Chapter 38

Anthony

Joey didn’t answer the door when I tapped on it fifteen minutes ago. Now, I find myself restless, filled with nervous energy and so many words and feelings bouncing around in my head, the only thing I can think to do is walk in circles around my stupid room.

I’m so focused on my own problems, the banging on my suite door almost doesn’t register. And fuck if I don’t feel like I’m still in a dream when I pull open the door and Joey is standing there, fresh-faced and wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweats.

“I just wanted t—”

Pulling him inside and against my chest before he can even finish his sentence, I lick at his lips until I’m able to slip past them to the heat of his waiting mouth. Groaning at finally tasting him after what feels like hundreds of years, I shift, letting him feel the ridge of my thickening cock.

“Why are you already hard?” he asks removing his mouth from mine and pushing at my chest. “Do you have someone in here with you?”

Fear, pain, and something I can’t name fills his eyes as they plead with mine. He doesn’t look away or glance around the room. He’s looking to me for the truth.

“You,” I answer truthfully.

“That fast?” The look on his face is one of disbelief. “Seconds? That’s all it takes?”

“I went down to your room like fifteen minutes ago. I was rock solid before my knuckles even hit your door.”

“You came to my room?” He relaxes a little, letting me hold some of his weight in my arms.

“Andi was really upset. I wanted to check on her.”

“You were hard at the thought of Andi being upset?” He presses against my chest again, but I don’t budge. His irritation only makes me harder.

“I was hard at the thought of seeing you,” I insist. “I’m always hard thinking about you. It’s worse now than when I was thirteen, and my blue jeans rubbed against me the wrong way on the school bus.”

“Always?” A smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “Tell me about always.”

“That’s just it. I’m always hard when thinking about you.”

“There’s not one situation where you wouldn’t be hard?”

My brow furrows. He’s been wanting to jump me since we got on the ship, and here I am jabbing my dick against his in offering, and it’s now that he wants a conversation.

“I don’t think I would get off on you being hurt or anything so maybe not always. I mean I did have a dream that you drank too much and got sick. Dream me is an asshole and as soon as you stopped puking and assured me you were okay, well…”

Trailing off, I know I’ve taken it too far, but I look down and see that cute little twitch in his nose.

“Well, what?” he urges.

“Really?” He nods forcing me to say the words. “You’d jumped out of my bed, so of course you were naked and crouched over the toilet, you were already in the right position. So…”

He pulls away slightly so he can throw his head back to laugh. The column of his neck is too enticing to ignore, but he lifts his head before my eager mouth can make contact with the delicate skin. “You fucked me while I was hunched over the commode?”

“Like I said,” I shrug. “Dream me is an asshole.”

“Would you really take advantage of me while I was sick?”

Tilting my head, I stare at him for a minute. “It was a dream, but in the dream, you agreed to it.”

“I’d never,” he begins and tries to take a step back.

“It was a dream,” I reiterate.

“So you wouldn’t?”

“No?”

“Why are you asking me?” He grins. “Either you would or you wouldn’t.”

“I think it’s a decision that has to be made in the moment. Would you ever be sick one minute and horny for my dick the next?”

“Probably not,” he answers.

Frustrated by the direction this surprise visit has taken, I cross the room and fall onto the couch.

Slowly, as if approaching a terrified animal, Joey walks across the room, palms held up in a show of surrender, as if not to spook me.

“Arguing is not what I’d anticipated when I came up here.”

My cock, never one to be completely with the program, perks up at his words. The innuendo is clear. I was a hundred percent clear of his intentions the second my eyes met his on the threshold.

The tremble in my hands disappears the second I reach up and grab him by the hips. Fearful of what our future can hold or not, there are no doubts clouding my head when we’re together that this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.

“What did you have in mind?” I finally ask as he sinks lower, settling his ass on my thighs.

“A little of this.” His nose nuzzles my cheek before his teeth sink into my earlobe. “A lot of that.”

A groan escapes my lips when he presses harder, and I can feel the hardness of his cock only a few layers of fabric from where I want to be right now.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” My lips, desperate for contact, finally meet the skin of his neck, and I suck at the delicate flesh until he’s whimpering and writhing in my arms.

“I’m not the one who has been running from sex,” he reminds me as he pulls away only long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. His perfect chest mere inches from my watering mouth when he cups both of my cheeks and forces my eyes up to meet his. “Are you still running?”

“No,” I pant, licking my lips and preparing them for the treat that’s nearly guaranteed to make me come in my jeans. “But I still want to tell Jon.”

He stiffens, attempting to once again pull away.

“But not until we get back to Texas.” He frowns, apparently not okay with the compromise. “Not until you think it’s time.”

A grin spreads his face at the amendment. “Now you may taste.”

Back arching, he thrusts his pectoral against my eager mouth. Restraint, although something difficult to control with him half-naked and wiggling on my rock-hard cock, is still in my wheelhouse currently, and knowing I won’t have it long, I use it to my advantage.

Avoiding the furled nipple, I nip, suck, and bite at the flesh surrounding it. I mark him, over and over, with the proof of my passion. I know my restraint has finally dried up when I imagine shoving our clothes out of the way and slipping inside of him skin on skin.

“I need you to suck me off.”

His husky laughter is the last thing I expect near my ear. “Do you now?”

“It won’t take long,” I promise him.

“Because I’m so good at it?”

“Fuck, baby.” I hiss when he rolls his hips in a perfect fucking circle, grinding against my cock. “You give fabulous head, but I’m about to jizz in my jeans anyway.”

“What’s your recovery time going to be?” He begins to move to his knees between my spread legs, but skepticism marks his tone.

