10. Chapter 10

Chapter ten

Felix

I ’d kissed Cor.

I’d kissed Cor, and it confirmed every damn curiosity I’d had from the moment I started noticing him in a different way.

I was very, very bisexual.

Tension had percolated between us as we swept through the exhibit, and I ate up every moment of his eyes on me. I didn’t want this time as fake boyfriends to end, but in the same breath, I wanted to get all up in his space in private. Where we couldn’t be interrupted.

Although getting caught had turned me on more than I’d expected. Maybe I had some hidden things that needed exploration.

And I knew just the person I wanted to explore with.

We stepped into the brisk air outside the museum, finally on our way out. Carly and her girlfriend were occupied in a conversation with people who wore clothes that cost more than my car, but I’d done the nod and wave.

“So you had a few drinks.” I cast him a furtive glance. Chances were, he could see through my bullshit.

“Trying to tell me something?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. My gaze traced his beard, the feel of it against my skin still there from the slight beard burn from making out. I could get used to that. Or more.

If more was on the table, I didn’t want to pass up the chance.

I shrugged. “Just saying, driving 76 back would be rough. Probably better if you crash at my place.”

“You realize I’m not going to be able to fit on your couch, right?” Cor said, a slight tease in his voice. My heart pumped harder. The way he flirted was like dark chocolate, refined wine—not blatant or in your face but subtle enough to glide through the bloodstream.

“Who said anything about sleeping on my couch?” I kept my voice light, even as I showed a few cards from my hand.

Did I want him in my bed tonight? Jesus fuck, yes. After that kiss, I wanted him anywhere I could get him.

“Clearly, I’ve had too much to drive home, then.” His blue eyes sparked with heat. Since I hadn’t even finished my scotch, I was good to get us to my apartment.

I walked up to the valet so he could get my car, and once he darted off, we waited. The whole night had been wild—the lit-up after-hours art museum, the fine scotch, and finer swords. But the wildest part had been Cor’s lips against mine. The out-of-control way my libido careened after we collided.

I checked my phone, the score popping up for the Flyers’ game. “Our boys are playing like shit tonight.”

“Are you going to a game this season?” Cor asked. The fall wind curled around us, and the slight chill permeated through the fabric of my suit.

“Hoping to. Why, want company?” I waggled my brows.

“If you’re offering.” Cor’s lips curled in a smirk.

“It’s a date.” I put a little weight behind the words. I wasn’t sure whether I was ready to leap full-fledged into dating again, let alone with a guy when I had just discovered this part of myself, but I couldn’t stop flirting with him.

“You’re trouble, Ruiz.” Cor shook his head, even though his eyes still gleamed.

The valet pulled up with my car and handed me the keys. I slid into the driver’s seat, and within seconds, we were off. The drive stretched out like forever while seeming instantaneous at the same time. Newfound awareness percolated in the air, and whenever our gazes met, a jolt of adrenaline shot through me. We’d been on the road for a minute, and already my veins were humming. The city lights and skyscrapers flashed by, and I opened the window a crack to cool the heat bursting between us.

“Was that your first kiss with a guy?” Cor asked, breaking the quiet.

I licked my lips as if I could taste him there again. “Yeah, it was.”

Even though my gaze remained on the road, I noticed the bob of his Adam’s apple in my peripheral.

“How the hell are you so chill?” Cor shook his head, a hint of incredulousness in his tone.

I shrugged. “My brother’s queer, same with most of my friends. Sure, I hadn’t kissed a guy before, but it’s not like I’m breaking ground on new territory with my circle.”

“You’re something else.” The affection in his words thrummed through me, a heat that pumped through my veins, pushing me farther along in this direction I hurtled.

I turned onto my street and skimmed for parking spots. Of course this time of night, most of the good ones were taken. We found a spot a few blocks down from my place, and I led the way to my apartment. The temptation to grab Cor’s hand and drag him along built with every passing second.

Maybe I should be freaking out about kissing a guy for the first time, but I wasn’t, and that had everything to do with him. This comfort existed around Cor that I hadn’t experienced with another human being, and I wanted to linger in it for as long as I could.

