Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Despite all the discomfort and uneasiness I had after getting him off, the satisfaction on his face takes all that away. Now I’m just blissed out, accepting that I’ll have to figure out later all the confusing bits.
“Well,” I say. “I guess we learned a thing or two from this session after all.”
“Maybe more than just two, but yeah.”
I laugh, noticing how much the tension I had coming into Sigma Alpha has eased up.
“So…what does this mean?” I ask.
“Means…I think you need to swing by again so that I can determine…” He leans closer. “Exactly how sensitive these ears of yours are.”
Once again, I feel my nerves vibrating with excitement with how he’s stimulating them.
“Seriously, though, we’re going to do that again, right?” I ask.
I must sound so goddamn pathetic because I’m desperate.
“Lance, I still have my hand around your dick. What do you think?”
“I mean, I don’t know. Don’t you usually hit it and quit it with girls?”
That’s my real fear. I know how he is, and if this is the last time he’s ever gonna touch me, fuck, what the hell am I gonna do?
“Maybe that’s the issue,” he says, studying my expression. “I haven’t hit it yet.”
And there go my cheeks again as I recognize a familiar, determined expression.
“So much for thinking we’re straight, huh?” I ask, which makes him laugh.
Because yeah, that was as not straight as it gets.
10
Ty
“You not gonna answer me?” Ryan asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
He stands beside me in the gym locker room, assessing himself in the mirror.
“Huh?” I’m more than a little distracted. It’s been hard to think about much else since Lance came over and we fucked around the other day.
Whatever doubt I may have had about what’s happening between us has evaporated. What we did in my bedroom was explosive. And not just because of the way he worked my cock, but even getting him off, feeling the subtleties in his movements, the way his expression locked up as he came…it’s something I haven’t been able to get off my mind.
And now I’m supposed to get back to my life and act like everything’s normal? Fuck that.
“My chest looks bigger, right?” Ryan puffs it out, his towel at his side, since—as usual—he’s not bothering to cover up.
It’s interesting that, even though I’m discovering this side of myself, I’m not even remotely attracted to my friend.
Not a thought I would’ve ever had before, but since my experiment with Lance, how can I not? Sure, I’ve known guys like Ryan are attractive. I’ve been around plenty of hot guys, but none of them got me worked up like my Alpha Theta Mu nemesis. Although, maybe it’s just because I never woke up tied to any of them, marking them with my cum. Or because none of them have ever looked at me with those intense brown eyes.
“Your chest and your arms are a lot more swole right now,” I assure Ryan, who winces.
“That was like pulling teeth.”
“I’m sorry, man. I’ve had a lot on my mind the past few days.”
“Anything you want to talk about? Or you gonna stew in it and deal with it yourself, then tell me all about it?”
Ryan gets me. I’m not the sort to show my hand, especially when I’m dealing with shit. I tend to keep it all in, stuff it down until I resolve the issue. Then I share it with friends. Probably not the healthiest way to do it, but that’s the way I’ve always been.
“It’s—” I nearly say, It’s nothing, but I would never say that about what I did with Lance. Not when it was everything. “I’ll tell you about it at some point, I’m sure,” is the most I can give.
“Okay, man. You know I’m here if you need anything. In the meantime, I’m gonna be an amazing friend and tell you that your pecs are looking hot as hell today. Whatever girl you wind up with at Omega Psi’s party tomorrow night, tell them to thank me for how hard you got these.” He grips my pec, and I’m impressed at how firm the muscle is. He’s right to credit himself for how he’s pushed me.
“What muscles can I grab onto?” comes from nearby, and a smiling Dax rounds the corner of the row of lockers. Wet and with a towel around his waist, it’s clear he’s coming from the showers.
“Hey, man,” Ryan says, approaching Dax and hugging it out, not seeming to give any fucks about the way his dick’s waving around as he pulls back, something Dax clearly notices.
“You just get here?” I ask as we fist-bump.
“Nah, I’ve been here for a bit.”
Ryan and I glance at each other because it’s not so big a gym that we would’ve missed him.
“I got a good workout in,” he assures us, sporting a mischievous smirk. The guy fucking oozes charisma and charm. I thought I was good at getting laid until I saw Dax’s skills. Prolific is an understatement. He’s also just an all-around cool guy.