Page 156 of Tech Bros

“I—” he begins to protest. I lick a stripe up his hole. “Fuck,” he groans, giving in like I knew he would. We share a wavelength, him and me. I spit on him before pressing my lips against his rim. His thighs part, quivering, and I glimpse his fingers beneath his sac, gathering up his balls, touching himself.

With the flat of my tongue, I lick his hole again and again, pressing open mouthed kisses to him as I squeeze his ass hard in my hands. The taste of him makes me fucking feral—darkly masculine and clean. He’s obviously prepped, and I don’t know why that makes my dick throb even harder, but it does. I’m having trouble not soaking him with drool.

When he opens for me, I’m ready. My tongue slides in, and I bury my face between his cheeks. I eat him the fuck out until he’s panting, and I can’t breathe. Pulling away, I slap his ass as I’m wiping my chin.

“Get on the bed,” I say.

He pushes his pants off and offers a hand to me. I take it. Once I’m standing, I walk him there myself.

He lies on his side and watches while I undress. I can’t take my eyes off him either as he leisurely strokes himself, looking like a goddamn dream. His thick length is rigid in his fist, and his eyes are hooded. He’s not looking at my face.

“I shouldn’t have left like that,” he says. “I lost control.”

I pick up the lube from his nightstand and flip the cap. “You shouldn’t have. But I’ll straighten you out.”

“Mmm…” he moans. “Evan should be here.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

He makes a pained noise, nods, and sits up. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay if it’s gonna cause more problems.”

“My balls are a little blue,” I say as I grab my underwear from the floor where I dropped them in my haste to forget everythingfor a few minutes. “Give me just a sec. If you want to be alone, I can–”

He pulls up the sheet to cover half his naked body. “That didn’t mean I wanted you to go. I honestly never want you to go.”

I reach out and push some of his sweaty hair away from his face. He’s so beautiful. Head to toe. Outside and in. “You’re way too easy to fall for.”

“So are you.”

I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Maybe we’re just that right for each other.”

He nods. “I think so.”

“It’s really good hearing you say shit like that,” I tell him. I can’t imagine anything worse than being made to choose between him and Evan, but that first weekend before Evan knew Deacon and I had met, I did see myself choosing this. I remember thinking Deacon could be the right guy for me. Finally.

There’s a sense of security in his arms I’ve never felt before. He makes me want to fight for him as hard as he’s fighting to keep me. This whole sexy caretaking thing he’s got going on? Absolutely a new kink. I always thought that was my job, but it’s nice to be the one on the receiving end now and then. I lower myself onto the bed to hug him tight. I’m worried as fuck about Evan, but I want to give this moment to Deacon because he’s given so much to me.

“Who hired you anyway?” I ask.

“Jeff.”

“Jeff? I might have to give him a raise.”

That finally teases a smile out of him on this rough night.

I kiss it as soon as I see it. “If I can get him in here, can we all talk?”

Deacon nods.

“Because I have some things I need to say to both of you.”

“Just be patient with me,” Deacon says.

“Always.” I stand and pull on my pants and shirt. “Wish me luck.”

“Maybe I should come with you.”

I touch his face. “I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”