Page 49 of Someone Like You

“Will it bother you if I put the TV on?”

“Oh—no, not at all. I have an amazing ability to laser focus when I need to,” I said.

He hummed and grabbed the remote off the coffee table, switching the TV on and leaning back into the cushions. He propped his feet up and crossed them at the ankles, and I was immediately distracted by the gorgeous curve of his ankle bone and the high arch of his long foot. He flexed his toes, and I was fascinated by the tendons that popped up beneath his skin. My eyes traveled up his legs to the hand he was resting beside him on the couch, fingers draped loosely. My mouth watered and my spine tingled at the memory of those fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me?—

“Isaac?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring.”

“Yep. Right.” I dragged my eyes off Brody and his superbly masculine form and opened my laptop.

Laser focus, Isaac. Laser motherfucking focus.

Three hours later I sent myself the paper I’d written and closed my laptop. Looked around. There was a documentary about vintage cars playing quietly on the TV, and Brody had fallen asleep beside me, his lips slightly parted and his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Something sweet and tender wrapped itself around me, warming me from the inside out, and I just sat there for a while and watched Brody sleep like the creep I was.

Then I decided I didn’t want him to wake up to me staring at him with bush baby eyes, so I got my phone out. I’d been so intent on calling Jordan I hadn’t even checked my messages, and wow, I should have. I had thirteen unread messages, and twelve of them were from Brody. The other one was an unknown number with an area code I’d never seen, and it just saidSup.I got those from time to time—perks of getting someone else’s old number—and I always ignored them.

My heart sped up as I opened Brody’s texts, because I was just now remembering the bold request I’d made of him last Wednesday. And there it was: the video of him masturbating. The thumbnail was his hand on his dick, and my own started thickening. I licked my lips, glanced at Brody, who was still sleeping like the beauty he was, and clicked play.

Brody didn’t mess around. The action started right away, and just seeing him jerk himself off again made pleasure zap right between my legs. I pressed my hand down on my cock as I watched virtual Brody masterfully stroke himself. Then he started speaking, his deep, husky voice cutting through the silence and filling me from head to toe with immeasurable warmth.

“Fuck, Isaac,” he moaned. “Does this turn you on? Do you have filthy thoughts about me? Because I have some fuckingfilthythoughts about you. About slipping my dick into that pretty little ass, filling you up and pumping you full of my cum. Would you like that, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?”

Oh fuck yes I motherfucking did!

He’d put lube on his dick, because it was glistening in the light, and on every upward stroke, when he twisted his hand around the tip, it made an obscene squelching noise that I felt right in my balls.

Brody grunted in the video, and I palmed myself harder, panting as I watched. “You like this, baby? You like watching me get off while I’m thinking about you? About sucking your cock right down my throat and swallowing every drop of cum you give me. About spreading those delicious cheeks and slicking you up real good. Is that what you want? You wanna be good for me, Isaac?”

I wanted to be so good for him.

His hand started moving faster, and mine was officially rubbing up and down my cock through my pants, my jaw slackening as waves of heat and euphoria pulsed through my groin. Brody’s breathing in the video was jagged, and then I watched his abs tense deliciously as he stroked himself through his orgasm, cum spurting onto his stomach. I cried out when my own orgasm exploded through me, mesmerized by Brody’s hand on his cock. A final shot of cum hit the camera lens, the video shut off, and a startled laugh erupted from me. Then I realized I’d come in my pants for the third time in so many weeks, but I was too spent to care.

“I guess you liked it.”

Brody surprised me so much that I threw my phone into the air, but thankfully it landed on the couch. “Fuck, oh my god,” I said, my head whipping toward him. He was blinking sleepy eyesat me, smiling smugly, and I wanted to kiss those lips. “Yeah, I liked it so much that I think I need to do some laundry now.”

Brody laughed, his shoulders moving slightly, and I leaned my head back against the couch, just staring at him. “I don’t know why you even bother with clothes.” He stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up to reveal a hint of his happy trail. “I’m gonna make some food. And by that I mean just heat up some leftovers I’ve got. Are you hungry now?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Let me go clean up, I’ll come with you.”

“You don’t have to, I can do it.”

“I wanna see how bad the snow is.”

“All right. I’ll wait for you.”

I rushed to the bathroom and tore off my pants and boxers, cleaned myself off, then ran to the room, pulled on some new boxers and a pair of jeans, then came back out to the main room. Brody was waiting for me by the stairs, and I smiled at him.

“Ready?”

“Yup. What leftovers are we heating up?”

“Some lasagna Bri made for me. Is that good for you?”

“Oh, hell yeah. I love lasagna. Although are you sure Bri didn’t put a cyanide surprise in the sauce?”

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