Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
DUSTY
Anticipating being with someone and missing someone was new to me. Getting attached to someone wasn’t something I did.
As I pulled up his driveway, I took another look at myself in the review mirror.
I wore a tight black shirt with a mesh upper half, one of my black collars, a black jacket, slim-fit black pants, and my lucky Doc Martens.
Dressing up for him was probably too much, but I wanted him to think I was hot.
He mentioned he liked the guy from Circle W, and if I was going to shoot my shot, I needed to look good.
I only had a vague feeling that I wanted to date him, so I was out of my league, and going on instinct.
What I did know was that I liked showing him wonderful things about intimacy and sex. But the surprising part for me was that I liked the parts that weren’t sex just as much.
A weird flutter went through me as I walked to his front door—that was new. Before I was able to knock, he opened the door and smiled.
“Hey.” I liked the way his eyes traveled over my body. “You look fantastic.”
He looked down at himself. Joe wore light colored jeans with holes in all the right places. Last time he had them on, he explained they were his favorite, but all I had noticed was that one of those holes was right under his ass cheek.
“I might be underdressed.” He grinned and gave a little chuckle, stepping back so I could walk in.
I wanted to lean into him and kiss him, but we weren’t those kinds of friends. We weren’t a couple. The best label was friends-with-benefits, and I was getting addicted to those benefits.
“You look great as always.” Honestly, Joe looked like a perfect snack.
“Thanks. I didn’t think. I wasn’t.” He stopped talking.
By dressing up, I had made him feel uncomfortable. “I wanted to look nice for you, Joe. It wasn’t expected that you would wear anything but your casual clothes.”
He looked at me wide-eyed. “Oh. You did?”
“Yeah. It’s been quite a few days since we saw each other, and I don’t know. You’re—” I let it trail off. Whatever I was feeling and doing wasn’t something I could put into words. It felt so foreign to me.
“Well, you look great. Sexy.” That put a huge smile on my face. “Let’s eat something, and we can catch up.”
He began setting out food on the table: scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. “Help yourself, let me get some orange juice and coffee for us.”
I didn’t realize he could cook. We had spent so much time together, but I hadn’t absorbed a lot of little things about him.
I craved those nuggets, and it freaked me out a little, but I liked it, too.
When I looked up at him, he gave me a little smile, making my stomach feel like I was free-falling. Shit.
We sat near each other and enjoyed the feast he had made.
“So tell me more about what Montgomery wants when I go with you to the next tour stop.”
“He loves your candids. Pictures behind the scenes, on the bus, during dinners. Those pictures are priceless to him. Then he also wants some he can use for press releases and other media. Documenting the entire concert, and not only him. They want the crew, the fans, and of course, the other members of the band with their loved ones.”
“I can’t wait. There are a bunch of pictures already in my head that I want to take.” He was lit up with excitement, and my cock took notice. I was painfully drawn to him. I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. “Are you okay?”
I looked up. “What? Oh yeah. Sorry, got distracted by you.”
He chuckled. “Let’s go to the living room, where it’s more comfortable.”
I had cleared the entire afternoon to hang out with my friend.
Yes, my friend. If I wanted more, we needed to discuss it.
When I walked into the other room with him, I was geared up to explain to him about my confusing feelings and that, if he wanted to, maybe we should explore more than just a friends-with-benefits arrangement.
I sat on the couch, and Joe joined me. He sat sideways, propped his head on his fist, and looked at me.
Reaching out, I pulled him to me, kissed him gently, my lips teased his, and my tongue danced with the tip of his.
It felt so good, and I could feel everything inside of me relax, like he settled me.
When we pulled back, I smiled, and he gave me one back.
“I liked that,” I said, unable to look at him directly.
“I did too.” He looked down, then turned his head toward the TV. Under his collar, I saw a mark.
“We need to—”
I cut him off. “Joe? Is that a hickey?”
He looked at me wide-eyed, then slapped his hand over the spot. “What?” He blushed hard, and it was adorable.
I scooted closer to him and gently pulled his hand away from his neck. There was a very obvious mark, and I watched as his skin turned red all the way up his neck to his ears.
“I nuzzled along his neck. That’s a hickey, Joe,” I whispered in his ear.
My cock hardened immediately. Another man had his hands on my Joe.
For some reason, knowing that made me feel tingly all over.
It made me hot. That doesn’t seem like the response a boyfriend would have, but those thoughts were slipping away while images of him with another man started crowding into my thoughts.
“You were with another man?”
“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about that.” He said
That made me curious, but more than anything, I wanted to hear more about what he did with this other guy.
“You want to tell me who? I’d like to know.” I kissed him on his jaw, my fingers running over the dark bruise.
“It was Gentry. The man who has been teaching me how to ride.”
“Is he handsome? Sexy? Tell me, Joe.” I whispered in his ear again. Why was this making me so aroused?
“He’s a cowboy. Taller than us both. Are you sure you want to hear this?”
I wanted to hear everything. Did Gentry enjoy being with you Joe? Did Joe do things I taught him? Did he feel good? The way I was responding confused me, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Yes. Tell me what you did.” I kissed along his neck as I reached for the buttons on his shirt. Were there other marks left by his lover?
