But, he was just so god-damn pretty. The way he’d been panting over me at the swimming hole was so erotic. I wanted to see him riding my cock like that. Or hell, fucking me. I wasn’t picky.
My dick twitched in my hand, agreeing with that sentiment.
I gave a twist at my cockhead, milking some pre-cum outas I did. I moaned softly, running my thumb over the slit and sending bolts of electricity up my spine. My hand shuttled up and down my length at a furious pace. It was slick with soap, pre-cum, and shame.
Derek was straight. He was inexperienced and that turned me on more than I cared to admit. I wondered how he’d take my cock. Would he lick at it hesitantly? Or would he just go right for it?
He’d probably look up at me with those chocolate eyes, a haughty expression in them like he knew how fucking crazy he made me. Those pretty pink lips spread wide. Or would he look at me all seductive and sweet? Would he moan around my dick like a good little slut? His eyes going glassy as I told him how good he was at sucking my cock. Would he let me fuck his throat? He’d definitely gag around me. Would he suck my balls?
My stomach clenched.
God, I was sofucked.
My body was on fire thinking of all the ways Derek could get me off. All the ways I could make him lose his mind. I wanted him drunk off the pleasure I gave him. Begging. Sloppy.
I could feel the telltale tingling at the base of my dick. My orgasm was right under the surface, slowly pressing forward till I crashed over the edge. I came with a long, low gasp. My knees threatened to give as a barrage of sensation rocked through my body. Ropes of cum hit the wall before slowly sliding down.
I stood there a moment, blinking rapidly, chest heaving, before letting my forehead thunk softly against the cool tile.
The water kept running. Kept pouring over me like it could rinse away the truth that had ripped through me.
But it couldn’t.
It wouldn’t.
Even if the evidence had swirled down the drain.
I slid down until I was crouched on the shower floor, arms draped across my knees, my breathing still erratic as the haze of my orgasm lingered in my bones.
I didn’t even feelbetter.
More like split open.
And worse than anything, I knew this summer was going to wreck me.
CHAPTER 8
Derek
Something had cometo my attention and I wish it hadn’t.
Colton had definitely been acting weird when we left Darby’s Wish, but I’d tried not to let it faze me. We were both adults, so I figured that if I had really messed up out there in the water, we’d eventually talk about it.
But then nothing happened. No big talk, no sit-down meeting. Nada.
So, I assumed we were okay. Chalked it up to him being ready to get back to town or being upset for having lost our wrestling match.
I could feel that things had shifted between Colton and I after that day, but I wrote it off as still learning how to read him. There hadn’t been any outright hostility or huge change in our dynamic. From an outsider’s perspective, we were fine.
Except, I kept noticing things—small things.
Our routine was still the same. We’d eat dinner together when it worked for both our schedules. I would cook, he’d make dumb comments, we’d eat together at the table with our mismatched utensils and kitchenware. But it was like Colton was only half present. He wasn’t hovering over me to watchour meal being prepped. The sass he’d normally toss around like confetti fell flat between us. Things felt… stilted. Like he was watching what he said andwhenhe said it.
I’d gone to hand him a mug of coffee the other day and instead of taking it from me, like a normal person, he’d politely asked me to put it on the table. In front of his perfectly empty hands.
A few nights ago, we were on the couch watching a show we’d been binging together when something funny happened. Normally, he’d have leaned over and nudged me, maybe even make a quip of his own.
But this time? He’d looked over at me with this big grin on his face that was so real it was blinding. He’d shifted his body toward me like he was going to shoulder bump me, but then stopped halfway. I could see the gears in his head spinning before he slowly sat back, his customer-service smile sliding onto his face. He made some remark about how funny the show was but his voice sounded hollow.
