Chapter 11 #2
I slumped forward, resting my forehead against the shower wall as I came back to myself, panting and letting the water run down my body, and tried to process what had just happened.
But it wasn’t until later, when I was lying in my bed with thoughts swirling in my head like jizz circling a drain, that I figured it out.
The rest of me might not have been sure I was ready for more with Avery, but my dick was super on board with the idea.
And sure, everyone knew that letting your dick make decisions for you was a bad call.
But maybe just this once, it knew better than me.
Saturday’s booking was a fucking divorce party, and it was wild.
The former Mrs. Challenor was finally free after twenty-seven years, and it showed.
She’d gotten rid of that deadweight and she was soaring.
She was in her fifties, short and plump and dressed like a church lady, but it only took a couple of cocktails before she was getting frisky.
Her college-aged daughter, who had arranged the party, had underestimated exactly how much fun Mom had to make up for after those twenty-seven years.
She explained this to me as she apologetically unpeeled Mrs. Challenor’s face from my ass crack.
I had no idea what she was trying to do down there. Go spelunking?
“It’s cool,” I told the daughter with a wink, knowing she’d add it to my tip.
I’d worked some crazy bachelorette parties before, but those women had nothing on ladies twice their age.
I was worn out when my time was up, and I left a smear of sweat and glitter across the cracked seat of my truck when I got in. It was an uncomfortable drive back to Goose Run, but the wad of bills in my gym bag sure made up for that.
When I got back to the house, Chase was sitting on the living room floor playing a video game, and I could hear the shower running.
I dropped my bag in the corner of the room. “Danny home?”
“He and Miller are visiting Jane,” he said.
The glitter itched. “Cash gonna be in the bathroom a while?”
Chase shrugged. “He took his speaker in there, so.”
So it wasn’t going to be a five-minute shower.
“Okay.” I picked up my bag. “I’ll see you later.”
“Later,” he echoed with a nod and went back to killing bad guys.
My heart was in my throat as I crossed the dry grass to Avery’s house.
He was home, because his car was in his driveway.
He’d let me use his shower, right? He was super neighborly.
But I also couldn’t pretend I wasn’t thinking about how he’d looked at me last night and how I’d been dancing just for him.
The bar had been noisy and crowded, but somehow it had felt like we were the only two people there.
And now here I was going over to his place, where we would be the only two people there.
Did I want something to happen? Yes. Was I ready for something to happen?
I still didn’t know that. But nobody ever learned to swim by standing on the side of the pool.
There came a point where you just had to dive in headfirst.
I climbed the steps to Avery’s front door and raised my fist to knock.
Froze.
My courage deserted me, and I was just about to turn around and bolt back home when Avery opened the door.
He smiled at me. “Wilder, hi. Wow, you look—” He tilted his head. “Like you were caught in an explosion at a craft store.”
“Uh, hey,” I said. “This is weird, but can I use your shower? I just got back from a gig, and I’m gross, and ours is taken.”
“Sure,” he said, opening the door wider. “And you’re not gross.”
“I’m sweaty and oily and glittery,” I mumbled.
His smile grew. “Not gross.” He turned before I had to come up with an answer to that. “You know where the bathroom is, right? There are clean towels in the linen closet. I mean, I think there’s at least one. I’m really overdue with my laundry.”
“Thanks,” I said, my face hot, and scuttled into his bathroom like I was doing something illegal.
Avery’s shower had good water pressure, and it smelled faintly of the same things he did: brands of shampoo and bodywash that we didn’t use at our place.
I popped the lid on the bodywash just to smell it and then figured he wouldn’t mind if I used some as well.
The label said it was sea salt and cedar, but it didn’t really smell like anything to me except Avery.
My dick made the association before my brain did, and I turned the hot water down so I got a cold blast that reminded it to behave.
It did, but I knew it was only temporary good behavior at best.
Once I’d washed and dried myself, I went to hang the towel on the rail but paused, my heart thumping. While I had needed a shower, that wasn’t why I was here. And while I wasn’t always the best with words, I was pretty good at letting my body do the talking.
