“Looks like you lost,” I taunt, running my thumb over the bead of precum on the tip of his dick.
“I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty, I’m the winner right now.” He groans, thrusting his hips up. “Fuck.”
Our mouths meet again and I kiss him brutally while stroking him. Based on his breathing, I can tell he’s close to coming. The moment he loses it, I smile against his lips. He makes a choked sound and then hot cum is soaking my hand. I stroke him until he’s good and messy and wrung dry.
“That was fun,” I tease against his lips.
“Game’s not over,” he growls.
I don’t try to stop him when he undoes my own jeans. No, my compliant ass lifts up to give him the access he needs. We both stare between us as he pulls my dick out of my pants. He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes it with that taunting ability he has.
I’m worthless right now.
Reduced to fucking his fist and begging to come.
He knows it too based on the triumphant gleam in his hazel eyes.
“Who’s the loser?” he teases, his hand jerking me off oh-so-fucking-good.
“You,” I volley back.
He laughs. “I got to come first. That makes me the winner.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“For some reason, you’re into assholes,” he challenges back. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”
Our eyes meet and I shake my head.
“So help me if you stop moving that hand,” I warn, “I’ll find some other place to stick my dick in.”
He laughs, wild and wicked, and continues stroking me. “I guess it’s a tie then.”
I close my eyes as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. Then, I’m diving over the edge with a groan. My hot cum jets out, shooting all over him. I’m exhausted and overrun by lust-filled emotions. I fall against him, my heart racing in my chest.
My brain decides to catch up, reminding me this was a bad idea.
Too late now.
Ashton’s fingers run through my hair in a surprisingly tender move. Stupid me melts at the touch. I close my eyes, inhaling his clean, soapy scent. A smile tugs at my lips, knowing he’ll have to take another shower because he’s a fucking mess with both our cum all over him.
“What are we going to do now?” His loaded question is shockingly worried and unsure. I don’t think he regrets what just happened, but I also think he’s having reservations like me.
“Go to the gym,” I grunt out, giving him the simple answer.
What are we going to do now… about us? About this? I don’t have a simple answer for that.
“Can we nap instead?” he jokes, injecting his usual humor in his tone.
“No,” I tell him, lifting up so I can see his stupidly sexy face. “We’re going to the gym because apparently I’m a loser.” I smirk. “But when we get there, the only loser will be you. That’s a motherfucking fact.”
“Oh no,” he says in a dry, sardonic tone, “I’ll be forced to watch you lift weights and see all your muscles bulge. You really showed me.”
And because I can’t help myself, I press a kiss to his sarcastic mouth.
“Get dressed, loser. I’m ready to whip your ass now.”
His deviant hazel eyes flash, making my dick twitch, but I move away from him before he makes good on whatever wicked thoughts he’s thinking.
“Now, Carter,” I bark out as I step back. “Stop looking at me like that.”
He drags his eyes over my wrecked state. I can’t help but do the same to him. His shirt is soaked with our cum and his dick is hard again, bouncing against his lower abs.
“I’ll be ready in ten,” I grunt, turning away from him. “Be ready to work your ass off.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be ready.”
“Brayden! Oh my God! What are you doing here?”
As Mia stands in the doorway, wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and even tinier pajama shorts, with a huge grin splayed across her face, I know I did the right thing coming here.
“Drew, I have to go. Call me later,” she says, quickly ending the call. She shucks the phone onto her bed and pulls me inside, closing the door behind her. I drop my overnight bag on the ground as she drags me over to her bed.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” She plops onto the edge of the bed and spreads her thighs, tugging on my shirt so I’m standing between her legs. She glances up at me with her caramel-colored eyes shining with happiness.
I try to focus on her, but I’m stuck on who she was on the phone with. Drew. Since when does she talk to Drew? Did he call her? And if there’s something going on between them, why would he offer to help me charter a plane to see her?
“Brayden,” Mia says, framing my face with her delicate hands. “What’s wrong?”
“Why were you on the phone with Drew?” I ask, unable to help myself. My question comes out harsher than intended, but I’m confused as hell and kind of pissed. One minute he’s kissing me and the next he’s talking to the woman he knows I’m interested in.
Her brows dip in confusion, but before she can answer, I continue. “If you and Drew have something going on, you need to let me know.” I can handle her and Ashton kissing. I get it, shit happens. The two of them are best friends and close, and wires get crossed, but I will not be pinned against Drew.
Her face morphs from confusion to anger, and I take a slight step back.
“You asked me a question. Can I answer?” she quips.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. I called him to check on Ashton. He told me he would keep an eye on him for me. I’m worried about him and Drew lives with him.”
I look into her eyes, trying to find any hint of a lie, but all I can see is
