Oh, shit. I flush with heat from head-to-toe. Here I am, trying to avoid dirty thoughts, and this scene has my dick hardening.
Dropping my gaze, I rush for the gym and pull the door closed behind me. I brace against the wall, practicing some deep breaths to get my head level and my body calmed down.
Three miles of running on the treadmill isn’t enough to get my mind off the topic of sex. I imagine Cain in Rev’s place and me riding him. He’d be rough with me, just like I need. His slicked up cock would thrust into me at a punishing pace, driving me over the edge into blissful pleasure.
I groan and hit the stop button on the treadmill.Fuck. I need to come. It’s not fun running with a stiff cock bouncing around in my sweatpants. Maybe I could just jerk it in here real quick and continue my workout.
Cracking the door to the gym, I peek my head out. When I don’t hear any more obscene sounds from the living area, I move to one of the weight benches.
I stare at myself in the mirror. I’ve been here nearly two weeks, and there is new definition carved into my body. I’d say the street rat is gone, but there are still dark circles under my wild eyes, and my blonde waves are a tangled, sweaty mess.
Should I ask Rev where I can get a haircut? Or would things be awkward now that I caught him with his dick buried in someone?
I reach down to palm my erection, hissing at how painful it’s already become. My hand snaps off my dick as Cain appears in the mirrors, stepping through the doorway.
“Ezra?”
Shit. I try to shake the dirty fantasies from my mind. Cain wouldn’t be into them. The incident in his office was a onetime thing. Another way for him to mess with my head.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I mumble, hoping that will be enough to get him to leave.
I’m so fucked up over this shit. That trip to see Jakey and the stupid bottles of nail polish exposed me to too many sides of Cain, and now I can’t get rid of this deep, foreign pain in my chest whenever I look at him. I finally met someone I want, but he doesn’t want me back.
Broken. Defiled. Tainted.
I startle as Cain kneels between my legs. Too stuck in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed him approaching. His hand carefully tips my chin up until our eyes meet. “Are you hurting?”
I can’t help a wild laugh.Am I hurting?Jesus, I’ve been imagining getting fucked by this guy since I met him. I’ve slept next to him in bed. I’m left alone to pine for his attention and crave him in ways I can’t put into words because I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I didn’t even know it was possible. It shouldn’t be for me, right?
Spinning my lip ring around, I squirm on the bench. “Yes, I’m hurting. But not in the way you think.”
Stupid, big mouth.
Cain’s brows furrow. I scoot away from him, and my dick decides to shift from where I had it tucked under my waistband, now noticeably stretching the front of my sweats.
His gaze drops there, and a muscle in his jaw leaps. Heat rushes through my face, all the way up to the tips of my ears. Dark eyes flick up to meet mine, so rich and brown and… suddenly ravenous.
“Oh god. This is so awkward,” I mumble.
He locks a hand behind my knee and tugs me to the edge of the bench. “No. I’ve been depriving you.”
His other hand grips my hair at the base of my skull to drag me into a kiss.
A gasp slips from my parted lips when he palms my cock through my sweatpants. He kisses me hard, dipping his tongue into my mouth. He strokes it against my own tongue in a slow rhythm, matching his hand sliding up and down my shaft through the material of my pants.
I shudder and moan, and this sets him off. Cain scoops me off the bench, spinning me around so my cheek and chest press against the cold mirror. He keeps one hand gripped in my hair and his other arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling me tight against his own erection. It feels unreal pressed against my ass.
“Oh, shit.” I groan, struggling to stay upright.
“What do you need, beautiful boy? You need to be unwound?” His voice is a low rumble, raising goosebumps on my sweat-slicked, too-hot skin.
His hand on my stomach drifts lower. Hooking a finger in the waistband of my pants and boxers, he drags both down below my heavy balls, exposing me. “Need me to take you apart?”
“So bad. So so bad.”
His hand wraps around my dick, squeezing my crown hard before stroking me from root to tip. I try to thrust my hips forward, drowning in pleasure just from this touch alone, but he grips my balls and gives them a painful tug.
He chuckles darkly. “Greedy little thief. Trust me to take care of you, okay?”
