Page 108 of Tech Bros

“Mmhm. You look good.”

I keep my voice low since he’s as close as he is. “Thank you. So do you.”

The sexual tension between us is so thick, I can taste it. It’s always like this with him. He’s got a direct line to my dick—either that, or I’m under a spell.

“Evan,” I say softly, the conversation taking a back burner to my desire. We said enough, right?

“Yeah?”

“It’s been days…nearly a week.”

“Is it different with me?” he asks, fingers still running up and down, bumping over the row of buttons.

“Different. Special. I’ve got a special thing for you.”

“It’s so weird being in your apartment. Like in the category of things I never thought would happen…”

Unable to resist the urge to touch him any longer, I place my hands on his waist. He sucks in a breath and flutters his eyelashes up at me. He lifts his chin, parting his lips, an invitation I immediately take him up on, giving him a slow, thorough kiss.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and presses his chest to mine. I breathe him in, tasting every inch of his tongue. I hear him inhaling, too, and I love it. It makes it feel like he missed me.

“Mm…” I moan, dipping my head to break the kiss now that my dick is rock hard. “You’re good at that.”

“So are you. Incredible, actually.”

Gratified, my hands slide down to take hold of his ass cheeks and press my hard cock into his lower abs to make sure he knows what he does to me. “Baby, I miss you. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

“Want me to suck it?”

“Mm…fuck… We’re supposed to be talking.”

“We talked.”

We did, and he still wants me. I kiss him again, deeper, slower, harder. Using my grip on his ass, I grind our lower halves together. He starts using some of his hip moves on me, and after a few more seconds, we’re kissing as hungrily as we were yesterday in the park when I nearly came in my pants.

Wantingthatminus the threat of premature ejaculation, I lift him up. He wraps his legs around me so I can walk us over to the bed. I sit and put him on my lap, facing me for once. We really should iron out some details. I need to know what he’ll tolerate and what he won’t, but before I can verbalize anything,he’s kissing me again and working my lap like a fucking pro. I’m helpless.

I don’t think twice about sliding my hand down the back of his pants and digging my fingers into his muscled flesh. “Give me a chance, and I will breed the fuck out of this ass.”

“Mm…yeah…take your cock out.”

He’s serious, and I’m elated. He lifts off my lap to give me room to undo my pants and free my erection, which I quickly do.

“Oh, damn,” he whispers when he sees it. “Almost forgot how pretty.”

Before I can respond, he’s on his knees between my legs, gripping my shaft and wrapping his mouth around the leaking head.

He sucks hard on my cock, and I brace my hands on the mattress, dropping my head back at the white hot pleasure lashing through me, tensing all my limbs and forcing me to gasp for breath. He rubs my thighs while he blows me. He and Deacon are so good at this. Tonight, Evan’s mouth feels magical. He slurps and sucks and plays until I want to shove my cock down his throat, and then he swallows me to the root. All I can do is lie back and bear it.

“Evan, don’t make me come. You just got here.”

He changes nothing for a few torturous moments before he pulls off and jerks me several times. He flips his hair out of his face and looks up at me with puffy, pouty lips and hooded eyes. “But I want to.”

A shuddery exhale escapes me, and I find myself glancing at the open door.

He glances over his shoulder, too. No one’s there, but it’s almost like Deacon has just entered the bedroom and taken a seat between us.

We stare at each other a long moment as his strokes on my cock slow down. The look in his eyes is hesitant. “Don’t stop,” I say.