31. Twenty-seven
Twenty-seven
Beau
“ H ow did you know you were first into guys?” Jake asked out of the blue. He held up his ice cream cone. “That kid at camp who couldn’t properly eat?”
“Crosby? Yeah, probably safe to call him interest point number one, but it’s not like flipping on a switch. I’d always noticed certain guys in a way that, reflecting back, were crushes.”
Namely you .
I licked my cone, following Jake’s lead along the sidewalk. A quick stop in town for a treat on the way home hit the spot. But his question made me uneasy.
Why did he ask? What did it matter? Why did he care? I shouldn’t want him to care.
Time to replace feelings with a joke.“To be fair, he had blow me lips, and I’m a glutton for ice cream.”
“What? Like this?” Jake smeared ice cream obscenely over his lips in an exaggerated display that may have been hotter if I imagined the melted cream was—
Nope.
“Dipshit.” I smacked his shoulder as we stood beside his truck and waited for him to dig out his keys. “More like this.”
A small dollop on the corner of my lip. Enough to draw attention to my tongue, slowly darting out to lick it away.
That was not how Crosby Archer ate his ice cream, but Jake didn’t need to know.
“Oh,” he said softly, his eyes on my mouth. “Yeah, okay.” He puffed a breath, stalking around to the driver’s side. “Finish that before you get in. Nothing sticky in my truck.”
He tossed his cone into a bush, making friends with the raccoons, I guess. I did the same, wiping my hands on my shorts and taking a breath. I was making shit weird.
I should give him a spray bottle so he can spritz me whenever I make things awkward. He couldn’t have gotten into the truck any faster.I climbed in.
Jake started the car while I stared at my phone like it was the most interesting thing in the world, praying the energy would settle if I stopped talking.
At least a text from my dad gave me something else to focus on .
Dad: Grab a beer with me at The Pub tonight?
“Huh.” I rubbed my jaw, attempting to interpret the tone.
Me: Am I in trouble?
“Is that Fallon?” He focused straight ahead as he drove with his window down. The wind blew through his dark hair, doing little to improve the flip-flop of my heart.
I glanced away. “No, my dad. He wants to grab a beer at The Pub later.”
Jake winced, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel. “Are you in trouble?” He shot me a sidelong glance, grinning.
He did that a lot more these days. Smiled. Joked. Glanced at me. His shoulders didn’t press so tight anymore, either.It looked good on him.
“It would have been okay,” he said quietly. “If Fallon had texted you.”
Turning onto my parents’ road, he pulled over to the shoulder. Gravel crunched beneath the tires, and the seat vibrated with the idling before he cut the engine and rolled up his window.
We were fifty feet from the driveway. There was no reason to stop beside the ditch.
“What are you—”
Jake gripped the steering wheel, taking a breath. “It would have been okay if Fallon texted you,” he repeated slowly. “What she does with you is up to her, not me.”
I crossed my arms, raising my eyebrows. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so,” he murmured, wiping a hand over his mouth.
Didn’t look so.
“So if she sends me a text asking to come over and fuck her right now without you, you’d… what?”
He puffed a laugh. “Honestly? Probably get angry until I got horny wondering what she wanted you to do to her.” With a sigh, he dropped his head against the seatback.“I’m aware how utterly insane that makes me, but we’re beyond monitoring who does what and when. Not like we tell you what we’re doing when you’re not around.”
Yeah, because these days, I was often around. Not much to report that I didn’t see.
I sat up with interest. This was a delightful surprise.
“You probably jerk off plenty when you’re wondering what I’m doing to her,” he hedged with the slightest tremble in his voice.
Immediately, my body came to life, my cock hard beneath my shorts. This wasn’t me pushing Jake. This was Jake pushing me .
Lightheaded and with my heart thundering, I recognized the delicate state of the tension between us. It had to be him to take the lead on this.
I stayed deathly still, fighting the urge to slide my knee over the bench seat, to brush against him and see what he’d do.
“Do you?” he asked quietly, his hands sliding to the tops of his thighs. His fingertips flexed into the fabric of his gym shorts, the rustling catching my attention. With his size, he couldn’t hide his erection. I wasn’t sure he wanted to.
