Page 14 of Strictly Curious
“So that’s how it is? No one else can play with your little pet, Garrett?”
I dropped my arm from around Tyler and instantly had the front of Toby’s shirt in my fist. “You don’t know the first thing about what you’re talking about.” I seethed and my fist tightened and knotted in his shirt. It was either that or punching his fucking face. What was his game? What was he up to by manipulating Tyler like that?
His smirk was sinister, and I resisted the urge to punch him. “Just because I let you suck my cock doesn’t mean I want you.”
It wouldn’t help to get into a fight right now. It would only add to his suspicion that something was going on between Tyler and me. Something was, but I wasn’t ready to discuss it with anyone outside of who I already had. We were exploring things.
“Garrett. Stop.” The hand on my shoulder snapped me back to reality, and I let go of the asshole in front of me. There were so many regrets about fooling around with Toby now. Sure, he’d been fun for a time or two, but this was the price I was paying.
“I’d listen,” he taunted with a hand snaking up my arm, fingers running up and down my bicep in what he probably thought was seductive. I would have been pissed about the act in the past when I’d been trying to hide this, but since the cat was out of the bag, it didn’t matter anymore. Oh, I was still pissed but for different reasons. I released him, shoving him back into the counter, grabbing Tyler’s arm and dragging him out of the kitchen.
I didn’t stop as we entered the living room, ignoring the curious glances from my friends as they followed me, pulling Tyler down the hall toward the bathroom. I knew I’d have to answer some questions about what the hell I was doing later, but right then, I needed to be alone with him.
I’d seen red when Toby had his hands on him. Tyler was mine, and I had to establish that. The ugly green monster had reared its head and it was ridiculous because I knew I didn’t have to worry about Ty. He’d told me he wasn’t interested in anyone else, but I had to make sure that remained the case.
“Gar?” He tugged his arm in my grasp as I pulled him into the small bathroom, slamming the door closed behind us, and locking it. His eyes widened before I pressed him into the wood and closed my mouth over his.
He let out a breathy little squeak before he melted into the kiss and clutched the back of my shirt. Working my knee between his thighs, I pressed my leg into the hard ridge of his growing erection. He grunted against my lips and then groaned when he ground down against the pressure.
This was stupid and reckless, and part of me gave no fucks. I was amped up on adrenaline and the need to feel and hear him. The feel of him against me was drugging and addictive. Mine, all mine. I needed the breathy gasps that fell from his lips as he sought his pleasure against me, snapping his hips again and again.
“That’s it, Ty. Take what you need.”
I wasn’t this person. I wasn’t the one who demanded my partners seek pleasure this way. My cock was hard as a rock, and I needed a release too, but I’d figure that out later. Right now I wanted him writhing against me with his hot breaths against my lips.
He whined, letting out a puff of frustration. I grasped his hips to stop the motion, needing to find out what was wrong. “What is it?”
“It’s not enough.” He pouted as he fought against my grasp, but I needed to halt his movements if I was going to figure out what he needed from me.
“And what would be enough?”
“You. I need to feel you,” he groaned, fingers fighting their way to my fly. My eyes widened momentarily, realizing what he was getting at. Sure, I’d touched him in a moment of stupidity, but this was taking things a lot further. This was beyond me giving him a quick handy and the heated kisses we’d shared today. This would be more than dry humping through our clothes and I wasn’t sure I was ready to cross all of those lines, but…
“Ty,” I warned. He let out a growl of frustration, popping open the button of my shorts. Quickly grabbing his hands, I stopped him from going further. “Ty, we need to slow down.”
His nostrils flared as he let out a harsh breath. His head snapped back against the door producing a loud thud. It was going to be harder and harder to deny what we’d been doing in here.
“Why?” His question was abrupt, looking away quickly, and fighting his hands away from me so he could pull on his T-shirt. He was agitated and I couldn’t blame him when I was continually shutting this down.
Clearing my throat, I attempted to back away. Tyler’s eyes widened in panic before he grabbed onto my belt loops pulling me back into him. Widening his stance, he hopped up my body and wrapped his legs around my waist. I had to rush to grab hold of his thighs so I didn’t drop him.
I rested him back against the door, trying to think of how to best answer his question. “Because we’re at a party. All of our friends are on the other side of that door and they already think we’re too close.”
He rolled his eyes as he leaned in and started kissing my neck. This was so strange. My stepbrother, who had no inclination to explore things with a guy before he’d caught me with Toby, was acting like he was starving for me.
“Dammit, Garrett. If they weren’t there, would you let me?”
I shouldn’t have said it. I should have kept my damn mouth shut, but it was already too late as the words tumbled free. “If they weren’t there? Babe, I’d be on my knees. I’d have you so far down my throat you’d wonder how I was able to breathe.”
“Shit.” His eyes squeezed shut, and he pressed a hand between us to grab his erection. His face turned red and then he looked away again. His legs dropped from around me and he tried to pull away.
Beginning to panic at his response, my heart raced. Had I said something wrong? I grabbed at his arm before he could get away from me. “Hey, what happened?”
Tyler’s cheeks stayed pink as he blinked rapidly. He turned back towards me, but refused to meet my eyes. I looked him up and down to make sure he was okay… and then noticed the wet patch that stained the front of his jeans.
Grabbing his chin, I forced him to look at me. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You know that, right?”
His blue eyes sparkled with the building of tears. I didn’t want him to be worried that I would judge him. I knew his sexual experiences were limited. Hell, it was kind of a huge turn-on that I could set him off like that.
