Page 69 of Shattered Dreams

I glance around the spacious room, taking in the sight of it all. The plush couches, the outdoor hot tub enclosed on its own deck, surrounded by glass windows. The large electric fireplace is running, the room nice and warm. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and two glasses on the kitchen island, next to a tray of fruit, crackers, and cheese.

“You hate it,” Dre says nervously as I turn around to look at him standing in the living room with our suitcases, a look of worry etched on his face.

“No,” I say, taking a few steps forward until I’m in front of him. “No, it’s perfect.” I reach out to grasp his jaw. His bright eyes find mine, full of something I can’t quite place. “Just like you,” I whisper as I close the distance between us.

I mean for it to be quick; a soft peck, because we should unpack before we get ready for this dinner—the one I planned. Tomorrow, he will meet with the Director of Athletics from New Haven University—the reason for this trip in the first place—to discuss something about their athletics program. He doesn’t seem all that concerned, says it’s just a consult, but I can’t help but worry.

Can’t help but feel like it’s more than that, but if it was, I’m pretty sure Dre would tell me.

Right?

So I push the worry aside as I kiss him, and then I feel his hands on my face, holding me still. He slips his tongue into my mouth, groaning deeply, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

I meet his tongue with equal ferocity, and soon enough, our kiss is anything but quick or soft.

Dre’s hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants, and my hands move of their own accord as I tug at the hem of his sweater. He stops his onslaught long enough to let me remove his shirt, and within seconds he’s shoving my pants and my briefs down as I do the same. It’s hard to believe at one point this felt weird; him touching me like this, my cock responding to his touch, the warm feeling of his hard body against mine. Because I swear this feels so natural, I don’t know how I ever questioned it or thought I could live without it.

You can’t fake attraction like this. Your body either responds to something or it doesn’t. End of story. I like sex. I definitely liked having sex with women. I’ve never even thought about sex with a guy. But I can’t deny the thought of fucking Dre makes me hard as hell, and it’s just as simple as that.

The sound of belt buckles jingle like reindeer bells, our pants falling to the floor with resounding truth. I swear every time we do this, it’s hotter than the last time. Like he’s just as desperate for my touch, my mouth, my body as I am for his. But it’s more than that, too, I think.

Or maybe that’s just my heart getting away from me.

A moment turns into a blur of hands and lips, and stumbling as we fight for dominance against one another like a fight to the death. I shove him back against the counter and take his cock in my hand, the familiar feel of velveteen-wrapped steel making my own cock jerk with anticipation as a bloom of precum forms when I run my thumb over his slit, feeling the kiss of his arousal against my fingertips.

Dre’s hands rest on my chest, but he doesn’t push me away. For a moment, we stand there, naked in the kitchen of this amazing suite, our cocks brushing against one another, and he looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

The words fall out of my mouth without warning.

“You want me to suck your dick?”

Dre nods, his face flush with heat, his lips swollen from our heated kiss; pupils dilated with interest and something that makes my chest tighten.

“Yes,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly.

I don’t hesitate, because if I do, I’ll never do it, and I’ve been planning to do this since Dre told me about this trip. There hasn’t been a chance for me to return the favor since he did it to me.

I drop to my knees, holding his gaze as I reach out for his cock once more. Dre looks down at me, his lips parted as he gently slips his fingers through my hair in the softest gesture. He doesn’t force me; instead, he gently guides my head forward, and I grasp his cock a little tighter, stroking him a bit before I let out a slow breath and then I do it.

I rip the Band-Aid off and take his cock into my mouth in one swift motion, and the groan that leaves his mouth makes my cock throb.

“Oh, fuck,” he curses.

I’m not sure what I thought this was going to be like, but I expected it to be… unpleasant.

Suffocating, even.

But… it’s not.

So I move a little further down, taking more of his cock, and he groans some more, and I feel his body tremble. I stop for a moment, looking up at him.

“You okay?” I ask, noting the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“I’m going to come,” he says, his voice thick with desire, but also… nerves. “If you keep that up.”

The stupidest grin splits my face and pride swells in my chest.

“Really?” I smirk.