“Okay, after seeing the exhibit, which swords were your favorite?” I needed to cut through the silence to keep from jumping on him. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I wanted to explore—his body, his cock, his hole—but I’d be happy with whatever he let me do. Even if it was just sleeping in bed next to each other.

“Definitely the Viking ones.” The hush to his tone held me spellbound, and when I glanced his way, the softness in his gaze struck me square in the chest. It wasn’t about the swords at all. I swallowed hard.

We entered my apartment building, where a set of steps directed to my second-floor place, the other down to my neighbor beneath. The stairs creaked beneath our tread, and when I slid the key into the lock at my door, anticipation prickled through my veins. A stirring of the inevitable swept through me as if something bigger than both of us was at play, maybe a little destiny, a little fate.

When I stepped into my apartment and flicked on the lights, I realized how small the space was. Especially with Cor standing in it and the tension between us taking up the rest of the room.

I searched for an escape, my gaze landing on the balcony on the opposite side. “Want to check out the view?”

Cor arched his brow and gave me a pointed look.

“As far as lines go, I think you could do better.”

“Depends.” I hooked my thumb into the pocket of my slacks. “Did it work?”

Cor let out a resigned grunt as he took the first steps toward the balcony. Butterflies burst in my chest, followed by a punch of adrenaline. Maybe the cool breeze would clear some of the thick tension swirling through the air.

Or maybe I wanted even less space between us.

He tugged the door open, and I followed him slowly, my gaze glued on his ass flexing in his slacks. I’d always been an ass man with women, and apparently, that also translated to guys. The idea of sinking into him had my cock perking up for about the thousandth time tonight, but I didn’t even know if he was into getting fucked, let alone wanting to go that far with me.

The second I stepped outside, the crisp air smacked me in the face. Yet even that wasn’t enough to tamp down the blaze roaring inside me. The view from my apartment was one of the few things I loved about it. Other than that, I wasn’t sure how long I’d remain in the city. Most of my coworkers commuted from the suburbs since we were hybrid, and my family begged me every other week to join them in Kennett Square.

Which had been my main reason for staying here. Just to get some space.

Except there wasn’t any between me and Cor right now. My balcony was small, and Cor was broad, muscular, and ungh.

He gripped the wrought-iron rail of the balcony and stared out at the skyscrapers littering the horizon line in the distance. Kelly Drive glittered in the distance, along with the water, and I absorbed the sounds of the city—the honks, the shouts, the cacophony of human existence that exploded here. I rested against the rail, the coolness pressing through the fabric of my slacks.

The velvet dark coated Cor’s features, the dim streetlamps and building lights giving the slightest illumination. And I couldn’t look away. His firm nose, those bushy brows drawn together in concentration, the thick beard that had scratched my skin mere hours ago. And all that wrapped up in a well-fitting suit. My motors revved even more. The next sword fighting class would be hell, what with the way he whipped his shirt off most of the time.

Now that those thoughts had emerged, I couldn’t shove them back.

Truth be told, they’d been percolating in the back of my mind for a long while, waiting to be unleashed.

“So, something tells me you didn’t invite me out here to look at the city.” Cor turned to me. He leaned against the side of the rail, looming over me, and all my brain could think of was bending him over—clearly, so we’d be closer in height.

I licked my lips. Did I just go for it? We’d made out earlier, and he’d gotten hard, but that didn’t mean he wanted more. Except I was always on the outskirts, my entire life. I didn’t get handed anything, so if I wanted something, I needed to put myself out there.

Cor’s gaze seared into me as he waited for a response, laser focused on my lips.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a little restless after that kiss,” I challenged, heat flooding through me. This gamble could end poorly, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Like you need to burn a little adrenaline with a jog or…” Cor’s eyes twinkled, which soothed my nerves, all while turning those sparks of lust into an inferno.

“Oh, so you need me to spell it out?” I asked, sailing on a razor’s edge here.

“Explicitly.” Even though his tone was calm, his body near vibrated, and his pupils were blown with lust. Knowing I wasn’t the only one affected right now spurred me on.

“Whatever’s the fastest way we can both get off out here.”

Too many fantasies rampaged through my brain, but was I ready to dive headfirst into sinking my cock inside him when we’d just kissed?