My mouth moved down his neck and sucked gently over the mark. It felt wrong but turned me on. I licked the spot, allowing him the time to think through what he wanted to say.
“Yeah. I did some of the things you helped me get comfortable with.” I swallowed hard. Why was this lighting me up? I kissed across his chest, then pushed his shirt off his shoulders. I hoped he was into this.
“Take your shirt off too.” He said quietly.
When I sat back down, I got him to sit on the sofa where I could straddle his thighs. When our chests were together, the heat of his skin went straight to my dick, making my erection leak. Christ, I was painfully hard.
“Do you have any other marks, Joe?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “You can look.”
I didn’t need to be told a second time. My lips were all over his body, sucking one of his nipples into my mouth, then biting it. He arched into me, and I had to return to his mouth. I kissed him deeply, grinding into him, his member as solid as mine.
“Tell me more about what you did, Joe.” I really wanted to know.
For some reason, the idea of him being with someone ignited something inside of me. I wasn’t jealous, I was overwhelmingly aroused in a way I never had been before.
While we made out, he told me about his intimate moments with Gentry. Hearing him say he stroked his cock, and how they enjoyed each other, was hot. We were lying together on his couch, both of us were now naked, and I couldn’t help but rub against his solid shaft.
“I liked it.” He said against my lips.
Our mouths were hungry, and our tongues battled. He seemed to be as turned on as I was, meaning he liked telling me. Between kisses, he would share more details about the times he had been with Gentry. We pushed our cocks against one another; the feel of them together made my eyes roll.
“You feel so good, Joe.”
When the glans rubbed, I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from slipping over the edge. He kept telling me details, many of which made me ache. Unable to understand why it was erotic, I leaned into it.
I took him in hand and stroked him from root to tip.
The low moan he made sent tingles up my spine.
Without looking, I grabbed my cock, pressed it tightly against his, and used hand created a tunnel for us to push into.
His hand joined mine, and we thrust together.
Never had I wanted to hear about what a partner of mine did with another man, and hearing about Joe and Gentry did it for me.
It made me want to leave my own mark on him. Another thing that was new to me.
I no longer thought about what they did together, and I was now completely focused on Joe. His kisses were deep and demanding while he thrust into our hands. There was a steady flow of precum releasing from the tip of his cock, which gave us plenty of slick to work with.
“Shit, Joe.”
“Ungh. Yes.”
I was so close and hoped Joe was too. Unable to help myself, I leaned over and sucked hard on the mark that Gentry had left.
“I can’t.” I was done.
He nodded, then buried his head in the crook of my neck, a deep growl coming from him. The way he fell to pieces for me was spectacular, and I wanted to make him come one thousand more times. My feelings were so conflicted.
We collapsed on the couch side-by-side. “Fuck. You are incredible.”
With my head leaning back on the couch, I reached for his hand and kissed his knuckles.
We still needed to talk. Before the sex, I had been thinking I wanted to try to start something more serious with Joe, but I literally got insanely turned on hearing about him being with another man.
That didn’t seem like someone in a relationship would want to hear? Was there something wrong with me?
I knew I had feelings for Joe that I had only ever had for Jacob. In the past, it was Jacob I thought about when my mind wandered, but lately it was Joe who came to mind.
I took a deep breath. “Did it bother you that I liked hearing about you and Gentry?”
He turned his head to look at me. “The first few minutes, I wasn’t sure about it, but then it was exciting to share with you. It turned me on that it was turning you on.”
That made me feel more confident. At least I wouldn’t lose him to that, even though I didn’t understand this new kink I had. My cock chubbed up as I started thinking about things he might not have shared with me and what those were like.
“I liked it, Joe. Hearing about you being with another man, I don’t know. Yeah.”
“Well, what I wanted to tell you was I have been seeing Gentry, and we’ve had sex.” He grinned at me.
“It seems you might have mentioned that somewhere. Is it serious?”
“Not yet. It could be, but for now we are dating, and he knows about you.”
That surprised me, but it also made me feel good. I should really look at my feelings and decide if what I felt earlier was still there after what had happened.
“I like spending time with you.” I watched him blush.
“Want to cuddle and watch a movie?”
That sounds perfect. He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch.
I noticed the original hickey had changed shape and deepened in color.
My cock liked that way too much. As we settled in, he told me that Mr. Wilson was going to pay for Gentry to go with him on the dude ranch job.
The first thing that came to mind was the stories he could tell me about their time together.
“Well, I get you when you go with us to the next tour stop.” I had no idea why I said it.
“Yes, you do, and I am looking forward to it.”
There was a lot of stuff for me to think about, but now wasn’t the time because I was snuggled under the blanket with a sexy, naked man after an amazing orgasm. I really couldn’t ask for a better afternoon, to be honest.
He looked over at me. “I might nap. Don’t leave, we’ll order some dinner in if you want to make it a whole day thing.”
I knew my smile was probably too big, but I didn’t care.
“Yes. And I will probably nap too.” We snuggled in together, his leg was over the top of mine, our bodies fitting together like we had done this thousands of times. The urge to be domestic like this all the time washed over me.
I really liked Joe, and I needed to navigate through all these feelings. And I needed to do it before I lost him to Gentry.