Chapter 10 #3
Instead, as I lay in my antique four-poster bed, staring out the window at the dark sky, all I could think about was the same damn thing I’d been thinking about all day—Luke fucking Williams.
The heart-stopping feeling of seeing him in danger.
The sweetness of his smile when it got caught up at one corner of his mouth.
The pulse-pounding feeling of seeing him almost naked, clutching that stupid curtain around him back in his RV, and wondering what he’d look like without it.
I felt my dick throb in my loose cotton sleep pants, and I pushed the heel of my hand against it.
Fuck.
I groaned softly and turned onto my back, shoving off the quilt and pushing my pants down to my thighs so I could stroke myself more firmly.
I was definitely not going to jerk off thinking of Luke Williams because that would be fucking weird.
Or, okay, it would be fucking hot, at least in the moment.
The weird part was sure to follow, though, probably when I spontaneously chubbed up at the next parent-teacher conference or couldn’t meet Luke’s eyes during a neighborly conversation because my brain was chanting a guilty chorus of I jerked off to you.
But fuck, there was something about Luke Williams.
Like the little smile that hovered around his lips like he always found something to be happy about.
Or the way he ate ice cream like he was savoring every individual flavor, in a way that turned out to be weirdly erotic.
Or the chaotic paint-spatter freckles on his shoulders that I was always, from this day forward, gonna know were hiding under his button-down shirts and sweater vests.
Or the startled expression on his face when he’d caught me staring at him earlier today, and the way the surprise had morphed, for one quick second, into curious hunger that had me checking the front of his sweatpants for a dick print like a horny teenager…
And finding one.
Shit. My cock was harder than it had been in… God, way too long. Fucking aching, with precum already beading at the tip. And it was thoughts of Luke Williams that had gotten me here.
But as I ran my thumb over the head, collecting the wetness there and using it to ease my way as I pumped myself with my fist, I let myself go with it, because…
well, because the man was seriously fucking hot, and I was tired of denying or overthinking that.
Maybe Porter had stumbled on the truth earlier when he said I’d been harboring a secret attraction for Luke for longer than I wanted to admit.
“Nfff.” I couldn’t stop the low moan that rose up from my throat as I imagined Luke right there in the cool quiet of my bedroom, watching me jack off for him. I imagined the way he’d look at me, his eyes wide and hot with lust.
I imagined pushing him into that snowbank earlier, in front of God and anybody who might come by, and kissing the fuck out of him… then warning him in dirty, explicit detail about exactly what I’d do to his ass if he ever did something so dangerous again.
I imagined ripping his clothes off in that tiny trailer, holding him down on those soft blankets he’d made, and touching his body until he screamed my name and his head was full of all the curse words he’d never let himself say.
My balls tightened until they were snug against the base of my dick, and I bit my lip as I threw my head back into the pillow, fighting to stay quiet.
But if I was going to commit to my first bisexual jerk session, I wanted to see exactly how much stuff I might be into and what I might have been missing out on.
I couldn’t say I hadn’t touched my ass before—not with three gay brothers tossing around intriguing phrases like “Tony came hands-free” and “a prostate orgasm lights you up like a roman candle.” But I hadn’t liked it when I’d tried it as a teen.
And I really hadn’t liked it when Amanda had tried it after reading about it in some article online.
But then, hell, I’d gone my whole life being positive that I didn’t find guys attractive either, and now I had incontrovertible evidence to the contrary, so who knew what else might have changed?
I braced my foot on the bed, spread my knees wide, and used my free hand to finger the skin behind my balls… and the puckered hole further back.
Shit, shit, shit. My entire body broke out in a cold sweat, and more slickness coated my fist as my cock showed it was definitely on board to try new things.
Who fucking knew? How long had my dick been keeping these secrets?
I gathered some wetness on my fingertip and stroked it over my hole, wishing I was the kind of guy who had a nightstand full of lube to experiment with.
I slid the tip of my finger inside and… Huh.
I mean, it wasn’t awful. I just wasn’t sure I understood what the fuss was about. Maybe I just wasn’t wired that way.
And that was fine—more than fine—because I didn’t need any extra stimulation. Fondling my balls while wondering what Luke would actually say if he could see me like this, naked and breathless, dick covered in my own fluid, was hotter than I could ever have believed.
I imagined him reaching out a hand to touch me and stroked myself faster, my toes curling and balls tingling as I felt my release getting closer. Christ, I wanted that. Wanted his hands on me. His mouth. His gaze…
I cried out as I came and quickly stuffed my fist in my mouth to muffle the noise as I stroked myself through my orgasm.
Holy. Shit. I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard.
My legs literally shook, like all the energy in my body had been expelled along with the rapidly cooling puddle on my stomach.
I lay there for a minute, gasping, feeling simultaneously proud and nervous and not really wanting to consider either of those things too closely.
A knock at my bedroom door made me jump like a guilty teenager.
“Daddy?” Aiden’s voice was a sleepy croak. “I need you. I’m thirsty, and I forgot to get water before bed. And also, it’s very dark downstairs.” He hesitated. “So, c’you get some for me?”
Fuck.
“Yeah.” My voice was hoarser than Aiden’s. “Gimme two minutes. Go back to bed, and I’ll bring you some, okay?”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
I went into my little en suite bathroom and flipped on the light to clean myself up with a damp towel. I looked exactly the same as I had when I’d brushed my teeth before bed, even though it felt like a lot had changed.
It hasn’t, I reminded myself. Fantasy is fantasy.
In reality, I was going to help Luke Williams get his roof fixed before he hurt himself, because that was what a good neighbor would do. I was going to focus on taking care of my son and not let anything else distract me.
Including this crazy attraction to my own betrothed.