Page 48 of My Revenant
There was that word again. Only now I had far more intense physical sensations that demanded my attention. Pressure built in my core, bigger and bigger, until I couldn’t focus on anything else. I couldn’t think about anything but the way he made me feel.
Words evaded me, so I attacked him instead—fiercely, violently—with my lips on his. This kiss was messy. Absolutely filthy. Allopen-mouthed and slick. His moans mingled with mine, sounding likeus. It scared me how much I liked the sound of us.
“Come for me,” he demanded, words spoken into my mouth and swallowed.
Like a spell. Like magic. My body obeyed, and I tensed, my cock exploding in white-hot bliss, pulsing pleasure between us that he collected and used to continue stroking until it was too much. Then he was coming with a deep and primal sound, the evidence of his own satisfaction joining mine.
Lips traced against lips in a not-quite kiss, not ready to be apart from each other as we shared heated air.
It wasn’t until my heart rate slowed that I realized we had once again come all over each other’s clothing. Unlike last time at the party, I couldn’t just zip up my jacket the way he could to hide the evidence of what we’d just done. My dark purple hoodie was now streaked with both of us. Fuck.
I pushed him off me, tucking myself back into my pants quickly and retrieving my bag to look for something I could use to clean myself up.
Dex chuckled, clearly amused by the situation.
“It isn’t funny. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to class like this?” I scowled. All I had in my bag that could even slightly be of use was a notebook, so I tore out a page and attempted to use the paper to wipe up. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t very effective.
“Here,” Dex said, snickering as he shrugged his jacket off. “I’ll trade you.”
I halted my efforts, eyeing the offered jacket with suspicion. It had been unfairly spared from the event, unlike my hoodie and Dex’s shirt. “But then you’ll have the cum hoodie.”
“And I’ll wear it proudly,” he told me, and it really seemed like he meant it.
“This is my favorite hoodie.”
“This is my favorite jacket.”
I tried to find another excuse, mostly because the thought of wearing his jacket made something in my chest feel tight in a way I didn’t at all trust and couldn’t allow.
“Come on. Off with it. It’s fucking cold. We’ll swap back later.”
I gave him a glare, but I did what he wanted, pulling my hoodie off with its warmth and handing it over to him, taking his jacket instead. I shrugged my arms into the sleeves and was embraced by his lingering scent. Smoke and cedarwood.
Dex was slightly larger than me in build, but his jacket fit me well enough, and my oversized hoodie fit him like a regular one.
He truly didn’t seem to mind at all that he was wearing our cum as he stepped in close to me again. My heart rate, which had finally slowed, hiked up as his hands found my waist over the jacket. On instinct my eyes sought his lips. No, it wasn’t my waist he was going for, it was his pockets.
With a smirk that told me Dex knew exactly what I’d mistaken this as, he stepped back with his smoking supplies. I glared. “Roll me one,” I demanded, hating that I sounded pouty.
“Anything for you, Rabbit.”
This time when I took the first drag of his perfectly rolled cigarette, I managed not to cough. It felt like an accomplishment, and I glanced over at him to see if he’d noticed.
His own cigarette was lit, resting between lips puffy from the force of our make-out session. Dex wasn’t looking at me, though, his eyes on his phone as he typed.
“You know what year it is, right? Why is your phone older than you?”
“It was my dad’s,” he said, his eyes remaining on the ancient piece of mobile history.
Was. Just like the lighterwashis dad’s. I wanted to know what had happened. Dex carried around pieces of the man in a way Icould never imagine myself doing with my father. Did that mean they were close? Was his father a good one?
“What’s your phone number?” he asked, snapping me from my thoughts.
“Why?”
“’Cause. Just give it to me.”
“No.”
