I Hate Summer (24 page)

“You’re a fucking whore; you think I’d want you after you just spent the night with some other guy?”

“Didn’t ye hear what I said to Josh? I’m not sleeping with anyone, haven’t for four weeks. So if that was
really
all ye were bothered about?” I shrugged and strained up, ignoring the faint pressure at the back of my skull from the hand there. I pressed my lips against Trystan’s: they were wooden and unmoving. But I was still smiling lightly as I dropped my head into the pressure of his hand.

“I saw that Dan guy come and pick you up,” Trystan cut back.

I shrugged my shoulders against the mattress. “
And
? We sat and watched Josh all night. He was just there to keep me company.”

My body was still on fire at having Trystan pressed down over me, but I felt kind of weary now.

“Come on. I’m horny after all that cartoon porn,” I lied with a lazy grin. “It’ll be just like the blow job: I’ll do all the work, it’ll be easy, yer’ll get off, I’ll get laid. Job done.”

Trystan stared down at me. He had me pinned with his hand through my hair and his body half covering mine, and he looked angry and exasperated. I was an idiot because I loved the feeling of having him over me. I also knew that if anyone else held me like this I would be terrified—even if it had been Dan or Echo, which was ridiculous because they had never hurt me, and unlike Trystan, they knew exactly what they were doing. But I didn’t want them. I wanted the man who was staring down at me through narrowed, suspicious eyes.

I resisted the temptation to press up into the body covering mine. But there was an odd look blossoming across his face that had me worried.

“I thought you said my ‘anal-virgin ass’ couldn’t get you off?” he asked archly, and I remembered what I had said in the tent when I had turned his offer to fuck me down so flatly. I kind of wished I’d chosen my words more carefully, but at the time I really hadn’t expected to want exactly that so damn badly.

“So,” he continued in a whisper, “now I’m wondering why you didn’t ask Dan when you were out?”

“He was busy,” I lied. “And now he’s not here, but ye are, so ye’ll do.”

He was scowling down at me, and his hand was still in my hair, but it seemed looser now.

“I’ll do?” He stiffened and I was certain he was going to lift off me and leave me cold and horny. Instead, he shifted and slipped one of his legs between mine. I stifled a groan as his thigh slid up against my groin, pressing into me through the material of my jeans. I thought I was going to stop breathing as he lowered his head and I felt the unmistakable brush of lips against mine. I tried not to reach too desperately and I tried not to strain too hard against the hand in my hair and the weight against my hips, and I really hoped that I wouldn’t get hard just from a kiss.

It was a close call.

T
HE
THINGS
Trystan’s kiss did to my body were as far away from nothing as it was possible to get. My body was incandescent with lust: it flickered down every nerve and pulsed through every muscle, all in time with the insistent caresses of his lips and the curling pressure of his tongue as he sought entrance into my mouth.

As he pulled away, my body was strumming, and I couldn’t help but pant lightly with the effort of keeping myself in check. I fought down the mew of annoyance that tried to force its way from my throat. I willed my body not to buck up into him, and I refused to let my lips strain to follow his.

“So you just decided you want a fuck?” he asked softly with lips that were still flushed from our kiss. “After four weeks cold turkey?” With each word his tone was getting firmer, turning slowly to mocking skepticism as he stared down at me. “And it just
happens
to be only me that’s around?”

I wanted to groan because the angry look had gone from his eyes. Now the chocolate-brown that stared down at me was pure arrogance. An idle smirk curled the corners of his lips, and it caused a delicious lick of desire to churn against my hips—fuck my life—he was so fricking gorgeous. I hated him for it, for being handsome as sin
and
nice to me and making me feel all this stupid shit that I should feel for anyone but him.

“Piss off, Trystan. I just want sex.”

His grin didn’t waver as his fingers loosened slightly to tease my scalp. Oh God, how I wanted to push my head up into that hand and my lips up against his and have his pressure and heat never leave my body.

“Then I shouldn’t feel at all smug that I’m the only one you want to have sex with?”

“I didn’t say that.” My tone was clipped and, I hoped, not too desperate because that was exactly the case, but how the hell could he know that?

