The food here was good. There were fancier places in the nearby town, but that would mean venturing out in public and dealing with the drama that came with it. We’d be living back in our real world in a few weeks, so for now, I’d savor the safety of the academy. Heck, only three days in and the college kids were no longer looking at us with wide-eyed awe.
All of that had fizzled away after we’d put them through their paces, earning us grumbles and under-the-breath cusses. Plus, me suggesting we had a glutes competition went a long way to wiping clear the rose-tinted glasses.
It was no good. We had to get moving. “We need to shower.”
“You’re very talkative for a dead man.”
“A brainless dead man,” I agreed. “You see, my talents will forever surprise you.”
Sutton angled and leaned on his elbow, peering down at me. “I’m good with you surprising me.”
Goose bumps dotted along my skin at the heat in his gaze and the sweet sincerity in his voice. That was followed quickly by the memory of his heated words after our gym session.
“Speaking of surprises.” I arched my brow and gave him a pointed stare. “You mentioned something about a cock in my ass.” Just saying the word sent a rush of warmth to my cheeks. My ass cheeks clenched, wondering exactly what that would feel like.
Sutton’s brows shot comically high, his eyes widening. “Is, uhm, that something you want to try? That we’re ready for?” A roll of his eyes later, he shook his head. “Fuck, why is it that I feel like a fucking virgin all over again?”
I chuckled. “Because both our asses are virgin holes.” I furrowed my brows. “Well, at least mine is—”
“Mine too,” he was quick to say.
“What are you thinking?”
“That I’m both mortified and turned on by this conversation.” He collapsed back onto the bed, covering his eyes with his arm.
“Me too,” I admitted. With the man being honest with me, I’d absolutely be giving it him back. “We really do need to shower. We can talk about this later.” I sat up, having a great idea. “Perhaps we could talk about it with Mark. He’s gay, so is probably down with the whole anal sex thing. I’m sure—”
“No fucking way.” Sutton sat up, the whites of his eyes super visible with how wide-eyed he was.
I frowned. “But he’s a counselor. And does the whole LGBTQ stuff.”
“And he’s also had your tongue in his mouth.”
Surprise blasted through me. The emotion was quickly followed by amusement and a huge grin. “Huh… is that where you’re at with Mark? Interesting.”
“It’s sonotinteresting.” He shook his head at me and stood.
I jumped up to follow him into the bathroom, too entertained by this turn of events to leave it be. “You know, some people say jealousy is an ugly emotion.”
He turned on the shower and stepped inside. I was close at his heels when he said, “Not jealous.”
I ignored him. He totally was jealous. “You wanna know what I think?”
“Do I have a choice?”
I grinned. “I think it’s fucking hot.” My dick had done a valiant job of perking right up. I pushed against his butt, so he could join me with the admiration my growing hard-on deserved. “So much so, every time it’s clear you’re jealous, I think you’ll deserve a blowy. Maybe a hand job. Either way, you’ll be blowing your load.”
From over his shoulder, Sutton looked at me, his pupils blown.
“You like that, huh?”
He attempted to harden his gaze, look unaffected, but I reached around him, latching on to his erection. His breath caught. I had to give it to the man. Sutton schooled his features impressively. Not so much when I squeezed gently and gave a tug.
“I think there’s probably something really unhealthy about being turned on and offering sexual rewards when your b— I’m jealous.”
“You’re talking too much. I’m clearly not getting my point across.” I stroked more firmly, picking up speed, still pressing against his back and feeling his body vibrate.
He grunted, and I pressed my mouth against his neck. Angling a little, he gave me better access.
