Chapter 23
SOUTHBOUND
I want to hold his fucking hand.
Jorge had the great idea to go sightseeing since we have to stay in Chicago for another couple of days. He’s acting as our own personal tour guide, even though he has no clue where the fuck we are, relying on Google to spout off interesting facts.
It’s cold as a witch’s tit out here.
As someone who runs hot, even I threw on a jacket. Lex looks positively freezing. He’s wearing a turtle neck, sweats, snow boots, and a giant puffy black jacket that swallows him. He didn’t pack any gloves, and neither did I.
I should grab his hand and stuff it into the pouch of my hoodie. I should tuck him under my arm and keep him close.
Fuck, I just need to touch him. In any capacity.
We talked a little this morning… sticking with the taking-it-day-by-day mentality. But now that we are surrounded by my friends—all except Kelly, are couples—I’m feeling extra possessive.
We didn’t do anything last night before bed or this morning. He allowed me to give him a chaste peck after he brushed his teeth, and he has settled for being super distant. It’s…hard. He mentioned that he wants to keep our nighttime activities secret from the band.
I think it’s stupid. Literally no one would care.
It wouldn’t be the first time a manager and a musician had a relationship. What’s the issue? Instead of taking my place beside him like I want, I lag behind with Phoenix and Eli, feeling like both my damn arms have been cut off.
Michael hasn’t spoken to anyone. I’m usually with him on outings like these. We joke around, mess with each other, and exist as the two single guys. Without my best friend and…whatever Lex is, everything feels wrong.
I’m just the shell missing its filling.
“And over here,” Jorge singsongs, dragging Oli to a Starbucks. “Is where I’ll be getting a warm beverage. Any takers?” He beams at all of us.
“Are we almost done?” I groan. “It’s fuckin’ cold out here.”
Kelly chitters her teeth. “I think my boobs fell off like ten blocks ago.”
Phoenix and Eli are basically conjoined at the hip. “It’s not too cold,” Eli muses.
“That’s because you live here,” Lex says, shivering from head to toe.
Our eyes meet, and he blushes a little.
We all pad into the Starbucks, moaning when the blast of heat hits our frozen bodies. As we shuffle into a somewhat single-file line, I purposefully stand behind Lex. Crowding him, I lean over his shoulder and quickly kiss his chilled cheek before anyone sees.
He whirls on me, mouth gaping and eyes huge. “Devon,” he mouths.
I smirk.
Those amber orbs focus on my lips for a beat too long before he spins back around.
I slip my hands under his jacket, gently stroking the dip in his spine, and he shivers.
He reaches back to grab my wrist, the touch lingering before he plays with my fingers.
My heart fucking roars. I never thought I’d like sneaking around, but a thrill shoots pure fire through my veins, warming me instantly.
I wonder if I can convince him to slink over to the restroom with me so I can suck his face for a few seconds…
“Can you grab me a chai?” he asks Kelly, a bit too loud to be casual. She looks at him funny before nodding. “Thanks, I have to go to the restroom.”
Mind reader.
Minx.
Sexy little princess.
I wait until I see him disappear into it, the lock still reading vacant. When I’m sure everyone is thoroughly engaged with the menu, and Jorge starts rambling about the first time his abuela had a frappuccino, I make my escape.
Powerwalking to the restroom, I slip inside like a damn ninja and lock the door. Lex is on me within seconds. He grabs me by the ears, jerks my face down to his, and kisses me hard.
“You’re so cold,” I tell him, nipping at his lower lip. “Let me warm you up.”
He nods enthusiastically. I spin us, pressing him into the wall and wedging my leg between his thighs. “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he says urgently, kissing me stupid.
We rock and grind, grope and taste. It’s fucking everything. All that time we were fighting when we could’ve been doing this. “You feel so good, baby,” I praise and grab his ass. “Can’t we just go back to the hotel?”
He sucks my tongue, tugging on my tongue piercing in a way that shoots electric bolts to the tip of my cock. “I’m not feeling so good,” he murmurs against my lips. “I think I’m sick.”