Cor’s mouth dropped open as if my boldness had shocked him, and the urge to step back and deny it flared hot and fierce. Until he closed the space between us and rested a hand on my hip. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, I am,” I murmured, a breath apart from him.

A moment later, his lips were on mine.

I let out a low moan at the contact, at the way the heat between us contrasted the chilly breezes out here. The bristles of his beard were soft against my skin but different from what I was used to. He tasted like scotch and sin, and I craved more. He tightened his grip around my hip, and I took that as my cue to explore. I stroked down the front of his suit jacket and undid each button I came across. When my fingers brushed against his belt, a full-body shiver traveled through him. I nipped his lower lip in reassurance.

He slipped his hands underneath my suit jacket, up and down my sides. His palms on my body had my skin on fire in the best way. We kissed and kissed and kissed, our mouths finding each other with a magnetic force, and bliss rolled through me with each collision. Yet an urge burned stronger with each passing moment. My cock was as hard as granite, and the temptation to rock against his thigh until I came captured me in a big way.

Curiosity gripped me, like the sprawling path to the shore, hoping there’d be waves at the end. I undid the buckle of his belt, the jangle stark in this cool night air. Next, I dragged down the zipper.

Cor pulled back, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Impatience flushed through me, but I swallowed my snarky reply. I understood. Until a few hours ago, he’d thought I was straight. To me, however, I’d realized my attraction to him over the past week stronger than ever, which had prompted some serious self-reflection…that maybe my bisexuality had been simmering in the background all along.

“Yes, I’m turned the fuck on, and I want to touch you so damn badly.”

“Only if I can touch you back,” Cor said, the heat in his eyes like banked coals.

“Please,” I groaned. My cock throbbed, confined by layers of fabric, and desperation ramped through me. Whether it was buried in his hole or gripped by his hand, I just needed him. He unbuckled my belt, glided my zipper down, and dragged my boxer briefs and slacks to midthigh. Even the chilly breezes didn’t make my hard length flag, especially not when Cor wrapped his massive palm around it.

“Ungh,” I moaned out, not bothering to hold back. I was so keyed up the touch alone sent pleasure rushing through me in a strong torrent. Cor gave my cock a light squeeze, and a shiver rippled down my spine. Before I lost myself, I grabbed the waistband of his pants—oh fuuuck, jockstrap—and dragged it down with his slacks. Even though part of me wanted to reach around and explore the thick globes of his ass, I stayed on target.

Cor’s cock, nice and thick, jutted out with a flushed tip. I’d never touched another guy’s cock before, but I was all too ready to explore. A little bit of pre-cum glistened on his slit, and I brushed my thumb over it. Cor’s grip around my cock tightened, and the breath rushed out of him. Giddiness whirled through me like early snowflakes, and I wrapped my hand around his length. It was thick and velvety, the perfect width to tug. I toyed with his cock, drawing my hand up and down, trying to catch a little pre-cum with the glide. Cor’s mouth hung open as he panted.

He seemed to snap back into action and jerked at my cock a few times, enough to make me shudder.

“Fuck.” I bit hard on my lower lip. I wanted him so much that my head spun.

“Want me to make you feel good?” Cor asked, his voice like silk and gravel.

“Hell, yes.” I continued to tease and toy with his slit, just to watch his reaction. The urge to sink to my knees and taste reared in a big way.

Cor let go of my cock, and I choked back a whine. Before I could complain, he lifted his palm to his mouth and licked it long and slow. I stared, mesmerized by the sight of his tongue, his saliva glistening. Sinking into that heat would be fucking luscious.

“C’mere.” He gripped my hip with his other hand and drew me in close so our cocks were almost touching. He lined them up side by side and wrapped his huge hand around both of them. The feel of our cocks brushed up against each other was heady, and a trembling breath shivered out, only to get knocked the rest of the way when he moved. He glided his hand up and down, eased by spit and pre-cum, and the sensation rocked through me so hard I swayed.

I leaned in, reaching around to grab a handful of his ass. I loved the weight of it in my palm, the feel of it, and so did my cock. More precum oozed out. Fucking hell, it’d be a crime not to slip between those cheeks and fuck him. His ass was hairier than the ones I’d played with before, but that got me hot too, mostly because it belonged to Cor.