He sniggered lightly, fixing me in cool chocolate eyes.

“I’ve met Dan, Idrys.” He leaned down to whisper against my ear. “There is no way in hell he would
ever
be too busy to help you out. You stopped sleeping with him weeks ago, as soon as I started sleeping in your bed….” My eyes widened as I realized what he was saying.

“Did you think I didn’t notice? I can tell you; it took a lot of effort not to touch you once I realized what you were doing. When you managed a whole week, I thought I’d relax a bit… and then you had that wet dream, straight off, after only a little hug.” He hummed lightly in my ear. “You even admitted it was me who had you so riled up.” He chuckled again, but then his tone turned a little heavier and the gentle rolling he had been keeping up against my hips stilled. “I don’t mind admitting that I really regret taking that girl home. But she was pushy and it was nice to have someone honest for a change. So there I was, waiting patiently for you to feel better about that whole fucked-up evening, and then I find you happily making out with my fucking brother—
again
.”

He covered my lips with his once again and my retort was sealed away as he pried my mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. Oh God, his lips were silk and the faint pressure of his stubble was such a contrast and I wanted to wrap my hands around his head and never let him lift off. But my hands were pinned next to me as his tongue dominated my mouth, pressing into it, tasting every corner, and meeting mine, and all I could do was think of that tongue doing the same thing to my dick.

Somewhere, my head was trying to tell me I needed to start damage control, but that thought was being completely drowned out by every other sensation in my body. That electrified feeling was returning. It was leaving me light-headed as he darted his tongue against mine—practically fucking my mouth. He slid his hand down my neck and shifted his thigh against my groin, just enough to drive me to the edge of my inexorably fracturing sanity.

He lifted away. And that time I definitely leaned up to follow him with my lips, and God help me if the sound that left me wasn’t a little gasp of longing as he lifted out of my reach.

“So here’s the deal, Idrys.” His voice was husky. “If you want me to fuck you, that’s fine.” He pressed his face into my neck, nuzzling and licking and nipping between his words. “You just admit that you want
me
. Admit that it’s not Dan—or any of those other sluts—you want to fuck you, but me, and I’ll see if I can’t help you out.” He lowered his head slightly and ran a tongue across his bottom lip as he watched me strain up to meet him. His eyes seemed to turn entirely black as he paused just out of my reach.

My brain had been short-circuited and was being used purely to tell me exactly how fricking turned on I was right now. And somewhere deep inside me, I was still trying to control the throbbing reaction my groin was having to a few fricking kisses.

“Oh God….” I think I said that out loud as he pressed his hands down over my chest and abs and rested them against my hips.

“And just in case you think you’re not getting value for money; I’ll let you know that you’re most definitely
not
going to do everything. I really like that desperate look on your face right now, and you have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy teasing you.” He slid his tongue down my neck, and his hands just missed my cock.

I groaned—at myself and in pleasure—as I thrust up into him. It was too much: my head gave up, my body gave up. I didn’t care if he knew how much I wanted him, I didn’t care if I was getting turned on from a kiss and a couple of hands through some clothes. I was on fire and my dick finally hardened between us.

“That’s better,” he whispered as he pressed himself down onto my erection and pulled a mouthful of the flesh at my neck between his lips. He sucked and nibbled and caressed with his tongue as his thigh ground against my dick. “Now, are you going to tell me you want me, or do you want me to leave?”

I tried to suppress the strained groan of desperation that was working its way up my throat as he worked on the buttons of my shirt. He spread the sides of my top open as he left my neck and made his way down to the dark circle of my nipple with his mouth.

“Fricking hell.” I arched up toward him as he pulled away from me, leaving me cold and gasping. He was really going to leave. The stubborn look in his eyes was daring me to test him.

“Fuck it.” I wrapped a hand around the back of his head, rising up off the bed to reach his mouth as I dragged him back down over me. I kissed him: I didn’t hold back. It was desperate and I ground our lips together, our teeth clashed and I sucked down on his tongue. I used my other hand to force his hips back against mine, rolling myself up into him as my groan of pleasure and surrender rumbled through the kiss.

