back on Earth, his eyes twinkled like he enjoyed surprising me. Soon, I was lost in his mouth and hands as he brought me to my knees. I couldn’t remember a time when someone had sucked my dick so well I lost all control. My orgasm roared, and I had to forcibly pull away, bracing my hands on the wall to count my breaths.
“You okay?” he asked.
“More than okay. I don’t want to lose myself before I have time to enjoy every inch of you.”
He swallowed, his pupils blown, and cheeks flushed. “Yes. I want that.” Asher climbed to his knees and launched himself at me. I caught him in my arms, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. Our bare skin together was more than I could handle, and I fell to the bed, barely managing to land so he was on top. Our cocks rutted together, precum leaking over both of our stomachs. My hands roamed over his body, and I couldn’t discern where I’d touched and hadn’t.
“Fuck, I need you, Lumbergrump. Please say your toppy energy isn’t just a front because I think I might die if I don’t get to feel your dick splitting me open,” he whined, his breathing sawing in and out as he stared at me.
Chuckling, I took a second to admire him this close, cupping his jaw and moving my hand down his back. I could feel our hearts beating, racing so fast it was a toss-up which was quicker. I squeezed his ass cheek, then smoothed my hand over it as I cupped it.
“This ass is all mine, Dimples.”
“Hallelujah!” He leaned forward and tossed the lube and condom onto my chest before sliding off and presenting me with his ass in quick succession. Smirking at his eagerness, I opened the lube, spreading a generous amount on my fingers. He turned back, meeting my eyes as I reached for him.
“I prepped beforehand, so I shouldn’t need too much.”
The image of him prepping before he came to the pub had my cock jerking—that was, as long as I didn’t think about him doing it for someone else. I was possessive enough to want his actions for me and me alone.
“I’ll take care of you, Dimples.” Spreading his cheeks, I breached his hole, and true to his word, his fingers took me easily. It didn’t take long for me to stretch him enough for three fingers. Asher stroked his dick, whimpering as I fingered him and brushed his prostate.
“Now. Please, Everett. I need you.”
His voice was my undoing. I withdrew my fingers and opened the condom wrapper. It was a snug fit, but it would work for now. Adding more lube to the condom and his hole, I gripped his hips to press in.
The noises from Asher would’ve been comical if I didn’t feel the same. It was a struggle not to slam myself into him. His ass gripped my cock perfectly, and I loved watching his cheeks suck me in.
“So perfect, Asher.” I rocked slowly in and out, giving him time to adjust. He pressed back, moaning, wiggling to get more friction.
“Stop treating me like I’m a delicate flower. Fuck me, Everett.”
My eyes rolled back at the words, my need ramping up. “Bossy little bottom,” I growled. Snapping my hips forward, I lost my rhythm and composure in him. My mind blanked as pleasure and sensations took over, and the feel of him became my focal point. Nothing else mattered. The hotel could be on fire, and I wouldn’t hear it, too wrapped up in Asher. I vaguely remembered to knock his hand away, finally stroking him. At my touch, he exploded, spilling over me and the bed. His ass squeezed me tighter as he came, sending me reeling after him.
My vision blurred and tingles spread from my toes to my head. My balls drew up tight, and the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced exploded out of me. I covered Asher’s body with mine, my lips peppering kisses on his back.
“Shit, sorry.” I rolled over, tugging him into my arms.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I was crushing you.”
“I liked it.” He lifted a shoulder, and I drew him closer, kissing his forehead without thinking.
I was dangerously close to feeling something more than sexual attraction for him, but I knew the score, and this was only one night.
After a brief rest, we cleaned, then dirtied ourselves again in the shower for round two and three. Round four and five occurred against the wall and the desk and we finally fell asleep around four in the morning. So when someone pounded on the door a few hours later, I didn’t immediately register it. I groaned, nuzzling my head into him. I didn’t get to cuddle often, so I took advantage of the opportunity.
“Make it stop,” Asher groaned.
“Asher Carmichael Devlin! Open up or I’m coming in,” a voice shouted, sounding familiar, but my post-orgasmic mind was too tired. The name, however, snagged on something deep, shaking my sleepy haze away.
