Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DEX
Thom’s in the office when I make my way inside after my last spin class. My thighs are on fire from the workout. Normally, I don’t go as hard as the students, but I needed to get some of my aggression out. And some of the sexual tension that’s been burning through me like a wildfire.
Maybe I need to get laid. By someone who isn’t Rome, that is. Though my brief relationship with Lexi and having very good sex with her hadn’t turned off any of my desire for him, so that probably won’t help.
“What’s up?” Thom asks, staring at me.
I shake myself out of my thought spiral, but I’ve forgotten what I’d come in here for. “Uh…never mind.”
“Okay,” he says slowly. “You done for the day?”
I shrug. Technically, I am. I’ve been here since six this morning in hopes I might catch a glimpse of Rome, who usually liked an early morning workout, but he’s been suspiciously absent. The last few days, Rome has been a fucking ghost.
Thom clicks his pen obnoxiously, stopping just before I leap over the desk and strangle him. “Well, if that’s all…”
“Have you seen Rome?” Damn it. My fat fucking mouth.
He stares at me. “Like…today?”
“No. Like at all. I think he’s avoiding me.”
“I doubt that. Why would he avoid you?” Thom asks. There’s a hint of suspicion in his tone now, which I don’t need.
“We, ah…had a kind of…confrontation after my ass class,” I admit.
He sits back in his seat and groans. “Dude. Why do you have to pick a fight with everyone?”
“First of all, fuck you. I don’t pick a fight with everyone.”
“My friendship with him is tender, bruh. It’s a newborn baby that needs to be nurtured. I don’t need you and your weird attitude messing that up.”
I grimace. “Isn’t he still in love with Robbie?”
Thom’s cheeks pink. “No. I mean…I don’t think he is. Robbie seems pretty sure Rome’s been over him for a while.”
I don’t know why that answer makes me feel better. Well…wait. I kind of do know, but I don’t feel like admitting it right now. “I just don’t get why he’s so important to you.”
“Because he’s important to Robbie. If you were ever in a relationship for longer than two weeks, you’d understand,” he says, unthinking.
And I know he means nothing by that, but it hurts. I flinch, and he immediately looks sorry.
“Shit. I didn’t—”
“It’s fine.”
Thom stands up and walks around the desk.
“It’s not fine. I didn’t mean to be a dick.
I just…it’s hard to explain, okay? Robbie and Rome have known each other for years now.
Since Robbie was a brand-new teacher trying to figure out life.
I love my partner, and if he wants me to make Rome feel welcome, I’m going to. ”
I don’t hate that idea. I just hate what it means for me because that fucker is blowing so hot and cold it’s making my head spin. He wanted me, but he acted like I was shit on a shoe. He’d crack and touch my dick but then disappear for three fucking years, like I meant nothing.
And now he comes back and all but pounces on me in the shower before disappearing again. I need something from him. Something like closure so I can move the fuck on.
“I’ll try to make nice. It’s just hard to do when he stopped coming here.”
Thom lifts a brow. “He hasn’t stopped coming here. He’s just coming at night now.”
My blood runs a little cold. “What nights?”
Thom shrugs. “Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays.”
The nights I don’t work. That motherfucker.
“Let me take your shift tomorrow.”
Thom coughs. “Oh, uh…”
“Come on. You and Robbie can use the time for a sex fest or something. And if Rome comes in, I can say sorry.” Amongst many other things I plan to say and do when I see him.
Thom softens. “It has been a while since Robbie and I got some alone time when the both of us weren’t exhausted.”
“See. It works for everyone.” I hope to god I sound as smooth as I want. Whether I do or not, Thom’s already clearly fantasizing about his night with Robbie, so he’s not paying attention.
And all I have to do is wait one more day before confronting Rome and forcing him to tell me what the fuck is going on and why he’s acting like I was the one in the wrong.
Standing around waiting for Rome, I remember vividly the moment he pushed me into the shower and fell to his knees. Fuck me, that was hot. I shouldn’t have let it happen, but I did.
Next time I’m alone, I might replay the way his eyes flared as my hands moved through his language.
My gaze swivels around the packed gym this evening, searching for him. I realize I might have made a giant mistake telling Thom my plans, because if he spilled any of it to any of his friends, the gossip will get back to Rome, and he’ll change his schedule again.
