Fuck me, what am I doing??

I need to stop this.

But before I can, Jesse’s ass shifts, his back arching as he bumps his butt into my crotch. The curve drags the length of my erection, and I whimper, biting my lip to quiet myself.

He’s… moving. Writhing into me, slowly. So slowly, it’s like a sensual dance.

I’m crumbling where I lie in a bed of stifling heat.

“Jess…” I breathe, my voice barely existent. Nothing but a hoarse rumble of vibration from my chest into his back. “Are you awake?”

He nestles deeper into the bed, further into my front. And he nods.

Fuck.

I don’t know what to do. I can barely move.

I should be leaping out of this bed and running as far away from what’s happening as possible. But my body won’t react to what my brain is telling me to do.

It’s acting on its own.

He urges his hips back into me again, my cock weeping in my pants as he grinds on me in leisurely strokes, quivering as he goes. My shaky fingers grip his hip, as if to stop him. But I end up cupping the side of his ass, squeezing and caressing, greedy for more of this delicious friction; this forbidden sensation that’s weighting my chest and melting me to him.

I can’t stop touching. I can’t stop… wanting more.

More more more.

My lips ease up to the nape of his neck, and he quakes, an audibly sharp hiss of breath escaping him.

Resting my forehead on his shoulder, I mumble, “This is so wrong… You’re practically my—”

“But I’m not,” he finally speaks, his smooth, raspy voice gracing my ears like a sweet melody. “I’m just a man you’ve known since he was a boy.” My breath flutters on his flesh, and he hums. “But I’m not a boy anymore, James. I’m a man. A man who wants… more.”

More.

My fingertips trace the waistband of his boxers. “I’ve never been interested in men…”

“Why not?” His ass rubs my erection again.

I chomp down on my lower lip.

Good question.

I’m living in a dream.

It’s the only explanation.

The last thing I remember, I’d gone to bed. Depressed, confused and lonely, fearing that my lustful obsession had desecrated the only peace I’ve ever known.

And then I woke up in James’s bed.

With his hands on me, his body warming mine in a sheet of needy tingles, his soft panting filling my brain.

When I came to, I was shocked. I’m not sure how I even ended up here. But the even weirder thing is that James didn’t seem surprised at all by my presence in his bed. In fact, it seemed like something he was waiting for.

Had he wanted me to come to him the whole time?

Was him telling me to go to Tanner’s a test?

That doesn’t seem like something he would do, but now I can’t be sure. Because he’s doing a whole mess of things right now that I never expected him to do in a million years.