Page 113 of Tech Bros

“Good,” he says. “Every time you touch me, it feels—like I feel it everywhere.”

I reach out and touch his chest. His eyes close. He covers his hand with mine and pulls it over his bare pectoral muscle. His nipple hardens against my palm. “Like that,” he whispers. “Do you feel it?”

I have no way of knowing what he’s physically feeling, but I’m a goner for him, so the churn of emotions in my chest is stealing my breath. I want to ask if I have a chance with him, or if I’m too late because he’s already too far gone for Isaac. After watching the way they kissed each other, I wouldn’t be surprised if his heart was already set on him. That looked way more than casual. “I feel a lot for you,” I tell him, just in case there’s still a chance.

His eyes open, his dark blue meeting my light blue. I move closer, and he meets me halfway. Our lips touch. My hand slides up to his shoulder, and I open my mouth. His tongue licks the tip of mine lightly before our mouths seal together. The kiss deepens exponentially. That tongue that so expertly licked my cock the other day now glides smoothly past and over mine. His breaths suck me farther into the kiss until his hand is on my lower back, pressing our hips together.

His hard cock on my abs surprises me, and it sends me right back into slut mode. I wrap my leg around him as he clutches my ass cheek and ruts against my stomach. The kiss moves as we gasp. I find my mouth on his neck, sucking at his jawline as his hot breaths blow past my ear. Between our bodies, he gathers my semi into his hand alongside his erection and works them together.

I’m gonna burn alive, it’s so hot. “Do you want me?” I ask.

“Yes,” he breathes.

“Really?” God, I’m pathetic. It seems too good to be true.

“Yes, Evan, I fucking want you.” He jerks us faster. I thrust into his hand, my ass clenching with the effort.

Our mouths connect again, and I groan, the feel of his penetrating tongue almost as good as it felt in my ass.

If I thought I didn’t have it in me to come again, I was wrong. As soon as Deacon gives a jolt, and his grip on me grows slippery with his load, I lose it, spurting suddenly between us and crying out into his mouth.

His strokes slow, but the kiss keeps going, frenzied and dizzying for a moment until it slows into something that feels close to romantic.

“Damn,” I whisper when we finally part.

I feel his smile against my sweaty cheek. “You liked that?”

“Mmhm.”

“Do you wanna give this a chance?”

“I told Isaac I’d try.”

“Because I really want to give it a chance,” he says.

“I don’t know if I’m cut out for it,” I say honestly. “But Iwilltry.” I want them both too much not to.

25

DEACON

Ican tell my roommate is trying. What he’s trying, I still haven’t figured out, but after we eat, my need is running white hot, and I want things, deeply. Evan’s ass, which is currently settled between Isaac and me on the outside couch is only one of those things. My hand rubs his leg, but it wants his skin. It’s going to be very difficult not to force my will onto this situation. Again.

Evan looks me in the eyes, and I have a momentary fear that he read my thoughts just now.

“You all right?” he asks.

I nod. I’m fine, I’m just—still horny. Dinner was good, but now that it’s over, I was hoping we’d go back to the bedroom, but instead, we’re on the terrace again, not really talking. Evan and Isaac are playing with each other’s hands, and I’m more or less feeling up Evan’s thigh, but we’re mostly just looking at each other, sharing smiles, the occasional wink and every now and then someone will let out a light laugh. It’s not themostawkward I’ve ever felt, but it’s up there. My desire to make a big move is building.

“Do you need more wine?” Isaac asks Evan.

“Sure,” he says.

“Deacon? Water?”

“No, I’m okay.”

Isaac takes Evan’s glass and stands.