Chapter 46
Dex
We hold hands the whole way back to the cabin. Charcoal is there to greet us on the doorstep, winding her way around our legs, and when Korren scoops her up, she nuzzles her head against his chin as if to claim him.
“Welcome home,” I say.
Korren lets the kitten down and turns to me with this hopeful look, like maybe he’s not lost after all.
And I take him in my arms and crush my lips to his, devouring him, pressing the hard lines of his body against mine, just because I can.
Because I no longer need a fucking dare to have whatever I want from him.
I have no idea how I ever thought I was straight.
We stumble through the door, and I lock it firmly behind us. We hardly stop to drop our bags before I’m shoving Korren to the bed and throwing him onto it, where he sprawls there like a fucking fallen angel, his dark hair splayed around his head, his black eyes dark with need.
Then, as I crawl over him and grind my stiffening cock against his, which is already hard as steel, I realize this is totally different than before.
I don’t know what he wants. I know what he dared me to do, but we were both just experimenting, seeing how far we could push the other. We both thought we weren’t into guys.
“What?” Korren asks. “Is this too much?”
“Of course not.” I duck down and kiss him, grinding my hips into his, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. “But how do you want it? I’ve just realized I have no idea what you like.”
Korren puts an arm over his face, his cheeks bright red. “I liked it when you fucked me,” he mumbles.
My cock gives an eager throb at this. “Fuck, Korren. Are you sure? That was fucking incredible for me.”
He nods. Then he peeks out from beneath his arm, his expression the most delicious combination of embarrassed and needy.
I cup his dick through his pants, feeling the way it pulses against my palm.
This time I’m not rushing or trying to pretend I’m not feeling the way I do. I’m going to savor every damn second of this.
I unbutton Korren’s shirt to reveal his lean, hard stomach, and this time I allow myself to run my fingers down his abs, heat pooling in my core as I savor the pure masculine beauty of him.
He slides a hand across my hip and seizes my ass, and I drag my hips against his once more, ducking to kiss him as his cock grazes mine through our pants.
“I love you so fucking much, Korren,” I breathe into his mouth.
His pupils are blown wide with lust, and the shadow that’s hung over him since I first met him has receded as he lets himself enjoy this moment without reservations.
I unbuckle his belt and drag his pants down to free his cock, and he reaches up to pull at my waistband as well, so I shed my own clothes and stand before him, admiring every inch of his sculpted body and rock-hard cock.
“You beauty,” I growl as I crawl over him and settle my cock between his legs, where it slides past the softness of his balls to rest against his firm ass.
His cock strains against my stomach as I lean down to kiss him, and when I palm a hand over its length, he gives a desperate little moan that sends fire through my veins.
I thrust into the space between his legs, chasing friction, and when Korren begs for more, I drag a thumb over his slit and close a fist around his throbbing cock. I don’t know what I’m doing, only that nothing is off-limits now and I want all of him.
Korren is thrusting his hips up into my hand, his delicious mouth parted, and suddenly it’s not enough.
Not loosening my grip on his cock, I shift away so I can hook a finger down to find his rim. He’s hot and tight, and I tease him there while still pumping his cock, dipping a finger in just to feel the way he yields to me.
He groans and arches beneath me, his eyes wild with need, and even though I had planned to take this slow, I’m suddenly desperate to feel him around my cock again, to bury myself in him.
I plunge my finger deeper and find the sensitive spot inside him, my cock pulsing at the way he moans and writhes beneath my attention. My balls are tight, my cock leaking precum as I roll on a condom and clumsily smother myself with lube.
“I need all of you,” Korren begs hoarsely.
His words lodge themselves somewhere beneath my sternum, and I can’t wait any longer.
I press the head of my cock against his hole, giving just the slightest push, feeling how he yields to me.
Slowly I work my way in, teasing his cock with one hand, the tightness consuming me until every nerve is vibrating with the sensation.