My breathing picked up, and my chest rose and fell in excitement. “Do I what?”
He licked his lips, staring at his fingers. “Do you jerk off when you think about what I’m doing to her?”
“Yes,” I answered, struggling to keep my voice steady. “Do you jerk off thinking about what I’ve done to her? The things you want me to do to her?”
A strangled groan was his only reply, his palm rubbing his thigh so hard he could burn through his shorts. He attempted to subtly adjust, shifting to tuck his dick into his waistband like I was a teenage girl who couldn’t tell what he was doing.
“It’s fine,” I said, staring out the windshield. “If you’re hard and you want to jerk off. I don’t mind.”
Jake huffed a laugh, the heel of his palm inching closer to his hard-on. “Right. I’m sure you don’t mind.”
I palmed over my shorts, relaxing against the seat and spreading my legs a little wider to make room to touch myself.
“Doesn’t weird me out. We jerk off on the regular these days. No different.” My jaw slackened, and I stroked in earnest, licking my lips and closing my eyes as I panted roughly.
“Guess not,” he murmured. I knew the moment he touched his cock, because his breath stuttered. “Fuck. I’m so hard. Want to fuck her so bad right now.”
I spit into my palm. “Will you?” I tugged on my waistband and slid my hand inside. Pre-cum coated the crown of my dick, thick enough to slick along my shaft. “Will you go home and fuck her?”
His breathing increased, his hand working inside his shorts. “You want me to?”
“I do.”
“Where do you want me to fuck her?”
Cursing softly, I squeezed myself and pumped faster. I wanted him to fuck me .
Rarely had I been jealous of Fallon in our time together, but tonight I wanted it to be me he was fucking, even with that enormous cock.
Shit, maybe he’d let me fuck him. The thought had me feral, my throat aching with a whimper as I stroked and imagined how tight he’d be.
A cruel thing to do to myself, but I didn’t care. Arousal commanded my brain and overrode all good sense.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look at his hand fisting his cock. Don’t watch him work himself into a frenzy as he thinks of his girl. His girl. Not you, you fucking idiot.
“How?” he rasped. “Beau, how should I fuck her?”
Heavy breathing and the slap of skin echoed in the cab, the heat of our efforts steaming the windows.
“How?” he grunted, his hips snapping in fast jerks to piston into his tight fist.
Take her ass. Pretend it’s mine.
But a strangled groan cut off any stupid shit I could say in the heat of the moment as I came all over myself. Jake went a few seconds later, cum dripping between his fingers and onto his shorts.
“Shit,” he panted, his chest heaving as his head dropped to the seatback. “I said nothing sticky in the truck.”
We laughed, dumbshits that we were. I sighed, staring at the mess on my clothes.
“That wasn’t weird, right?” he asked, reaching over me to open the glove compartment and pull out a pack of wipes. I shot him an indignant glare, and he shrugged.“I lied. Plenty of sticky stuff in this truck, Beau. I drive Fallon around. We fuck in here all the time.”
I grabbed the wipe from him, grumbling about him being a prick as I cleaned up. Jake did the same, neither speaking as he insisted on driving me the rest of the way home—all fifty feet.
A gentleman.
“Goodnight,” I said, sliding out of the truck, ready to sprint into the house, maybe die from crippling embarrassment for being shamelessly horny and colossally pathetic.
“Beau, wait,” he said, finally looking at me. “Was that… was that weird? Did I make it weird?”
Yes, but I smiled anyway. My first time with another guy had been humiliating and slightly frightening when someone tried to push me into shit I was mentally unprepared for. I’d do anything to prevent Jake from having that experience, let alone be the one responsible for it.
The fact we jerked off together without Fallon as a buffer?
“Nah, not weird at all, bestie. You’ve fucked my cum. We’re past that.”
I grinned, slamming the door as he grunted, “You filthy motherfucker.”
Maybe I was wrong about it all. It wasn’t me pushing him or him pushing me. It was him pushing himself.