21
COPE MURPHY
My mind wakes up before my body is ready to. I’m far too comfortable, lying in this plush bedding, wrapped around the warmest, coziest pillow known to man. Only when I peel an eye open and take in the relatively dark room, thanks to the blackout curtains, I see it isn’t a pillow at all that I’m curled around.
It’s Xander.
Then the memories of last night replay in my head, and a smile tugs on my lips, remembering all that we did. Xander’s back is tucked against my front, our bodies perfectly aligned. With the way his breathing is even and steady, it’s probably safe to assume he isn’t awake yet.
Looking inward, I search for a morsel of regret, or even that daunting feeling of dread that typically comes after I hook up with someone. There is none. No panic rising. My chest feels light, my mind still riding that rush that came from being with him, and my body really,reallywants to do it all over again. Last night felt right, and I can’t even begin to explain why.
Xander brings out something in me that I didn’t know existed.
Subconsciously, I tighten my arm around his middle, hauling him even closer as I bury my face in the messy black curls on the back of his head. My senses come alive, breathing in his scent. I could easily lie here all day, doing just this, and I’d be content. Xander’s body stirs a little, and I hear him inhale deeper, signaling he’s waking up. A shot of unease hits me in the gut, not knowing how he’s going to handle everything this morning. What if it’s too soon after his breakup and he regrets it?
Sure, it was his idea to come back here last night, but we were both under the influence, so it could’ve been the alcohol talking. But I don’t think either of us weredrunk.
“Are you freaking out?” Xander asks, his voice thick with sleep, startling me out of my thoughts.
Brows pinching together, I say, “No, not at all, why do you ask?”
“Because you’re stiff as a board—and I don’t just mean the morning wood poking my thigh—and your grip on my stomach is kinda painful.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” I didn’t even realize I’d tensed up. Forcing myself to relax, I rub on his stomach and breathe in the scent of his hair again. He brings his hand up, placing it on top of mine, lacing our fingers together on his abdomen. My heart squeezes.
“So, no freaking out about last night?” he asks again.
“None,” I reiterate. “You?”
“God, no.” Xander snorts out a laugh, turning around to face me. One of his hands is stuffed under his cheek on the pillow while the other rests flat on my chest. “I very much enjoyed it.”
The blanket is pushed down to our waists, so his entire naked torso is exposed to me. My eyes greedily drink in his creamy skin as I reach out to finger the barbell through his left nipple. He groans, eyes rolling back. Goosebumps bloom around the area I’m touching, and I secretly love the way his body responds to me. Tugging gently on the metal, Xander hisses before it meltsinto another moan that sends a shiver down my spine. My body flushes hot, the sensation settling low in my groin.
My gaze lifts, finding Xander already watching me. His features are soft, blue eyes bright, and his lips part just enough that I can see the top of his straight row of bottom teeth. His breathing comes out in quick pants the more I play with the pierced pink bud.
“That feel good?” I ask hoarsely.
He nods, a groan falling from his lips. “Don’t stop.”
I bring my other hand up, teasing the right side at the same time. The temperature in the room feels like it’s raised to a toasty level, and my dick is so hard it hurts. With the blanket covering him, I can’t tell if he is too, but I’m willing to bet he is.
The rustling of the blankets is the only noise in the room as he scoots over, wrapping his arm around my neck as he nestles his face against my skin. I bring my hand around to the small of his back as he fists the short hairs at the nape of my neck. Shivers rack through me when I feel his hot, soft lips press down in the area between my neck and shoulder. One turns into two, and then into three until his lips pepper anywhere they can touch.
Xander hooks his leg over mine, somehow lining our erections up perfectly. The feeling of his velvety, hard length rubbing along mine is erotic and sensual, the sensation out of this world. Before long, both of our hips are rolling, chasing the high we’re giving each other. Hot breath fans my neck as I bring my hand lower over the swell of his plump ass, fingers digging into the flesh, needing him impossibly closer.
The sharp bite of incisors sinking into my neck pulls a groan from my throat as I buck into him harder. “Fuck, Xan,” I breathe, my pulse kicking up to rapid speeds.
He hums, tightening his grip on my hair, and swiping his tongue across the area. Next, he brings his attention to my ear, flicking his tongue over the lobe, then tugging on it gently withhis teeth. Xander nips along my jawline as the hand gripping his ass controls how hard he thrusts into me. Bringing his hand down to my cheek, he guides my mouth over to his.
Fireworks go off as our lips mold together. It’s heated, our tongues fighting for dominance. I roll onto my back, taking Xander with me, and he wastes no time grinding on my lap. We’re both making a mess, our dicks leaking the more we rub together. I could easily come like this, and if he keeps at the pace he’s going, I will soon.
Unfortunately for me, the universe has other plans. The hotel door bursts open without any warning, and Xander jumps off me like he got burned while he fumbles with the blankets, yanking them up to cover us.
“Rise and shine, fuckers.” Shooter walks into the room, and Sterling trails behind him. My eyes meet his first, and he shoots me a silent “I’m sorry,” before I narrow my eyes in front of him at his boyfriend and my pain in the ass best friend.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I bark at him, sitting up and making sure I’m fully covered.
A mischievous grin slides on Shooter’s face as his eyes bounce between Xander and me. “Well, well, well,” he drawls. “What do we have here, my friends?”