When I sink in all the way, my hips pressed against Korren’s, his face is flushed, his eyes wild with hunger. His cock pulses in my hand, and I thumb the slit again, wanting to savor this moment.
“I could stay here forever,” I murmur. I lean forward and suck Korren’s earlobe into my mouth, teeth grazing the soft flesh.
His hips rise up beneath mine, grinding the fractional space between us to nothing, and my lips find his, greedy, desperate.
My cock is pulsing inside him, the pressure alone driving me close to the edge, and Korren’s is hard and straining against my abs.
Slowly, not wanting to give up the deliciousness of this moment, I withdraw partway. Then I slide in again, each movement sending sparks down my spine.
I’m close to the edge already, and each thrust drags me to the brink.
But I pause each time I’m sunk deep into him, not ready for this to end.
Korren is pulsing in my hand, but I’m not giving him much, just the pressure of my grip around his base and little teasing strokes with my thumb.
He’s already butter beneath my hands, driven wild by the drag of my cock against his sensitive spot alone.
Soon I can’t resist any longer. The pressure is building, so I thrust hard into him, drunk on the sound of him moaning beneath me.
As I spill into him, my body spasming forward, I pump Korren’s dick with a powerful hand. He must’ve been as close as I was, because a moment later he’s spilling onto his chest, cum dripping down my fist.
I stay inside him as I stroke Korren’s hair back from his face and kiss him on his forehead and jaw and mouth. The shadow in his eyes is totally gone now, replaced by a glazed, blissed-out look.
“I can’t believe how fucking good that is,” I growl into his ear.
Korren hums in agreement.
I pull out of him at last, but then I drape myself over him, my angles slotting into his as if we’re meant for no one else. I trail my fingers along the soft skin of his waist, and Korren nuzzles his head against mine.
“Are you sure about this?” he murmurs.
“About what? About how much I want you?” I ask with a laugh.
“About putting up with me while I work through—everything.”
I lean up on one elbow and give Korren a stern look. “There’s no putting up with anything, baby. I love every single bit of you, and I feel like the luckiest man alive to have you for my own.” I lift one of his hands and kiss the mess of scars on his wrist so I know he understands.
Korren
I loop my arms around Dex’s back and pull him closer still, not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough of this. Because all of the barriers I’d drawn around my personal space are gone, and all I can think about is how Dex had better not fucking leave me. Ever.
Not that I say that. It’s way too soon to mention something like that, especially since I’m still in a fragile place and if he does ever leave, it’s going to destroy me.
Now, as I let my eyes run down the bulging muscles of his arms to his firm, delicious ass, I wonder if this is something I might’ve been craving all along without letting myself admit it.
The thing is, I don’t know. I’ve found girls attractive in the past, and I’ve enjoyed sex with them, but…maybe not that much. Maybe I’ve been scared to let anyone in my life because some part of me deep down has known it wasn’t right and wasn’t willing to set me up for a lifetime of pretending.
I really don’t fucking know. I’m aware it’s a spectrum, and I probably would’ve known from a younger age if I were fully gay rather than bi, but fuck, I’ve never felt anything as good as letting Dex pound into me.
And maybe I need to stop worrying so much about labels. It’s just that I was really fucking attached to the fact that I was straight, all through this game we were playing together, and the idea that I might’ve been wrong has me feeling like I don’t know anything about myself any longer.
But maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe that’s part of the fun of being with Dex—learning who I really am and what I actually like with someone by my side who feels like he should’ve been part of my life all along.
Dex pulls me away from my thoughts when he kisses me on the temple. His dimples are showing, and I want to see that smile all the time—that full, unrestrained smile he gives me because he’s not holding anything back.
“You worried about something?” he asks, smoothing the lines on my forehead with his thumb.
I give him a guarded smile. “No.”
“Then what were you thinking about?”
“Just how much I love you.”
Dex laughs. “I find that hard to believe. But I’ll take it. I love you too, Korren.”