Page 7 of Loving Ohio (State of Us)
Chapter Seven
Cristian
“ I think 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.”
That comment has me tilting my head. “Why?”
A moment passes before she turns her back to me, grabbing her camera from the counter. “Because he's incapable of feeling anything. Who better to test your queeriosity on?”
She's gone before I can respond, the RV door slamming shut behind her. I stare into the space she just occupied, processing those words.
Queeriosity.
Incapable of feeling.
Well, I don't know about that last part because he sure as fuck seemed capable yesterday when he had me exploding just from speaking.
Jesus Christ, no one has ever done that before.
And the shit he said? It was downright fucked up, and yet I was a slut for it.
The last few days have been the best orgasms of my life.
So why the fuck not? Why not see where this leads while we're stuck on the tour? Arya likes him, and he seems to like her, too. We could have fun together. And as for whatever happened last night between him and me, well…
I can't say I'm opposed to it happening again. I'm already getting hard remembering those filthy fucking words he whispered in my ear.
Adjusting myself, I grab my moto jacket before venturing out to find him, excitement and anticipation setting my blood ablaze.
There's no telling what will happen from now on, and the thrill of it, the adrenaline, pumps me the fuck up.
Now, I just need to see how far Devon is willing to go.