I nod, meeting his gaze. “Yup. Every other time of day, it’s horrid,” I tease.
Cas rolls his eyes, and I choke out a laugh. Something’s shifted with us. I can’t put my finger on what exactly, but it’s something.
Dipping my hand underneath my sleeping bag, I cup myself over my boxers. “Are you as hard as I am?” I ask bluntly, chuckling when his eyes widen for a fraction of a second.
“You just always come right the fuck out, saying what’s on your mind, don’t you?”
Shrugging, I say, “Yeah. I mean, why not?”
“I don’t know, modesty, maybe?”
I bark out a laugh at that. “Modesty? Says the fucking rock star who, I’m pretty sure, had a sex tape go viral a few years ago.”
“Is that so?” he asks, face deadpan. “Did you watch it?”
“Of course, I watched it,” I reply, his brow quirking in response. “Not that I could see shit. It was blurry as fuck, but those noises you made…” I fan my face dramatically. “Were pretty fucking hot.”
Jesus, even the thought of that makes my dick throb.I don’t know where that memory came from. I haven’t thought about that since I watched it. Someone had uploaded a horrible cell phone quality video to Twitter from the Wicked Hearts tour bus. You couldn’t hardly see shit, but it was obvioussomeonewas giving Cas a blow job. It was too dark, and the picture was too shitty to make out who it was.
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” he grumbles, but I don’t miss the faint smirk he tries to cover when he rubs his hand over his mouth.
“Who was it? One of the guys from your band? It was Atticus, wasn’t it?”
Caspian’s face screws up. “Why the fuck would it be Atticus?”
“Uh, maybe because you guys are always spotted together, and you seem close.”
“Yeah, because we’re best friends,” he replies dryly.
“Best friend blowies are where it’s at, my man.”
“Oh, really,” he drawls. “So, you get best friend blowies often, then?”
“All the fucking time.”Lies.Brielle and Brynn wouldnevergo there, and I would never go there with them. We are not those type of friends… not that there is anything wrong with friendships like that.
His gaze hardens as he watches me, an emotion almost looking like jealousy passing through his eyes… but that can’t be true, can it?
“What? You don’t like the idea of other people sucking my cock, rock star?”
His scowl deepens. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Oh, fuck off,” he spits out.
“I mean… if you want to get the image of somebody else’s mouth around my dick out of your mind, you could always get between my legs right now and do it yourself.”
His head is seconds from combusting, I swear. He’s quite the jealous man I’m noticing. “Oh, you’d fucking love that, lad, wouldn’t you?”
Him calling me“lad”is so fucking hot for no reason.
“Yeah,” I agree. “I would. So, get down there, buddy.”
“Buddy?” Caspian’s face morphs into one of disgust, which only makes me laugh more. “I’m not your fucking buddy.”
“Well, you sure were something last night when you were balls deep in my ass…”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Oh, I was definitely not complaining.” Reaching over, I rest my hand on his shoulder, offering a gentle tug downward. “It’s why I want your mouth on me so bad.” Pulling the sleeping bag down and showing him the tent in my boxers, I poke my lip out into a pout as he rolls his eyes. “See how hard I am? Fix it, please.”
Bored expression plastered in place, he watches me for a moment, and I’m almost a hundred percent sure he’s going to tell me to fuck off. I practically choke on my own tongue when he shoves the material to the side, positioning himself between my spread thighs.
