So, I glance up at Dean to see what he thinks.He shrugs and leans down, pressing his lips against mine.At first it’s really chaste.No different from the time Penny Mackenzie kissed me at my old school’s fall festival during freshman year of high school.
Still, it feels good.Makes my lips tingle.
Then the guy with the cash goes “Come on, boys, you can do better than that” so Dean slips his tongue into my mouth, stroking it against mine.He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me off the ground some.
With a yelp, I wrap my legs around his waist.More to steady myself than anything.But even though Dean is supposedly straight, I guess the friction of me rubbing against him has an effect, because we’re both getting hard.For a while I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me.
This is officially the furthest I’ve gone with a guy.
It’s pretty good, too.Dean’s body is big and solid, which I like, and with my eyes closed I can pretend he’s someone I’d be more attracted to.
Honestly, I like older guys.Daddy issues or whatever.My working theory is that every escort in our group has them.
I’m squirming around as Dean hikes my ass upward to get a better grip, my erection sliding up his and back down again a couple of times.Enough that I’m suddenly feeling an orgasm building.
Which is when Dean lets go, setting me down somewhat haphazardly on the floor.
“Sorry,” he murmurs against my ear before straightening.“Can’t risk making you come in front of everybody.Brennan would murder me.Besides, we don’t want to give the vultures an opening.”
He glances toward where the one guy was standing in front of us.Only now it’s an entire group.As in, everyone except the kitchen staff seems to be gathered around out here, watching, panting, and eyeing the two of us like a pack of hyenas ready to set into some baby zebras.
“What do you mean?”I whisper to Dean.“About giving them an opening?”
“If they see me dry humping you into an orgasm, they might think you’re on the menu.And you’re not, at least not until your auction.Plus, no offense, but you’re not a big guy.And those guys?”He nods to the crowd.“They always think the little guys are easy for them to step on.”
Oh.Yikes.
See what I mean about Dean being wise?“I hadn’t thought about it like that.”
“No worries, buddy.I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
Then the guy who was grinding his hard dick against mine less than a minute ago pats me on the head as if I’m a lost child who needed help finding his parents.
“That was even better than I thought it would be.”The man with the cash steps forward, shoving what appears to be more than the original hundred he promised into our hot pants.
Once again, he “accidentally” strokes my cock.This guy’s not even subtle about it.He’s not attractive, either; at least not to me.He’s sort of bald, with that thing where they try to comb their hair in a way that hides the baldness, but it really doesn’t.And he’s a little paunchy, which is fine.He just doesn’t look like someone who spent twenty years in the military and still does push-ups every morning.
He’s not Liam.
Okay, never mind.The point is that even though he’s not the sort of guy I’d choose to sleep with, I’m already hard, and I can’t help the way his touch gives me a shiver.
It’s probably a good thing for me to get used to.As I look around the room, I realize there’s a better than average chance that anyone who has the kind of money to win an auction for my virginity is likely to look like one of these dudes.Or even be one of them.I don’t see anyone who looks younger than fifty.
“Uh, thanks,” I say when the guy pulls away.Not that I’m thanking him for stroking my dick, but you know.
My mom would kick my ass for disrespecting my elders.She never addressed the situation of my elders groping me, but I don’t know.Habit?
Across the piano from us, Troy makes a drinking motion.It’s nice, I guess.He keeps reminding me to stay hydrated.Keeps reminding Adam to check his blood sugar.He’s awfully goofy a lot of the time but then also seems to worry about taking care of people?
“Come on.”Dean tugs on my hand.“Troy’s right.Good time for a water break.”
Maybe it’s my imagination, the way all the guys seem to be watchful of me.At first I’d taken it to mean they thought I was too soft and too weak for the business.Maybe it did.After I was in the hospital from a face full of some new street drug, they were even more protective.But Simon, who recently quit the business after getting his nursing degree, told me that the escorts in Belle Argo take care of their own.
It’s the first time I’ve ever felt like I fit in anywhere.I’ve even started thinking of them as friends.Whether they think the same of me, I’m not sure.I’m not sure whether friendship is the same thing as loyalty.
Hopefully I’ll find a place to fit in wherever I end up moving to.
Dean drags me to a closed bedroom where we’ve all stashed our stuff, pulls out a bottle of water from his gym bag, and hands it to me.Then he also hands over a granola bar.Must be a dad thing, because Dean’s always got snacks.
