Page 12

“I bet if I took your cock out right now and sucked, it would taste like her, wouldn't it?” I murmur between kisses, feeling his ragged breath in my ear. “Can you imagine making me choke on it after you've been inside her? Knowing how much I like it?”

By this point, he's writhing against me, whimpering in a way that's driving me fucking crazy. My hands slide down to cup his ass, helping him along while my own dick leaves a sticky mess of precum in my underwear.

Trailing my lips up to his ear, I bite down on his lobe, licking away the sting when he moans loud enough to echo off the surrounding trees. “You know what I think you'd really like, hot shot? Taking my cock down your throat after I've fucked your girl like the filthy cuck you are.”

Christian growls, grabbing my hair hard enough to hurt as he comes on a shout. The sting in my scalp sends a flood of endorphins through my blood, and the pain sends me over the edge, my own release taking control, cum splashing against my thigh.

I shudder, burying my face in his shoulder while he rides my leg like he can't get enough, like he never wants his orgasm to end.

We stay like that momentarily, holding onto each other as we come down from the high. My throat aches from breathing so hard, my mouth dry. When we finally pull apart to look at each other, Christian's eyes are as wide as saucers.

“You son of a bitch,” he whispers harshly, yanking himself away. His shoulder slams into mine when he passes, and I turn to watch him march away until I’m left with nothing but crickets chirping in the dark and the stars watching my shame.

Feeling both satisfied and guilty as hell.

Chapter Seven

Cristian

“Ithink I'm a sex addict,” I sigh.

Salem chokes on the coffee she's drinking, spitting it onto the RV floor with a glare. “No shit, Sherlock. What gave you away?”

“Shut up, this is serious. Like I legit have a problem.”

That's the only explanation for why I humped Devon last night until I came in my chonies like a teenage boy. My dick would not go down after, especially when he snuck in while everyone was asleep and collapsed onto his bunk across from me and Arya. I knew he still had cum in his fucking pants, and my brain wouldn't shut up about it.

See? Tengo un gran problema.

Salem shakes her head, red hair shining in the morning light as she mops up her spilled mess. “I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you've been this way since we were like, fourteen. It's good you're recognizing it now, though.”

Okay, fair point. I'm a horny fucker, but it's not my fault. “How do I fix it? I don't wanna come anymore.”

She blinks, looking at me bewildered for a moment before bursting into laughter.

With a scowl, I flick her forehead and cross my arms. “Don't laugh at me, cula. My dick is ruining my life.”

Salem presses her lips together to combat the smile, but her gray eyes soften slightly. “What happened? Is it falling off?”

Having it fall off would be preferable to popping a boner every time Dev is in my general vicinity. I don't even know how I'll get through the two-person flip tonight if Taylor switches us again. If Devon ends up pressed against me, I'll come instantly, I swear. How embarrassing would it be to come midair in front of hundreds of people?!

“What's really going on?” Salem sets her cup in the small sink, studying me with pinched brows. “Did something happen with Arya?”

“No.” I pause for a second. “Yes. And…Devon.”

To her credit, she doesn't react. Just waits with her sharp gaze trained on me. “Okay, and?”

Blowing out a breath, I collapse against the counter, my eyes on the ceiling. “And I liked it, and stuff. Yeah?”

A snort leaves her nostrils, but she grins when I toss her a glare. “Christian, buddy, mi amor, you know almost everyone on this trip is some form of queer, right? Huckslee is gay, Taylor is… well, Taylor. Arya and Dev are bi. I'm not going to judge you for being a little curious.”

I toss her a sidelong glance. “How about you and Logan? Any secrets to share?”

Her face scrunches as she looks away, running her fingers through her hair. “Logan and I aren't anything.”

Yeah, okay. “Besides married.”

“Stop deflecting.” She narrows her eyes at me, pointing a finger. “You asked me for advice, not the other way around. It's okay to experiment, and Devon is the perfect candidate.”