Xander #3
“I think so,” he said, pulling off his jacket and draping it over the arm of the chair, leaving him looking right at home.
In fact, he looked like he belonged right where he was, and the thought confused and annoyed me.
“I mean, it already made everyone curious, but hey, since you invited multiple people, it was a little thing. Now, if it had been just me? That might have raised some eyebrows. Am I close?”
I was caught. “You’re an idiot.”
“On occasion,” he accepted gracefully, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a stack of condoms and a small bottle of lube. “Some would say what we have in mind for the night is idiotic, and yet here we are.”
“I still didn’t agree to anything,” I pointed out.
“You’re still not cute enough to pull off hard to get.”
“I’m not—”
“Mhmm.”
I glared at him, not sure what to say. The only person who dared to call me out was Cait.
But Cait wasn’t here. She also wasn’t sitting in my comfy chair, looking…
good. Which was weird; it wasn’t like Colin was doing anything but sitting there, looking comfortable.
Yet there was something incredibly sexy about the sight, and that was confusing.
“Sorry, should I reenact the first time you met me?” he asked lightly, sitting up straight. “I’d need to borrow your shower, though.”
My gut twisted at the idea, and I frowned. “Carter’s right, you are an ass.”
“I’m not one to brag,” he said slowly. “But I admit I do have a nice ass.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You’re saying a whole lot of things; either you’re trying to put off why I’m here or you're trying to find the courage to actually tell me to fuck off and never come back. So, uh…which is it?”
“Nervous?” I asked wryly.
“A little,” he said, surprising me with his candor.
“I’m a confident guy and all, but even I’m not a fan of being rejected.
But I’d rather take an outright rejection than be left dangling like a fish on a hook for too long, only to be thrown back.
No one likes to be completely at someone else’s mercy, not when their heart or self-esteem are on the line. ”
It wasn’t what I was expecting, but he’d always seemed comfortable in his own skin and hadn’t hidden much from me in the past. It was strange, having someone be so forthcoming when most people usually hid their vulnerable sides around me.
I knew that contributed to my loneliness.
It was difficult to have a meaningful relationship with people who weren’t willing to be open.
Except for Cait, though, no one before Colin bothered to do it.
The thought was strangely erotic. I wasn’t going to pretend he was comfortable enough to be that open with me, but he was daring enough to give it a shot.
That said more good things about him than it would ever say about me, but made it even more attractive.
Plus, if he could take a risk with me, then I suppose—
“Strip,” I told him roughly, not knowing if it was a good thing or not that I was caving, but it had to be better than that awkward back and forth we were doing.
“Demanding,” he said with a chuckle, but his hands grabbed the bottom of his shirt to yank it over his head. He got to his feet, clearly not bothering to put on any sort of show or performance as he undid his jeans before kicking out of them.
I held out a hand, signaling him to stop, and he did, looking at me curiously.
There was no worry on his face, maybe because my reaction wasn’t filled with regret or hesitation.
He was confident standing there in those short boxer briefs he loved so much.
Not that he didn’t have good reason to be comfortable; he looked good, and he knew it.
I rotated a finger and with a smirk he stood up straight and slowly turned on the spot.
“Am I being evaluated?” he asked with a smile.
“No,” I said, my eyes following the curve of his ass, then the obvious bulge at the front, which was bigger than it had been a moment before, so clearly he was getting turned on because I was staring at him. “I am.”
He looked surprised. “And what did you find?”
I had found that my attraction hadn’t been a fluke.
Apparently, I was as into the sight of him being hard as I was into the bounce of his ass.
I found maybe it wouldn’t have mattered if my first introduction to him had been filled with so much sex and suggestion, or perfectly normal, I would have found myself in this exact spot at some point.
Instead, I said, “Where do you buy your underwear, the kids section?”
He shot me a knowing look that I refused to acknowledge. “You know, underwear comes in different sizes and shapes. It’s not all an eight-pack of generic sizes from Wal-Mart.”
I frowned. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“Nope,” he agreed, tugging at the leg of his tiny boxer briefs that barely reached his thighs.
