My head fell back on the couch, and I shuddered. My teeth sank into my lip, as I fought to keep the moan of torture inside.
I slapped a hand over my eyes, trying to give myself a little privacy to pull my shit together. God, I was fucking embarrassed. I was a grown-ass man acting like a fucking kid who didn’t know how to contain his hormones.
“Trent?” Drew stilled in my lap.
Beneath my hands, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I… uh.” His voice was awkward. “Sorry, I kinda got carried away.” He started to slide off me.
I made a sound and grabbed his hips, holding him where he was.
“No.” The word came out as a guttural sound. “Don’t move.” Without thought, I thrust my hips up toward him as another shudder rolled through me.
Drew’s eyes widened.
Then the fucker started laughing. “You gonna blow, T?”
“I will punch you right in the face,” I growled.
He grinned, and dear God, his dimple came out to play. “So other people can’t deck me, but you can?”
Was he teasing me? Was the man I loved really sitting in my lap, torturing my dick, and teasing me?
Goddamn. I was a lucky bastard tonight.
“There’s no way in hell I’d have let Max touch you tonight.”
“Don’t say his name,” he intoned.
“You’re possessive,” I observed, feeling my lips tilt up.
“You’re protective,” he replied, giving me the same look.
I took care of what was mine. Period.
Drew might not actually be mine, but my heart didn’t operate on technicalities.
Drew’s hand dropped onto my abs, and I sucked in a breath.
“I need to get up,” I said, palming the sides of his waist, prepared to lift him off.
Amusement sparkled in his eyes.
“Shut up,” I grumbled.
“You been hard all night?” he asked, glancing at the blanket still over my lap.
I was so fucking hard even the blanket wasn’t doing a good job at hiding it. “Pretty much,” I admitted.
His face became a little unsure, and I felt bad. Kissing and emotion was hard enough to deal with, but having my dick literally popping up between us only made things more awkward.
“Up,” I said and started to push him off. “I need the bathroom.”
Drew pressed his weight down. I bit back another groan. “Dude.” I warned.
“You gonna take care of that in the bathroom?” His voice was curious.
“It’s better than being on the verge of shooting in my pants.”
“Can I?”
I froze. “Can you what?” I asked low.
“Can I jerk you off?”
Below the blanket, my cock twitched. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more than I wanted to feel Drew wrap his hand around my throbbing dick.
I studied his face, trying to see past my own hazy desire. Did he really want this, or did he just feel like this was what I wanted? Even though the thought that he would offer this because he knew it was something I wanted made me love him more, I wasn’t that selfish.
I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t sure.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I finally said.
His face darkened. “Why?”
Because if I like it and you don’t, my heart will be shattered.
“Maybe later,” I mumbled and started to get up again.
Drew ripped the blanket off my lap and grabbed my cock through my clothes.
The hissing sound I released filled the entire room.
“You wanted to try a kiss.” He gave it a squeeze. “I want to try this.”
“Drew.” The defeat in my voice was embarrassing.
Victory filled his eyes. His free hand pressed against my shoulder, forcing me back into the cushions of the couch. “I’ve never,” he whispered as he reached for the buttons on my jeans.
I placed my hand over his. “Me either.”
Desire, hot and fierce, filled his eyes. It was a heady look on him. I’d seen Drew in a lot of different ways, but he’d never looked at me like this. Like he wanted me.
I surrendered to his hands, letting both of mine fall limp at my sides. It took him a minute to get my jeans undone because my hard-on made it that much more difficult. When they were finally open, Drew slid back so he was sitting just above my knees. His big hands grasped the waistband of the pants and pulled at the same time I lifted my hips so they could slide down.
My boxer briefs were red, the waistband black, and they looked sorely too tight against the bulging length of my cock.
Drew swallowed thickly, his eyes going right to the front of the boxers. Using one hand, he grabbed the waistband and jerked them down.
My cock sprang free instantly.
“That actually looks painful, frat boy,” he drawled, staring at my throbbing head. “How long’s it been since you had some?”
“Too long,” I ground out. Just him staring at it made me want to come.
“I’m guessing I’m not going to get too long, then.” He glanced up quickly and smiled.
I was beyond words. I couldn’t say a thing.
“Next time,” he whispered, like he was making a promise to himself.
Drew’s hand was large, so when he reached out and took me in his palm, he covered more of my dick than anyone had ever been able to before.