Just as I realized why the name sounded familiar, the door opened, and in stumbled the last person I ever expected to see in my hookup’s room.
I bolted upright, my eyes locking with hers. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of me bare-chested in bed. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes ping-ponging between me and the man beside me.
“Leave me alone, Min. I’ll be all yours in a few hours, but let me enjoy my last bit of freedom,” Asher grumbled into his pillow, missing our exchange.
Mindy’s shock turned to glee at the sound of her name, and she jumped on the bed, putting herself between us. She wrapped her arms around us and wobbled to and fro as she hugged us, seeming to forget we were half-naked in bed. Thank god we’d put on boxers after the last time. I did not need my best friend to see my dick.
“Oh my god! This is the best thing ever! Even better than me getting married! I’d come in here to yell at you for not telling me you had a new boyfriend, and I find this! Eek! Tell me everything!”
“Boyfriend? What are you going on about, Min? And how did you know I was here? I purposefully didn’t tell anyone.” He rolled over, shoving Mindy off him. “Geez, I love you, sis, but boundaries. I’m sure Lumbergump doesn’t want you all up in his business.” He turned to me, his cheeks red. “I’m sorry, Everett. Ignore my sister.”
“You already have nicknames! Awww! Wait until I tell Mom. She’s gonna flip!”
My brain malfunctioned from the back-and-forth. Asher glared at his sister. Somehow, even doing that, he was still the most handsome man I’d ever seen.
“Why would Mom care about my hookup? And you didn’t answer me about the boyfriend or room. Answer, or I’ll tell Mitch why you had to wear adult diapers in the fifth grade.”
Mindy’s smile turned feral, and she launched herself at Asher, tickling him. “Shut your mouth, punk. And if you didn’t want me to know about your boyfriend, you shouldn’t have told the family gossip.”
“I give!” he shouted when Mindy twisted his nipple.
I blinked my eyes at their behavior. Siblings were weird.
“Fucking Cliff.” Asher shoved her off and sat up, keeping the sheet covering his lower half. He ran his fingers through his hair before lifting his eyes to meet mine, softness appearing before turning to embarrassment. “Sorry about this. There’s a reason I don’t come home that often. Mindy, quit being a brat. You’re scaring Everett.”
She launched herself at me this time. I caught her, already used to her outlandish behavior. She giggled as she planted kisses on my face.
“Jesus, Min!” Asher reached for her, attempting to save me from his sister. Damn, that was cute.
“What?” she asked. “E’s used to my hugs.”
He froze, his arms lifted in the air between us. “Um, what?”
“I was going to introduce you two at lunch, but it looks like you already know each other very well if the sex stench is anything to go by. And boyfriends! This is the best wedding gift ever.”
“Mindy, not to spoil your fun, but neither of us knew who the other was,” I admitted.
“And you’re...” Asher trailed off like if he didn’t say the words, they wouldn’t be true.
“My best friend, duh.” Mindy rolled her eyes.
Asher and I stared, and for the first time, I couldn’t read his emotions.
“We’re not boyfriends, Min. Lumbergrump—I mean, Everett—just said that to get Cliff off my back because he wouldn’t shut up about Ethan.”
Her face fell, finally catching up to the predicament. “So you… And then… I…” She shook her head. “Fine. You still owe me a wedding gift, then.” She crossed her arms. “But you’ll need to figure out a story because Cliff’s told everyone you brought your ‘new boyfriend,’ and it will be even more awkward than this when Mom and Dad realize ‘your boyfriend’ is Everett.”
“Not sure it could get more awkward than being half-naked in bed with your sister,” he mumbled. “Fuck. I hate small towns.”
My mind raced, but I couldn’t seem to latch on to a solution. I couldn’t get past the knowledge that the guy I’d had the best night of my life with was my best friend’s brother. Mindy’s smile returned, her eyes shining with mirth, and I knew I’d hate whatever she’d say.
“It’s simple, really. Just go with it. Tell everyone you’re dating.”
“But it’s not true,” Asher said.
“Aww, my poor baby bro. It’s like you’ve never seen a romcom, Mr. Screenwriter. You’re gonna fake it, of course.”
Fake it.
So much for luck.
THE END