I groan, yanking down his turtle neck and sucking a mark onto his throat. He smells amazing. Soap and lavender and Lex. “Too sick to be out in the cold,” I purr, rutting against his erection.
Moaning so pretty, he agrees with a breathy, “Yes.”
I’m tempted to drop to my knees right fucking here.
“You go out first,” I rasp. “Then we can go in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” he pants, hair a mess because I had my fingers in it.
“Mmm, one more.” I attack his mouth, licking into it and swallowing all those sexy noises. I’m fucking high from them, spinning and floating, feeling right in every sense of the word.
Then the doorknob jiggles. Someone knocks loudly, then I hear Jorge, “Where is Devon? I need to know what he wants to drink!”
Lex smothers his giggle with his palm, and I drop my forehead to his shoulder. “Fuck.”
“Hello!” Jorge bangs on the door.
“I don’t know where he went!” Lex lies through his teeth, fluttering his lashes up at me.
I kiss him again and again.
Finally, Jorge says, “Well, I’m going to tell him he’s shit out of luck and to buy his own drink!”
I choke on Lex’s cock again. It’s so thick and long, fucking phenomenal, honestly. But damn, is it a bitch to deep throat. I’m nothing if not determined, though. Just a few more times doing this, and I’m confident I’ll be able to stuff my nose in his pubes and swallow.
“Devon,” he gasps, trembling all over.
I’m on my knees, Lex’s legs thrown over the edge of the bed.
He’s still in his damn jacket and scarf.
We were animals as soon as the door to our hotel room slammed shut.
I don’t even think I deadbolted it before I jerked his boots and pants off.
His pink, lacy thong is dangling from one of the end-table lamps.
“Yes, baby?” I ask before sucking on one of his balls. They’re so tight and perfect.
He moans loudly, tugging at my hair. “I want…”
Letting his nut pop from my lips, I glance up at him. He’s red all the way to the tips of his ears, looking absolutely sinful naked from the waist down, but his eyes are nervous—shy. I smooth my hands up his thighs and rise up to peck his lips. “What do you need?”
“I’m sorry. This is…great,” he starts, that big dick flexing impatiently. “But…but…”
Do not get insecure, Devon. Don’t fuckin’ do it.
It’s really hard to follow my own commands because he starts scooting away from me.
There are two ways I can handle this.
The first is to be a shithead and take it offensively.
He doesn’t like my cock sucking skills or something equally as stupid.
I can get upset, leave him on the edge, and wanting.
In the past, I might have done it. It seems we both might have some submissive tendencies because I want him to tell me what he needs. I’ll gladly do it.
My other option—and the better one—is to be patient and let him fully express his feelings.
Don’t get upset. He’s not rejecting you.
He’s not.
“It’s…hard for me,” he finally says, chewing his bottom lip. “I’m not good at like…dirty talk ‘n stuff.”
That perfect dick starts to wilt. His face flushes a deeper shade of pink, and he shrivels into himself, holding his puffy jacket sleeves. “And I’m kind of uncomfortable like…this,” he gestures at himself.
Right. I’ve got all my clothes on.
“I’m not going to judge you, Lex,” I tell him gently. “You tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“I want to see you too,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I say, rising up to kiss him once, then again. “Can I take this off?” I pluck the hood of his jacket.
He nods fast, already moving to take off the scarf.
We work in tandem, first the coat, then the shirt. Once he’s naked, I have to pause. I didn’t really look too long last time. I was focused on why he was so upset after he came.
This time, I’m looking.
Gawking.
Openly eating him with my eyes.
Freckles cover his chest, his shoulders, and his arms. They travel up his smooth throat and dot over his cheeks. He has the cutest cherry-sized nipples. His belly button isn’t quite an innie, but I’m obsessed with how it’s flush against his stomach.
He’s small everywhere except his cock, but there’s a density to his muscles that gives him that masculine edge I’m attracted to.
“You’re beautiful, princess,” I rasp, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead. “Just don’t freak out when I take off my pants.”
“What?”