So why not let it speak for me now?
I took a second to run my fingers through my damp hair, then checked out my reflection in the mirror. I looked about as nervous as I felt. But at the same time, there was a tremor of excitement thrumming through my veins. I was really gonna do this.
I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my hips, making sure it sat low, and tucked the ends into a knot at the front, and then I opened the bathroom door and made my way back to the living room where Avery was sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.
I leaned against the doorframe, aiming for casual but sexy, and said, “Hey.”
“Oh hey, did you find the—holy shit.” Avery’s eyes went wide when he looked up, and the book tumbled from his grip as he stood.
He closed the space between us, his raised eyebrows asking a silent question that I answered with a nod.
He reached out, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, and his fingertips trailed over my pecs.
I was used to people touching me, but Avery’s touch felt different, almost reverent, and it reassured me on a gut-deep level that he wasn’t going to go back on his offer.
I straightened up and cleared my throat. “So, uh, I didn’t really come for a shower. I mean, I did, but not just that.”
“I kind of guessed, what with you standing here in a towel,” he said. The smile he gave me was warm and inviting, and the knot of tension in my chest loosened a little. Maybe I was ready for this after all—even if I wasn’t sure what, exactly, this was.
I stepped forward out of the doorway and placed a hand over his where he was still touching my chest, and he jolted and gave a startled laugh, like maybe he hadn’t expected me to touch him back. I gave him a smile that felt a little wobbly around the edges and said, “So what do we do now?”
Avery didn’t say anything, just leaned in and kissed me.
He was an incredible kisser, and as I parted my lips for him, any lingering nervousness I might have had disappeared, because the way he was owning me right now, his mouth hot and demanding and perfect, I knew without a doubt I was in good hands.
The tension I’d been carrying melted away, and I cupped his face and moaned against his mouth as my dick got on board with what was happening.
Avery ran his hands down my spine, warm and reassuring, and when he cupped my ass and pulled me closer I went willingly, unsure whether I wanted the sketchy knot on my towel to hold or not.
When Avery pulled back, he buried his face in the curve of my neck for a second, and when he lifted his head he was wearing a pleased expression. “Is it weird that I like you smelling like me?”
How would I know if it was weird or not? I’d never had another guy sniff me before. I shrugged. “I guess we could put it down to caveman instincts or something?”
Avery let out a soft laugh, and then he said, “So I don’t know what you want to do, but I’m gonna say we take this to the bedroom and get comfy, yeah?”
And there were those nerves back again. Turned out they hadn’t disappeared at all. They’d just been hiding so they could make a grand entrance, like an unwanted guest at a birthday party. And I said the stupidest thing I could have: “In the daytime?”
Avery blinked at me. “Uh, yeah?”
“Oh,” I said. “I’ve never… not in the daytime, with someone else.” That sounded lame. “I mean, messing around with someone isn’t really a bedroom thing, you know? It’s like a nighttime, parked car thing.” That sounded even more lame.
“You’ve never messed around in your bed with anyone else?” he asked, his head on an angle. “Seriously?”
My face got hot, but before I could explain my dating history—first, I’d been in high school and living under my parents’ roof, and since then I’d occasionally picked up women here and there, but those had been drunken hookups within stumbling distance of the bar we’d met at—Avery laughed.
There wasn’t anything mocking in it. He wasn’t making me the joke.
His laugh was as warm and bright as the rest of him.
“Oh my god, Wilder,” he said, his eyes dancing. “You have to try it! Your back will thank you!” His grin faded back into a smile. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I want to,” I said, my heart thumping. “I want to do everything, I guess. Just, I don’t really know how to.”
“Why don’t I take the lead?” he said and that sexy, teasing grin of his was back in full force as he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
The room itself was nothing special—it was predictably tidy with a chest of drawers, a bedside table, and a chair in the corner with some clothes piled on it—but my attention was drawn to Avery’s bed.
