Page 5 of Wrong Squad, Right Mess

“A physical? And to think everyone calls me the kinky one. Maybe you’re hoping you get to play with Kenyon that way next, huh?” He slid his hand up the outside of my leg, then cupped my ass in a strong squeeze.

“You’re twisting things.” My voice cut off when he pressed a line of kisses up one side of my shaft, then down the other, avoiding the head the entire time.

I’d known that Ingram took male lovers as well as female, but this went to prove the point pretty damn well. He sure knew his way around a dick.

He pulled back enough to stare up at me, and never had he looked so much a pervert as then, with my cock a breath from his mouth. “Enough jokes. If you don’t let some steam off, you’re not going to make it to the portal, to facing Corsa, none of it. So unless you’re actually telling me you want me to stop, shut the fuck up and stop arguing with me.”

I looked down at him, a rejection on the tip of my tongue. Did I want to cross this line? So far we’d done this sort of thing under the guise of him needing it. I got to keep that distance, both of us saying it was nothing more than two people helping each other out.

And even if he was still saying that, still using it as an excuse, we both knew this changed things. Him reciprocating made it different, made it real.

Any desire to push him off fell beneath the weight of just how much I wanted this.

Which, damn, surprised even me. I never would have considered myself that sexual, yet something about the heat of his breath dancing over the head of my cock did things to me that I couldn’t explain.

He smirked, a look downright devilish in his eyes. “Good choice. Maybe cover your mouth if you don’t want to get caught. If you don’t care, though, neither do I, and feel free to moan just as loud as you want.”

I opened my mouth to tell him that would never happen, that I had far too much pride to let myself make such pathetic noises, when he took the head of my cock past his lips.

The wet heat of his mouth had my knees nearly buckling and a horribly needy moan left my mouth. I wished I could have called it a groan, something masculine and in charge, but it sure as hell wasn’t.

I slapped my hand over my mouth, glancing down to find him somehow smirking even with his mouth full. I didn’t love his cocky attitude, but there was no good reason to pick it apart at the moment.

Instead, I watched closely as he blew me, the waves of lust that rolled off him making it all the better. They drugged me, nearly as potent as the touch itself, and before I knew it I was rocking my hips forward.

He took me as deep as I wanted, but even then, I craved…something. I set my hand on the back of his head, not forcing him to take me deeper, just for some sense of control, something to hold onto in the face of the overwhelming pleasure.

He pulled off just long enough to slip his fingers into his mouth—noisy and lewd—but I didn’t get to ask him what he was doing before he had his snarky lips right back around my cock.

Besides, I didn’t need to ask because the stroke of his finger—drenched in his spit—against my asshole gave me a pretty good idea. He cocked up an eyebrow, a question there.

I could again shove him away, tell him no, but I didn’t bother to do either. I was closer to Ingram than anyone else, trusted the bastard more than anyone else.

Part of me expected him to shove his finger into me. The bastard was always impatient, always wanting to take things too far. It shocked the hell out of me when he only stroked, as though trying to relax me.

Good luck with that. There was nothing relaxing about this situation.

The muscles of my lower stomach tightened and I couldn’t stop that rocking of my hips. Each time I withdrew, it pressed his finger harder against those unyielding muscles, threatening to breach me.

I met his gaze, the closeness of that causing even more of his feelings and thoughts to rush into me.

“So fucking hot. He tastes salty, and I want to swallow it all down. Fuck, he’s tight. I want to hike his leg up and sink into him, fucking him until he doesn’t act so damn emotionless. Fuck, I want to drown in his cum.”

The thoughts had no filter, bouncing around his head and now mine. He winked, telling me he knew I heard them and didn’t give a fuck. He then seemed determined to get what he wanted, because he pressed harder with his finger until it breached my hole. It didn’t sink in deep, only about halfway, but it forced my hips forward to evade the sudden and unfamiliar feeling. I shoved my cock in and down his throat, the tightness squeezing around me in unbearable waves, but even then he didn’t withdraw his finger. Instead, he fucked me hard with it, never going that deep, but it still stimulated me in ways I couldn’t resist.

I came almost immediately, a thin sound leaving my lips that even my hand couldn’t muffle.

My knees gave out, and I slid down the shed wall until I landed in the soil. The action pushed Ingram’s finger deeper into me, but at least he’d let go of my cock.

I panted hard, my mind blissfully blank for a rare moment.

When he pulled his finger free, I arched my back, my body far too sensitive for that. “Easy,” he said, careful to move slowly, and the sudden emptiness made me miss…whatever that had been.

I blinked slowly, the world coming to around me, to see Ingram smirking at me. It lacked the hard edge from before, as though we’d somehow broken through something we’d been so careful to keep in place for years.

What did it mean?

My mind touched his, just a nervous brush, terrified of what I’d hear. Regret? Did he hate that he’d gone this far? Did he wish he could take it back? I knew better than most just now quickly want could turn to disgust in post-nut clarity.