Everything about him turned me on, even while he was a safe haven.

“Kiss me, big guy.” I reached up with my free hand and gave his beard a tug. He shook his head, a grin on his lips as he dipped down to acquiesce. His lips slammed against mine, all while his hand shuttled up and down our cocks, bringing me closer and closer to heaven. Cor kissed with a hunger that stoked my own, ramping up the bliss rushing through my veins like morphine. The electricity between us was heady and undeniable, an energy I wanted to lose myself in. Cor stroked our cocks, enveloped in his tight grip, and our mouths crashed together over and over. We were a collision that felt destined, as if there would’ve been no other destination but here, on this balcony, in the middle of this city.

Anyone could see us in our current spot, and a thrill crept through me, one I rarely got to indulge in. The crisp winds tried to cool my skin, but the inferno within kept their efforts at bay, and sweat prickled on my temple. Our kisses became more fevered as Cor’s slick grip around us shuttled faster and faster. My lids fluttered as the sensations grew. Close, so very close.

“Oh god.” The tension coiling within me grew until it became unbearable. Cor worked us with a speed and precision that left me breathless. I kissed him again, loving the burn of his beard on my tender skin and loving even more that I’d have marks of tonight left there. My whole body immolated until I was just need. Cor kept on with his steady hand, each stroke making my knees quake. With the next pass, my balls drew up, and my forehead prickled with sweat.

“I’m going to come.” I gasped.

“Fuck yes,” Cor murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the air.

As if he’d given permission, I tipped my head back, and my orgasm barreled through me with ripcord force.

Holy shit. My vision blanked as I succumbed to the bliss rolling through me in glorious waves. My release splashed over his knuckles, drops falling onto the balcony floor, but Cor kept stroking us through the orgasm, using my cum as lubricant. I swayed in place and surrendered to sheer sensation. Maybe it was because I’d fantasized about Cor for the past few weeks with an intensity that bordered on obsession, but I hadn’t come that hard in…well, ever. The pleasure flooded my whole body, and I sailed along for the ride.

“Fuuuuck,” Cor groaned. His cum gushed out over his knuckles, mixing with mine. The cords of his neck were strained, and I wanted to bite them. The sight was hot as fuck. He slowed his strokes, going from furious to calm until he stopped, but he kept his hand wrapped around our deflating cocks covered in cum.

That curiosity that had been driving me from the start spurred me on. I reached down and swirled my finger in the cum cooling on his hand. His gaze tracked my movements, that intensity something I didn’t realize I’d been longing for. My head swirled, but I lifted my cum-covered finger, mixed with both of our spend, and slowly licked it. Salty but altogether not bad.

“You’re fucking killing me, Fee,” Cor said, the desperate tone of his voice only getting me hotter.

Amusement bubbled within me, and I plunged my finger into my mouth and slid it back out nice and slow, giving it a long suck.

Cor groaned, tilting his head back. “Are you sure this is the first time you’ve been with a guy? How are you so chill?”

I shrugged and stepped away, letting go of the death grip I hadn’t realized I still had on his ass. “My brother’s bi, and my parents are supportive. I just hadn’t found a guy I was attracted to before.”

Cor’s eyes flared. “So you’re attracted to me?”

I cast him a look. “No, I have a random condition where I get hard at inappropriate times and hook up with anyone to get my cock to deflate.” When Cor didn’t respond, I heaved a sigh. Bastard was going to make me work for it. “Look, I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but yeah, you’re hot.”

Cor licked his lips and ducked his head, an adorable gesture, but we were both standing out here with our cum-covered cocks dangling in the breeze. We’d gotten lucky so far, but I wasn’t about to press that luck further.

“Come on.” I gestured him inside. “Let’s go wash up. Then we can slide between my sheets and pass the fuck out.”

“That sounds perfect.” Cor followed me. My heart thudded a little harder at the idea of cuddling against him after we’d just come on each other, but it wasn’t terrifying—more an exhilarating comfort than anything. I didn’t know what the next steps for us would be, but I wanted to ride this wave out to the shore.

I opened the sliding door and winked at him. “Hope you’re ready to be the little spoon.”