Dappled afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, leaving patterns scattered across the patchwork quilt.
I wondered what the light would look like dancing over Avery’s bare skin and just like that, my nerves were replaced by lust as I imagined him naked.
He pulled me in for another kiss, more urgent this time, and I forgot about everything except his mouth on mine and the bulge in the front of his jeans that pressed against my own erection.
I rocked forward instinctively, chasing more contact, and Avery reached up and deftly undid the knot.
My towel slid to the floor, leaving me naked.
He stepped back and let his gaze roam over my body before saying, “You should get on the bed.”
And oh, there was that firm, no-bullshit tone, the one he’d used when he was fixing up my hand. Class was in session, and I was here for it.
I got into bed and propped myself against the headboard, and Avery gave me an approving smile that had my insides melting. “I’m gonna get naked. You okay with that?”
I nodded dumbly, and he peeled his shirt over his head, revealing what seemed like acres of smooth, pale skin that made me want to touch and kiss down the length of his body.
Then he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down along with his underwear and stepped out of them, and I got to see his dick for the first time.
And I’d seen dicks before, okay? I had one of my own. But I’d never seen someone else’s dick when it was hard, and any lingering doubts I might have had about being into guys were washed away by a crashing wave of I want that.
I couldn’t stop staring at his dick. It wasn’t super big or anything, but it was rosy-tipped and fully hard—for me—and my voice was tight when I said, “Can I touch it?”
Avery climbed onto the bed next to me and put a hand on my hip, rolled me toward him, and reached out and took my hand.
He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and drizzled it on my palm before guiding it down toward his erection.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and my skin tingled with anticipation. I was really doing this.
My fingertips grazed over Avery’s dick, and I wrapped my hand around the shaft and gave a clumsy stroke. It wasn’t that much different from touching my own dick, but at the same time it was a million times hotter. I wanted more—and I wanted to do it right. “Show me what you like?” I whispered.
Avery wrapped his hand over mine and guided my movements, setting up a rhythm.
Pretty soon he was letting out little gasps and moans that had my own dick aching, and his erection throbbed against my palm, letting me know he was close.
Instinctively, I tightened my grip and sped up my movements—what felt good to me probably felt good to him, right?
—and it wasn’t long before Avery threw his head back, thrust his hips forward, and let out a strangled, “Fuck!” as he came, hot and messy.
Holy shit. Who knew watching a guy blow his load could be such a turn-on?
Avery collapsed back against the pillows and let out a long, shaky breath, but then he rolled back toward me, glanced down at my straining erection, and grinned. “My turn.”
He reached over and ran his palm over the head of my dick, gathering the precum there and spreading it down the shaft. My nerve endings crackled and sang, his touch sending shock waves through me. I rolled my hips, chasing more, and a sound left me that definitely wasn’t a whine.
His grin widened as he started jerking me off properly, and suddenly my entire world narrowed down to Avery’s hand working my aching dick in short, rapid strokes that had me panting and desperate.
And then he leaned down and licked the head, and my world exploded.
I came harder than I ever had before. I was pretty sure I saw stars at one point. Avery kept his hand wrapped around my softening dick through the aftershocks and leaned in and kissed my temple as I slowly floated back to earth, murmuring, “That’s it. You’re doing great.”
I gave him a wide, fucked-out smile. “Pretty great yourself.”
My whole body was buzzing. I’d taken the plunge and dived right in, and now I was floating in a sea of contentment.
And while at the back of my brain I knew the polite thing to do was to leave before it got awkward, moving seemed impossible.
I wanted nothing more than to sink into the mattress and soak up all the good feelings that were surrounding me.
After coming as hard as I had, it felt like I could sleep for a week, and my eyelids drifted closed.
When I managed to open them again, Avery was watching me, a pleased little smile on his face. “Need a nap?”
“Mmm,” I agreed, already half-asleep.
“Me too,” he said and curled up against my side. My last thought before I passed out was that he fit there just right.