Beck contemplates that with a look on his face I can’t decipher. Then, slowly, he forces a smile he clearly doesn’t feel. “Some days, I do dumb shit to shake my life up a bit. Whenever things start to feel boring, I … it’s like I can’t control the urge to find something that makes me feel alive again.”
“Like starting a food fight?” I deadpan.
A real laugh jumps from him. “Hey, that was freshman year. I was a dumb kid then.”
“Someone got hot sauce in my eye. It burned for like two days straight.”
“Aw, you big baby. Need me to kiss it better?”
I’m about to tell him to fuck off when his lips press against my eyelid. And against all my better judgment, against years of hating the guy, something softens inside me. “And … I guess that’s what this is, right? Something to make you feel alive again.”
I’m not sure why he’s so surprised I’ve called him on it, when that’s what most of our relationship has been, right up until that kiss.
I cut him off before he can throw some bullshit reasoning at me. “Glad I could help out.”
His hand runs down my chest, my abs, and comes to a rest over my cock. “Haven’t heard any complaints from you so far.”
I push my hips forward as my dick decides it’s done resting. It starts to lengthen in his hand as Beck slowly strokes along the shaft. “Gonna get some more practice in?”
“New toys to play with.” His smile is wicked as he makes a show of sucking on his finger. “Better set a timer.”
16
Beck
It’s not the first time I’ve woken up next to someone with our limbs tangled, our sweaty, naked skin pressed against each other and my morning wood digging into my bed companion.
It is the first time I’ve felt that same hardness against me.
I’m confused for 3.5 seconds before I squint open my eyes and see Jacobs.
His face is right there, all high cheekbones and hair falling over his forehead, and it might be the only time I’ve ever seen him without scowl lines.
He looks peaceful and … happy when he’s sleeping.
As if sensing my analytical stare, one of his eyes cracks open, and then all at once, his face falls into the angry sour look I’m used to seeing.
“You’re still here.”
“What gave it away?”
“Does your snark ever turn off?”
“Hang on, let me check.” I pretend to think about it. “No.”
He smiles, but when my hand moves down the middle of his back, he stiffens. And not the fun part of him.
Guess I’ve outstayed my welcome.
That shouldn’t get to me, but it does.
Just like last night when he assumed I was being sarcastic when he said he was going into health and wants to be a physiotherapist. Truth is that does sound fun, and the opportunities it would open for him could be countless. He could be a team trainer or a sports therapist.
I wasn’t hating on it. I’m jealous.
I should get up to leave, but I don’t. Instead, I lean in and capture his mouth with my own.
Soft lips move against mine, and unlike the fast and needy kisses we shared last night, this is different. Lazier. Gentle.
I let my mind trick me into thinking it’s because we made each other come so much last night I’m too exhausted to put more effort into it.
It has nothing to do with wanting to make him more comfortable around me so we can repeat this over and over again.
It’s not about him seeing right through me by saying hooking up with him makes me feel alive.
Nope.
Not at all.
Besides, what we’re doing is exhilarating, and I’d be lying if I said the secrecy of it doesn’t add to the adrenaline, but bottom line is, sex with Jacobs is fun.
It’s not about feeling alive or doing it because my father will hate it. It has nothing to do with that and everything to do with my dick being happy.
I want to go another round with him, but our last one was only a few hours ago, and after maxing out on orgasms, my cock is spent.
Never thought that would be a possibility.
Jacobs’s hand weaves into my hair, and he pulls me closer.
Ooh yeah, I’m not the only one not wanting this to end.
On that note, I pull back. “Sorry I crashed out. Didn’t mean for it to be a thing.”
“It’s not a thing. It’s … fine.”
I snort. “One day you’re going to admit you like my company without wincing or pausing.”
“Maybe.” He smiles. “One day.”
“You wait. A few more times of making that sound come out of you when you orgasm and you won’t want to leave my side.” I roll on top of him and give him a chaste kiss before jumping out of bed.
“Oh, so delusion is a side effect of having so much snark.”