“Hold, I—”
A rap on the door cuts the words off before they can form on my lips, and my eyes fly to the door. Another knock comes, and then I hear Kason’s voice muffled through the door. “Hey, Phoe?”
My gaze flicks back to Holden, and I hold a finger up to my lips, signaling him to keep silent. To his credit, he manages to keep his mouth shut…while still teasing the tip of my cock with his thumb.
“Stop,” I mouth, before trying to smack his hand away. There’s no point in continuing, what with the moment of release I was desperate for having been doused by a bucket of ice water in the form of my best friend’s voice.
There’s another knock, and this time, the doorknob rattles like he’s trying to get inside. “Phoe? You in there?”
My eyes widen as I look at Holden, and a devious little smirk sits on his lips when he sees the fear sure to be written all over my face.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, giving my tip a gentle squeeze. “Unlike you, I locked it. Now, are you gonna answer him?”
My lips part slightly, and I swear, I’m halfway torn between kissing him for ensuring no one could walk in on this and tossing him into the pool from the goddamn balcony for putting me in this position to begin with.
“I, uh, yeah, Kase. Just kinda” —I suck in a breath as Holden rubs the sensitive spot below the head again— “occupied at the moment.”
“Shit, sorry,” he calls, undoubtedly a little embarrassed. Probably because he knows what I was up to. Just notwhowith. A fact made only more apparent when he asks, “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Holden. He said he was getting us drinks but hasn’t come back yet.”
Holden’s eyes flare as he continues tormenting me with merely two fingers and his hypnotic stare. “I did say that, didn’t I? Guess I got distracted.”
Oh, for the love of fucking God.
“Answer him,” Holden commands, this time squeezing the tip to nearly the point of pain.
“I…haven’t,” I say loud enough for Kason to hear, still keeping my gaze locked with Holden’s. “He’s probably in the bathroom. Fixing his hair or something.”
There’s an awkward laugh on the other side of the door. “Okay. I’ll leave you to, uh…whatever you’re doing and try to find him.”
Holden and I both remain silent, waiting for the telltale sound of Kason’s footfalls retreating down the stairs.
“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter, my fingers digging into his forearm.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he whispers back.
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Well, it should be.”
On the last word, he presses and rolls that nerve one final time, and my release slams into me like a Mack truck without warning. Cum spurts free from my cock, the warm liquid spilling onto my chest and over Holden’s fingers.
“Oh, shit,” I curse, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to prevent myself from making more noise than I already am.
Holden works me through my climax, eyes never leaving me the entire time. He makes no sign of stopping his wicked ministrations either, milking every last drop of pleasure he can from me until I force him to by wrapping my hand around his wrist.
My chest heaves as I come down from the high of my orgasm, and as soon as I do, the shame for what just happened hits. Hard enough, I close my eyes and hope that maybe Holden will be gone by the time my heart rate slows.
But luck has never been on my side when it comes to this guy, so why would that change now?
“I’ll be damned,” he whispers, his hand slipping from my grip. “Never would’ve taken you for an exhibitionist.”
My eyes open at the sound of his voice to find a mixture of amusement and lust in his gaze. Irritation settles in at the former, but I’m not quite sure how to feel about the latter.
“I’m not.”
He shrugs before rising from the bed. “With the way you just came? I’d beg to differ.”
I go to rebut, but I’m left silently gaping when his attention shifts to the hand he used to get me off. Two fingers are still coated in my release, evidence of my wrongdoings there for us both to see. Only rather than heading into the bathroom only ten feet away to wash it away, the fucker pops each of them in his mouth and sucks them clean.