Then he’s moving faster. All I can see are bright spots of light as he pounds into me, the combination of pain and ecstasy driving me further than I’ve ever gone before.
“Don’t fucking stop,” I moan.
Korren gives one last powerful thrust, and then he shudders against me, hips grinding into mine as he chases the final burst of his orgasm.
His groan of pleasure is almost enough to get me there as well.
I’m about to finish myself off when he reaches around my waist, still buried deep in my ass, and wraps a hand around my cock. It pulses against the pressure of his palm, and as much as I want to savor this, I’m so fucking close that it only takes a few strokes before I’m shooting my load onto the bed.
“Fuck, Dex,” Korren says with a tremulous laugh. “You’re easy.”
“Only for you, baby,” I say weakly, wondering how long I can draw this moment out before we go back to being two straight guys who have taken this game way too far.
Korren finally pulls out, leaving me raw and aching for something I can’t put a finger on.
He disappears in the bathroom for a while after that, and when he returns, he pads toward me wearing only a pair of boxers.
“This means my dare is still valid, doesn’t it?” I ask, praying I’m not pushing him too far.
Korren gives me a guarded smile before climbing into bed with me. He’s all the way to one side, but I’m not letting him get away that easy, so I roll over to spoon him. At first he stiffens,but then he relaxes against me, allowing our bodies to mold together. I drape an arm over his lean torso and tuck it beneath him, and to my surprise, Korren intertwines his fingers with mine.
He doesn’t have any nightmares that night.
Chapter 25
Korren
When I wake up with Dex’s arms around me the next morning, it’s nice. Nicer than I’d expected. I’m not a cuddler, never have been, and I only stayed the night with one hookup once because I was drunk and fell asleep by accident. Even my girlfriend of nearly a year never stayed the night because I was living in a shared house where privacy was nonexistent.
As soon as I’m fully conscious, I decide I need to get up right away and create distance between myself and what happened last night.
Problem is, the bed is really warm and soft, especially compared to the mattress I’ve been sleeping on.
Also, I can’t bring myself to leave Dex’s embrace.
Maybe I do like cuddling.
A combination of the warm bed and the aftermath of the best sex I’ve had in fucking eons has put my head in a fuzzy, muted sort of place that might be happiness. I’m not going to examine it too closely, though, because everything about this is pretend and the whole house of cards will collapse at the slightest breath of air.
It’s Dex. I know it’s him. I’m not gay for him or anything, but I can see that his presence in my life has given me something to focus on besides my own issues. He’s cheerful enough not to get dragged down by my gloom, and even though he’s uncovered a few of my secrets, I don’t feel like he’s always judging me or thinking less of me because of it.
Part of me is worried that I should be listening to the warning signs and getting myself out of this situation before I startdepending on Dex for my sanity, but it’s a small enough part that I can ignore it.
This, right here, is too nice to let go of.
Maybe for a while I’ll just stop thinking about anything at all and let myself enjoy what I have.
Far too soon, Dex’s alarm is reminding us that we still have trainings to attend until the weekend.
“Fucking hell,” Dex mumbles as he smashes his fingers into his phone until the noise stops. “You smell nice, d’you know that?”
I choose not to respond to this, instead sliding from bed and pulling on clothes as fast as I can, before the sight of Dex shirtless gets me thinking too much about last night.
All I know for sure is that we were definitely not drunk enough for what happened.
When I let myself out of the bedroom, the kitten is immediately mewing and throwing herself all over me. We kept her inside overnight, and now she’s trying to trip me as she winds around my ankles and butts her head against my calves. I finally relent and pick her up.
“Were you lonely, my little furball?”