“Seconds? Maybe less?”

Fumbling with my own damn zipper, he swats my hands away so we can actually get somewhere tonight.

“So you’re saying you won’t even soften?”

“Mmm,” I moan when he releases my aching cock from its denim confines. “Did I at Dave’s house?”

“The bathroom,” he says as his hot tongue snakes out teasing that tiny little spot on the underside of my cock. “That was a lot of fun, but you didn’t fuck me in there. How would I know if you softened or not?”

“Why are you talking?” I spit out, the blood vessels in my head threatening to burst in anticipation and because of the energy I’m using to keep from gripping his hair and thrusting my cock straight down his throat.

“Will this make you come?” he asks as he repeatedly licks that perfect little spot.

“Yes.” My eyes clench closed, and I hold back because fuck if I’m not an asshole that wants to come in his mouth and not on his face.

“But you don’t want to?”

Unable to speak, I manage to shake my head violently.

“Because you want me to swallow all of you?”

God dammit. Him repeating the words I spoke to him while he was on his knees for me the last time is nearly my undoing.

“Yes,” I pant, seconds away from giving in.

“Like this?” The heat of his mouth engulfs me, and as promised he’s not even on the second downward stroke when I begin spurting hotly into his mouth.

Licking and slurping he doesn’t pull off until I’m completely spent, and he’s swallowed every drop that has been coaxed from my cock.

A miracle. This man is an absolute gift from God, an answer to prayers I don’t even recall making. He’s everything.

“Jesus,” I huff and pull away when he starts teasing the underside of my dick again. The sensation is too much too soon.

His teasing giggle is music to my damn ears.

“I need to fuck you,” I grunt as I stand and begin to pull my jeans and socks off. “Get naked and get on the bed.”

“So commanding when you’re hard,” he taunts, but stands and sheds his clothes as he crosses the room. “Such a gentleman when out in public.”

“If you think for a second that I don’t want to grab a fistful of your hair and fuck your mouth in public, you’re crazy. But, getting arrested wouldn’t be very beneficial to my dick would it?”

“You could still get a blowjob in jail,” he clarifies.

I give his ass a hard slap when he begins to crawl on hands and knees to the center of the bed.

His grin is wicked as he turns over and falls to his back.

“Back on your hands and knees,” I order, expecting and getting the frown I’d anticipated. “Promise, baby. You won’t have any complaints.”

I want, no I need my hands all over his body, and that’s nearly impossible if I’m using my arms to hold my weight to keep from crushing him.

I step away for a split second to grab a couple of condoms and the lube from my travel bag, tossing the extras on the nightstand and getting one rolled down my dick.

He doesn’t question why I even have them as he bites his lip, watching me over his shoulder, even though I’ve told him we weren’t going to get intimate on this ship without his brother knowing about us. He’s known, just like I have the entire time, that staying away from him is an impossibility.

“I wanted to be closer to you than this,” he pouts when I begin to position myself behind him. He moans when I run my slick fingers down the crease of his ass, pushing back on my fingers as if he needs more than I’m giving. “I wanted to kiss you. Suck on your neck.”

“This first.” I insist as I dip two fingers inside of him.

He’s liquid, barely able to stay on his knees when I press deeper, and a third finger comes into play. The sounds he’s making are music to ears, even if my cock is protesting for being left out of the game.

“I’m ready,” he says on a groan, rocking back into my hand like I hope he does my dick in a minute.

“You sure?” I tease, fingers curling to stroke over that spot inside I know will drive him nuts.

“Now,” he hisses. “Give me your cock or you’re going to get mine.”

Without preamble, I line myself up and slide the first couple of inches inside of him. Fuck, he’s hot, slick, and so fucking snug. His ass, reacting to my invasion, clenches down on my cock, greeting me with the most amazing welcome I could be given.

We groan at the same time, and I immediately understand his disappointment in being so far away. My mouth is empty, and that’s never a good thing.

With an arm banded around his stomach, I pull him up. The sharp arc of his back, the seductive moan escaping his lips when my mouth meets that sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder is the greatest combination of things in the world.

My hand finds and pinches his nipple as my hips begin the slowest, almost torturous rocking motion I can manage. I tease him, brushing my hand until it’s mere inches from his own throbbing cock. He whimpers and angles his head over his shoulder, so he can meet my mouth.

“That’s it,” I praise against his lips when his hips begin to push back, meeting mine each and every time I move back inside of him.

“I’m going to come,” he warns after only a couple more minutes of lovemaking.

“I know,” I reply cockily, but in my head, I’m grateful for it because it doesn’t matter that I was shooting into his mouth fifteen minutes ago, the grip of his ass has had me on the edge since I sank into him.

I’m biting his neck, sucking at the delicate skin when my hand finally gives in and strokes the full length of his dick. He groans as his dick jerks in my hand.

“Fuck,” I whisper, stilling inside of him when all I want to do is fuck him through it.

Releasing his cock, I hold on to him with both hands. With his back still arched like he does yoga regularly, he’s merely along for the ride when his orgasm ebbs. Pounding him like it’s the last time I’ll ever be inside of his clenching body, his head lolls to the side as my own orgasm reaches its peak, shooting jet after jet of cum into the waiting condom.

He groans again, only softer this time when I pull out of him and turn so I can hold him in my arms. With renewed fervor, his mouth meets mine in the slowest, most sensual kiss.

“You were right,” he whispers into the room like he’s sharing a secret. “No complaints.”

I jostle him with my laughing as his head settles on my chest.

“You have ten minutes to recover,” I warn. “I’ve only just begun.”