Being into this guy is detrimental to my mental health. I really need to get some closure so I can find someone else to obsess over, but I just can’t quite seem to shake him. There’s something electric about him, something that draws me toward him.
My cock twitches in my workout shorts as I remember the way he looked completely naked, on his knees, his lips stretched around me.
Thank fuck for compression shorts. It’s helping keep the monster between my legs a little restrained.
I move toward some weights that people left on the floor and put them away. I don’t know why half the people treat this place like it’s their own personal garbage can. They leave behind Gatorade bottles, dirty socks, fungal cream—all kinds of shit I don’t want to deal with.
And do not get me started on the way people refuse to wipe their sweat off machines when they’re done with them. But hell, at least it’s busywork.
I’m crouched over, cleaning up a stain off the weight bench, when I catch sight of a familiar figure in my periphery. I hold my breath, my heart pounding as I try to find the courage to look over.
Eventually, I do, and there he is, in front of the mirror, walking my way. I think he’s oblivious to the fact that I’m the one he’s walking toward, though, because his steps don’t falter at all.
I’m almost loath to stand up, terrified to scare him off, but the twist in my belly has me doing it anyway. I’m mad enough about being ignored.
His steps hesitate as his eyes land on mine, and I can see the flush on his cheeks and the way his lips part in a staggered breath.
Then he veers right, and my feet carry me toward him before he can get too far. I can’t help myself.
I’m drawn to him, a static force, and the closer I get, the more I can feel the energy between us crackle and snap. He must feel it, too, because he shivers, his skin breaking out in goose bumps.
He’s wearing shorts and a loose tank top, showing off his muscles as he moves.
I can see the tension in his shoulders as he turns a corner and makes his way toward the single-stall staff bathroom.
Peering behind him, he lets out a frustrated grunt when he realizes I’m a few feet away.
He pushes the door to the bathroom open, and it hits the wall roughly as I follow him inside.
There’s a tense moment, charged air between us as he freezes…
Then he spins to face me, anger and lust on his face.
‘Why you follow me?’ he asks, his hands slashing through the air.
I shrug and reach behind me, locking the door and staring at him with purpose. With determination. With a knowing that I will not leave this room until I get some fucking answers.
His eyes flick to it, and he lets out a small groan. ‘We shouldn’t,’ he tells me, but I’m already moving toward him, unable to help myself.
We’re tethered together, an elastic band ready to snap.
He takes a few steps back, hitting the wall as I crowd him, and my hands bracket his head. I can feel the nervous puffs of his breath against my lips. Removing one hand from the wall, I drag a finger from his abdomen to his neck, feeling the tremble in his body.
It makes me unreasonably hot. Fuck answers. At least for now. Being with him, touching him again, fucking him, is more important. I need it, and I think he does too.
‘I want,’ I tell him. It’s just two signs, a finger to my chest, then my palm facing up and fingers scrunching a little. Then I point to his chest, digging my finger into his sternum. ‘You want.’
The moment stretches…then snaps, our mouths colliding with a clash of teeth.
His hands are in my hair, and mine are on his ass, dragging him up against me as we kiss.
It’s all tongue and spit as we try to devour the other.
Our hard cocks rub together as we grind against each other, trying to satisfy the lust burning inside of us.
And the moans he gives me are almost enough to end me, sweet and needy and desperate.
I want to get on my knees this time. I want to be the one to swallow him down.
I rip his mouth from mine, and he chases me, his cheeks a pretty pink, his hair a mess. I lick up his neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bob under my tongue, and when I meet his eyes, pupils wide and dilated, I wet my lips.
‘You my little slut.’ It’s not a question, more of a statement. Never in my life have I ever said this to someone, but fuck, he brings it out in me.
He whimpers, and I slide my fingers against his pebbled nipples, tweaking the C-rings. He moans again, and his head falls back against the wall as he struggles to breathe.
My hands grab onto his waist, his back arching slightly, and I bite down on the hard metal in his nipple, tugging lightly to make him moan.
Fuck, he tastes so good. I move to the other one, being rougher than I should, but I can tell he likes it. I was right about him being my little slut. His hips are rocking against me, seeking friction, seeking completion.
The heel of my palm drags down to his covered dick, and the desperate pants he makes are enough to have me damn near exploding in my shorts.
But I can’t. Not fucking yet.
