Page 21 of Worlds Collide

I come backto the present where Wolf is still scowling, and I decide it’s now or never.

“It’s not an experiment.” I stand and get as close as I dare. I’m not exactly happy with him right now, but I don’t want him to spring back again to get away from me. Once was enough to feed my humiliation dreams for a lifetime, thank you very much. “I want to experience my bisexuality for the first time.” I don’t dignify the rest of his questions with answers.

If I had sacrificed my identity for greed then that would be ameproblem, wouldn’t it? All he should care about is my dick, my ass, or my mouth. My character isn’t something he should concern himself with. Especially because he jumped so quickly to conclusions.

My words do seem to put a hitch in his foul mood though, because now he only looks confused.

“With me?” he asks like he’s trying to make sure he’s following.

“Yes, with you,” I say, exasperated and throwing my hands up.

“Why?” Again with the fucking questions. Why won’t he just go along with this? Is it really only the smell?

“You’re hot as hell,” I deadpan. It’s more complicated than that, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of telling him how I’ve had a crush on him since my teens.

“Am I?”

I narrow my eyes when I see a smug grin appear on his face. It’s not something I’ve ever seen on him and it’s... yeah, it’s hot as fuck. He’s teasing me now which, fair enough, I know it feels good to hear that.

“You know damn well how attractive you are.”

“You’re right, I do, but it’s nice to hear. Still, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”

“Why?” I demand. “All I want is to know what it feels like to suck a cock, to kiss a man, to have a man driving into me.”

His pupils dilate so much that the gray of his irises almost disappears. I guess he liked hearing that too then. Good.

“Is this what you wanted to tell everyone before? In the tent? Why did you chicken out?” He drops his arms and puts both hands on his hips. Now he’s back to being interested in me giving him an explanation. Damn. I’m gonna get whiplash. “I guess I get it.” He goes on as if he doesn’t even need me to keep the conversation fucking lively. “My sexuality has never been a secret, but if I’d kept it a secret from everyone I know, I sure would hesitate to blurt it out too.” He scowls to himself when he’s done, like he didn’t mean to say so much.

“The reason why I didn’t tell my friends I’ve known I’m bi longer than I’ve known most of them isn’t any of your business. Now, are you going to let me suck your dick or not?” Wolf smiles at me like he just won a competition. Did he want to get me riled up? Is that why he’s being so rude with his insightfulness?

“No,” he says simply, mildly, like he really couldn’t care less. But then he takes a tiny step forward, then another, and another, until his chest is pressed to mine and there’s no space between us.Yes, this is what I’ve been dreaming about.

Then he’s leaning in and I think he’s reconsidered the kissing and tequila breath thing but he turns at the last second. I feel his hand press palm first against my lower belly and a full-body shudder betrays how much he’s affecting me.

“You need a good example of what it’s like to fuck a man’s mouth,” he whispers in my ear. “And today’s your lucky day, little rich boy.” The way he says the nickname has the same effect on me as it has every time before—I go from a chub to full-on hard in less than ten seconds.

He trails his hand down and undoes my belt one handed while I try to find the words to say how on board I am with this plan. But then he rests his other hand on my waist and leans back to look me in the eye, and I have to accept that speechless is just the way I’ll be now. He raises one hand and pats my cheek gently with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“I’ll take this as a yes, so why don’t you just lie down and let me show you a few cool tricks.”

I know I’m staring with my mouth hanging open. I know I’m not moving even though I want to do as he told me, but I just can’t seem to do it.

He nudges me on the shoulder and I instinctively take a step back to keep my balance, and then just keep walking backward until I bump against the bed.

Now sit down, CJ. I do and keep staring up at him.

“What now?” I ask in a whisper and swallow hard. I’ll follow every instruction he gives me, I swear.

“Lie down, CJ.”

“Yes.” I nod way too many times, then scoot back and rest my head on the highly stacked pillows.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me, you understand?” he asks very seriously.

I nod again and resist the nervous twitch that wants to come out, and just lie there and watch him like a hawk—wait not, eww. I watch him... attentively.Yes, that works.

As he takes off both my shoes and then my socks.

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