The gesture was unconscious, but the sight suddenly made me itch to grab them and run my tongue along the inside of his thigh to see what noises he made.
I had already heard a few of them, and despite how distinctly masculine they had been compared to the sounds of pleasure I’d heard over the years, they drove me crazy.
“By the way, I can see your pants have gotten a little tighter.”
I glanced down before scowling. “Whatever.”
“I’ve decided to stick to calling you Big Boss for my own reasons,” he said with a chuckle, and I blinked when he stepped forward and with a grace I could only call erotic, slid onto my lap smoothly.
His arms were around my neck, and I leaned back, staring up into his bright eyes and feeling like I might rip through my jeans any second.
“Shut up,” I muttered, but even I couldn’t manage any genuine force behind my words to be taken seriously. “I don’t need your flattery.”
“It’s flattery to point out that you’re well-hung?” he asked in confusion and then laughed. “Long, thick, and the past couple of times you’ve been so hard it looked painful. Now the real question is, what will that feel like deep in my ass?”
There was not one ounce of shame in the man, and, fuck, it drove me crazy. “I guess we’re finding out, aren’t we?”
“Now we’re talking,” he said, grinding on my lap and making me grunt in surprise at the spark of pleasure that shot up my spine.
If his lack of shame, or sheer confidence wasn’t hitting enough of my buttons, then his unabashed, unreserved desire for me would have been enough.
He gripped my shirt, tossing it aside without a care as his hands slid over my bare chest and down my stomach.
I wasn’t idle, letting my hands roam up and down his back and over the curve of his ass.
Every part of him was so distinctly man that there was no way to trick my brain into thinking it was remotely familiar territory.
Which made sense, but it was still unnerving that apparently that didn’t matter.
Like something inside my head had been unlocked and was spilling out as if it had been there all along, when I had never even considered that door had existed.
“Up,” I grunted against his lips, nipping slightly as he backed off my lap and let me stand up to undo my pants. “Bed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said gleefully as he backed up, his hand tugging on the band of my underwear, doing what I told him but being a shit and dragging me with him at the same time.
“Idiot,” I grunted, giving him a push so he fell back onto the large bed.
“Oof,” he snorted, then looked around, patting the sheets. “Damn, this thing is comfy. Who did you blow further up the ladder for this?”
“I bought it,” I told him. If I was going to be spending most of my life in this place, sleeping in this cabin, there was no way in hell I was going to sleep in the bed they’d provided. “And I’ve never blown anyone, thanks.”
“Yet?” he wondered, and I felt a rush of anticipation and fear.
Shit, could I do that?
Fuck, it was only right that I at least try to return the favor.
I got down beside the bed and pushed him back, pressing my mouth against his inner thigh and acting out the brief fantasy that had entered my thoughts earlier.
He wriggled with a laugh, his hands coming down, one on my shoulder with the tips of his fingers, the other pushing through my hair.
I scraped my teeth down his skin, then opened my mouth, tasting him as I ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh.
A place he was clearly sensitive, if the sounds of his desperate whines were a sign and the way he squirmed on the bed.
Hooking my fingers into the band of his underwear, I pulled them down only to flinch when his dick popped free with enough force that it bopped me on the temple.
I glared at Colin when he didn’t hold back his snickering.
I reached up, wiping the wet spot it had left behind, and while it wasn’t exactly thrilling, I wasn’t bothered by it either.
I knew enough about dicks to know not everyone was dry when they got hard, and him leaking was just a sign that he was excited.
Of course, that left me to stare at his dick, unsure if I could do it, and knowing there was no way I was going to do it well.
I could have backed off, and I had the feeling that while he’d be disappointed, Colin wouldn’t be all that upset.
He was a jackass, but I hadn’t missed the way he could carefully maneuver around people’s feelings.
He was a lot better with people than I had ever been, and given a few years of experience, he honestly would be a great replacement for someone in my position.
“Gonna stare at me or do something?” he asked lightly, his eyes flicking to his dick. “Don’t have to do that, though.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, annoyed at his compassion, gripping the base of his cock and bringing it to my mouth before he could say anything or I could doubt myself.