I want more.
I bite him again, teasing him, tormenting him with what he can have if he just swallows his pride enough to ask. Fuck, I know if I had lube with me, I could spin him around and make him beg for me to enter him.
He’d hate himself after, but fuck, he’d want it.
But I don’t have any with me, so instead, I let my hands slip down the back of his shorts, touching the bare skin of his ass. I knead his globes, massaging them, letting my fingers tease his crack.
He’s shaking so badly that I know he’s far too close. He’s so fucking responsive to my touch, I could get drunk on the way he arches into every tender graze of his skin, like he’s starved for any hint of affection.
God, he’s going to ruin me.
I drop to my knees as I drag his shorts down. They puddle around his ankles, and Rome stares down at me, surprise on his face as I let my tongue slide across his piercing. He gasps, precum beading at the tip.
I lap it up, feeling his fingers curling into my hair and tugging gently.
“Please,” he says aloud. I haven’t heard him speak since before he left for France, and hearing him now just speaks to his desperation. “Dex.”
Fuck, I love the way he says my name—whether he speaks it or signs it. I want to draw this out, but I don’t have the patience. Not tonight.
Looking up, our eyes meet, and I take him into my mouth. It’s just the tip at first, sucking and tongue laving at his slit, and he moans for more. I give him a little bit—half an inch—and suckle gently as I watch a flush creep up his chest, toward his neck.
His legs start shaking as I reach around him and slide a finger up his crack. It only takes a moment before I find his rim as my mouth takes even more of his cock.
He’s moaning so loudly I’m sure if one of the staff came back here, they would hear exactly what’s happening, but I can’t be fucked to stop. Instead, I tease his hole, a promise of what I want to do to him the next time I have him like this.
He lets out the smallest sob as I bring him all the way into the back of my throat, and I can feel his piercing dragging along my tongue as I bob my head. His hole flexes against my finger as I suck the life out of him.
As I suspected, he doesn’t last long. Less than a few seconds go by before his fingers tighten in my hair, and his entire body trembles as he explodes across my tongue. There’s a fountain of cum, and I drink from him like a thirsty bitch.
When he’s done, his breathing is ragged, his hands trembling as they loosen from my hair. I lick and kiss my way up his abdomen as I stand, and when I’m eye to eye with him, I give him the kiss I’ve desperately wanted to give for three fucking years now.
It’s gentle. Tender. Probably too much.
He gasps, his hands landing on my shoulders and holding on to me like if he lets go, I’m going to disappear. The neediness in him for this single moment of softness does something to me. I’m so horny I can’t even see straight, but I don’t want to chase my climax. Not yet.
I want to keep kissing him, to let my tongue linger on his, to let him taste his release on my tongue.
When we finally part, he’s a little calmer and not trembling nearly as much. His eyes are focused, and suddenly, his expression turns to determination. I know what this means, and in that moment, I’m powerless to stop him.
His finger runs up my aching length, and I bite my bottom lip as he pulls his finger away from my dick. He’s driving me to distraction. I pull his finger into my mouth, making his nostrils flare as I swirl my tongue around it, then pull off with a soft pop.
I could let him do more. I could let him follow his instinct and get me off, but I’m not going to. I don’t care how hard I am. How horny I am. I need him to know that the power is in my hands now, so I step away, giving his chest a light pat before turning my back to him.
I walk to the sink to wipe my mouth off and wash my hands, intensely aware of his eyes on me. He watches me in the mirror the entire time, only breaking eye contact when he bends over to pull his pants up.
As I make my way to the door, unlocking it with a flick of my wrist, I turn toward him and meet his gaze. ‘Don’t avoid me again.’
He looks angry at that, but I didn’t say it to make him upset. But before I can clarify, he shoves past me, flipping me off as he stalks down the hallway and out to the gym.
My dick still hasn’t gone down, so I tuck it under my waistband, giving myself a minute of breathing room before walking out after him.
We’re not done here. Now that I’ve taken the edge off the tension between us, I still want answers.
I still want to know why he left the way he did, why he came back the way he did, why he was in my class and in the shower with me again.
And why he’s now pretending like he doesn’t want to see me.
The only problem is, even after searching every corner of the gym, he’s nowhere to be found.
My heart sinks, and my cock deflates.
Fuck, here we go again.