Page 11 of Researching the Pole

I blinked several times, trying to make sense of what was happening. I was facing Grant. Somehow, at some point in the night, I had turned around. Not just facing—I was plastered against his body. His rock-solid, warm body. Mortification slowly dawned as I looked down. My rigid cock was pressed to his stomach, the precum staining his nightshirt, and I was slowly grinding against him.

I froze.

My eyes snapped back up. Fuck. Holy shit. I had been dreaming and somehow I’d…what? Rubbed myself all over Grant? Oh my God.

“Sorry,” I stammered, trying to pull away. “I’m so—”

Grant’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. That’s when I realized my other hand was under his shirt, over his left pec, rubbing his nipple.

“You were dreaming,” he said, his voice guttural.

“Uh…yeah…I…”

“You called out my name.”

“I did? Fuck, I’m sorry…I dunno what the hell is wrong with me. I’ve been having strange thoughts since I came here yesterday. Maybe I’m sick.”

“Adrien…” The way he said my name made me shiver.

“Yeah?”

“Finish what you started.”

“What?”

His warm hand slid down my back, holding me securely and pulling me impossibly close. Grant whispered in my ear. “I want to see you come. Come for me, Doc.”

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

“But this is wrong… you…”

“Doc, don’t you understand?” His warm breath tickled my ear. “That big beautiful brain of yours and you still don’t realize who the one in my heart has been all these years?”

The hand behind my back slid down to cup one ass cheek and I saw stars.

“You, Adrien. It has only ever been you. But I wasn’t sure if you were straight. You never showed interest in anyone.” His fingers tightened around my wrist, urging my frozen hand back into movement.

“Don’t stop. Take what you want. I’m all yours.”

He twisted his torso slightly, and a hot, long rod poked me. Oh! He was as hard as I was. A whole body shudder rippled through me. Why was I fighting this? Hadn’t I been ridiculously turned on the entire time I’d been with Grant? Hadn’t I always had a crush on him?

My body decided to take matters into its own hands. I thrust against the hard planes of his stomach, rubbing shamelessly, needing friction before I went mad with need. My other hand grabbed onto his biceps, giving myself leverage.

“Just like that,” he murmured. “So beautiful. Look at you.”

His words were like a drug to me.

“Please…” I gasped.

“What do you want, baby?”

“You…” I panted as I frantically chased after my orgasm. “I want you.”

Grant let go of my wrist, and then he shifted down so that our cocks aligned. His big, calloused hand pulled down our pants and then it wrapped around both of us.

Overcome with sensation and blinding heat, I bit down on his shoulder. The groan that tore out of his throat was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

He held me with one hand, his touch possessive against my back, while he brought both of us to the brink with the other one. I kneaded his pec muscles and flicked his nipple, and that was it. Hot come spurted out of his cock, coating his hand and my dick, as he came with a hoarse cry.