His hand glides around to cup the back of my head, pulling me down a few inches, as he deepens our kiss. His tongue finds its way farther into my mouth, the sensation both rough and soft against my own tongue, and when he licks his way out, his teeth pinch my lower lip before diving in again.
Holy fuck. He wanted to try something all right.
My hands are still hanging useless by my sides because, suddenly, I don’t know what the fuck to do with them. Where do I normally put my hands when I’m kissing someone…or being mouth-fucked, which would apparently be the case now?
Finally deciding on what to do with them, I touch his sides, sliding my fingers up his bare rib cage and around to his back, hooking them around his body to pull him in closer.
I’m hard, because of course I’m fucking hard, but I’m more than a little curious to know if he is too.
When he finally shifts a little closer, I get my answer. There’s a certified chub against my hip, and it’s growing less chubby and more hard by the second.
Is this what he wanted to know when he did this? Is he pleased with the result or mortified? Why the fuck am I so in my head right now? Maybe because this is Hunter, the one person I have trained my body to ignore. But now he’s kissing me, and all of the feelings I’ve sedated for so long are finally starting to resurrect.
The kiss only lasts less than a minute but time didn’t seem to exist in that kiss. It felt like forever and no time at all, and as he pulls away, I already know I’m royally fucked.
He releases his hold on my head and my hands fall away from his back as we’re bathed in silence again. I’m a little scared for what he’s about to say, and I honestly would be just fine if he followed this up with a simple, “Thanks. Good night.”
But he doesn’t. Instead, he stares at me. Then he licks his fucking lips. This asshole.
“So…” I say first with a crack in my voice. “Is that what you expected?”
“No,” he replies solidly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re not some sexuality lab rat for me to experiment on.”
Um…yes, I am. Yes, the fuck, I am.
I don’t say that because that would be lame, but I do quickly shake my head. “Don’t apologize. It’s fine. You’re fine, Hunter. It’s…um…I—"
“Yeah,” he replies with a laugh. “That’s how I feel too.”
We both let out an awkward chuckle, but it doesn’t do much to quell the tension. So I try for something reassuring. “It’s been a crazy week. I wouldn’t blame you for being a little confused. Don’t sweat it, man. It’s me. You never have to worry with me.”
With a huff, he smiles. “Weren’t you the one who was worried?”
Oh shit, I was. “Well…I’m not anymore.”
“Good,” he replies, and those dark eyes stay focused on my face. It might sound cheesy as fuck, but his eyes feel like home to me. Those dark abyss-like irises have been the only constant in my life, so when Hunter says everything’s fine, then I know everything’s fine.
Even if it does feel as if my entire world has been tilted off its axis.
“I should get some sleep,” I say, taking a step from the kitchen. Separation feels like the only solid choice right now. Also, I’d like to do something with this brick shaft in my shorts before it goes away. And I know exactly what I’m going to think about when I do.
“Night, Drake,” he mutters, watching me walk away.
“Night, Hunter,” I reply.
Then, I carry the sound of his voice all the way to my bed, where I drift off some time later, constantly licking his taste off my lips as I do.
Rule #21: It’s never just a kiss.
Hunter
I kissed Drake.
I kissed a man…my best friend—Drake.
I’m still lying in bed, replaying the events of last night, all the events. Like the moment I realized I didn’t want this temporary arrangement to be all that temporary. Because I want Drake to be with Isabel more. I want to share her.
Across the hall, Isabel is in the shower, and Drake escaped early this morning to the gym chain he has a membership to. Which leaves me here, alone, with my thoughts.
I really didn’t mean to use my best friend as an experiment, but there’s no one else I’d be willing to use to see if I have a taste for men. What’s strange is that I haven’t been attracted to another man in all my life. I can appreciate an attractive body and pretty face, but seeing a man naked has never interested me. The thought of fucking one has never whet my appetite before either.