“Fuck me.” I wrapped my hand through his hair and tugged his mouth from mine. “I want ye t’ fuck me.” I reached up to nip at his lips. “And if ye chicken out after making me say that, I’m going to flip ye over and fuck that virgin ass of yers and show ye what ye need t’ do, understand?”

The arrogant bastard actually laughed.

Then his lips and hands were back against my skin and they were running down over my chest and abs leaving behind a trail of bright red marks against my pale skin. And everywhere his lips touched was the start of a string of lust that connected to my cock and made it throb in the confines of my jeans.

“And just so you know, I’m not pretending you’re a girl; I’m going to touch your dick and stick my fingers in your ass and I’m going to fuck you
because
you’re a guy.”

I felt his dark smile against my skin. His lips were past my belly button now. I knew that something he’d just said was probably a big deal, but I really didn’t want to think about anything but the sensations accosting my skin. I was panting pathetically and completely lost in my own body. Fingers were working the buttons of my fly, and Trystan undid my jeans and pulled them off with my boxers. I was naked, Trystan was still fully clothed, and he was kneeling between my legs with a feral grin on his face as he released my straining erection.

“Oh fuck.” I balled my hands into fists against the sudden onslaught of Trystan’s mouth around my cock. It wasn’t like he knew what he was doing, but my God, I almost came just from the idea of what was going on. I stared down, burning that memory into my mind because I so wanted to remember how his face looked parted around my cock and the glint that remained in his eye as he caught me looking. I dropped my head back and tried not to thrust up into his mouth as he worked me, suckling and stroking and teasing with his tongue and lips. And
shitting hell
you wouldn’t know that he had never sucked cock before. I was panting and grasping blindly at my bed as I tried to keep myself in some semblance of control.

The pressure around my erection relented briefly and I gasped and tried to catch my breath; I was almost glad for the respite because I was so close to the edge already that it was almost painful holding back. No matter how fucked up this situation was, coming in Trystan’s mouth was a no-go for two reasons: because even brain dead with lust as I was, I wasn’t far enough gone to think coming in a straight—bi maybe?—guy’s mouth was a good idea, and there was no way I was giving him the satisfaction of me coming so soon.

I groaned and dropped my head back as his hand replaced his mouth, sliding over the saliva he’d left behind.

“You said I needed lube; you have some, right?”

“Nnnn,” I garbled something incomprehensible. Trystan chuckled and seemed to get distracted from his original quest as he dropped back over my erection. He kept his hand fisted around the shaft as he took just the head into his mouth and let his tongue explore my cock like it had explored my mouth earlier.

I really needed to string a sentence together.

“Shit, stop, Trys,” I gasped as his tongue slipped into the small cleft at the tip. “Or ye want t’ taste another guy’s cum?”

“Hmm, well, I wouldn’t mind.” He lifted slightly, then licked across the head of my dick. He sat up and ran his tongue over his lips, as if taste-testing me. “But seeing you squirm is kind of fun; where’s the lube?”

“Where do ye think it is, idiot.” I waved toward my bedside table—where he knew I kept my condoms because he’d used one on that fricking brunette—as I fought to get my breath back and my body under some semblance of control.

He grinned at me as he unfolded himself from the bed. He caught my gaze in his and held it with a languid smirk on his face. I went to sit up as he tugged his shirt over his head.

His lips snagged mine, and he forced me back against the bed.

“Stay… put… and watch,” he whispered between kisses down my neck and my hips bucked slightly at his words as a groan left me.

And I did as I was told. I never did as I was told. But I lay there and his eyes on me were almost as much of a turn-on as his hands as he went to work on the buttons of his jeans. My breath stilled in my throat as I took in his toned-to-perfection torso that I really wanted to decorate with a set of marks to match the ones he had left against my skin. Shit, he was hot. But that wasn’t why I felt a shiver of divine tension run through me and felt my face darken suddenly with lust. Trystan dropped his boxers to the floor with his jeans—and he was hard. One side of his lips curled up as he saw my reaction and then he was riffling through my draws. His dick stood proudly away from his body, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from it as he came out with a bottle of lube and a condom.