Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Me: Nah. I could just feel how much you needed it.
Me: Besides, we both know you need more practice.
Marty: I thought you said it was good.
Me: Yeah, and I just have to practice until I can get that confidence up and you’ll know it for when you’re smooching on Angie.
Marty: Smooching??????
I chuckle.
Me: So make-out session in our room later?
Marty: MY room.
Marty: And why do I feel like it’s not gonna only be making out?
Me: Probably because you’re so horny. You haven’t had a good lay in a long time, so we gotta get all that bad sperm out of you.
Marty: *eyeroll emoji*
Me: Oh, okay. Never mind. I’ll just hit up Dax. He’s probably free.
I shouldn’t bring him into this, but remembering how Marty was fussing about me chatting up Dax, I can’t help myself.
Marty: You trying to emotionally blackmail me into messing with you again?
Me: Depends. Is it working?
Marty: *eyeroll emoji*
Marty: If you haven’t fucked your way through all the available queer guys at the frat before I’m back, sure.
A jolt of excitement pulses through me at the thought of getting to reenact that first experience.
Me: And don’t forget, you have to show me some more tango moves.
Marty: We’ll see if we can keep your hands off my dick long enough for that to happen.
Me: We should definitely do that after because I don’t know that it’s gonna work if I’m not fully drained first.
16
Marty
It’s been a great week.
Part of being roommates with Ryan means I haven’t had any alone time to jerk off, but since we started fucking around, Ryan and I have gotten off every day—twice yesterday.
Now that he’s shown a side of himself that’s more than an oblivious, broey jock, he doesn’t get on my nerves as much. Probably in no small part due to what I’ve learned his mouth can do to me—something that’s hard to take my mind off as we work through a little tango coaching from one of the least qualified instructors in the dance world.
Both of us are dressed for tonight’s TaskFrat challenge, in gladiator outfits we put together with the guys earlier in the week. I wear a chest plate, but unsurprisingly, Ryan’s shirtless, with just a harness like he’s He-Man, which is about as distracting as his mouth.
That might be why I fuck up the ocho.
“That was me,” he says.
“No, that one was definitely me.”
He tilts his head. “You sure? I was supposed to step back when you stepped forward.”
“Oh yeah. That’s right. I guess it was you. My mind’s all over the place right now.”
“Maybe we take a break for some of those smooches.”
I laugh—a full, uninhibited laugh at something Ryan said to me. Wow. Things have changed over the past week.
“Don’t laugh at me too much, or you won’t get any smooches.”
“You can only get away with saying smooches so many times.”
“Just trying to gauge where the line is.”
“That’s what you do, like, all the time, isn’t it?”
He surely knows I’m referring to his mischievous behavior because he arches his eyebrows. “I’ve been good this week.”
He’s not wrong.
“Since we started messing around, you have been,” I observe. “Maybe you just need to make sure to get off a couple of times a day, and then you’re not so bad.”
“Not so bad supposed to be a compliment?”
“I didn’t think a guy like you needed any of those.”
“Guess you don’t know me as well as you think because I love a compliment. And I think I know how to get one from you.”
He leans in, moving slowly, and as much as I want another kiss, I sneak a look at the clock on my nightstand. “We’ve got ten minutes before we have to be out of here.” Ryan groans before I add, “We need to get through this routine once more before TaskFrat. Then we’ll call it for the night.”
He leans back, his gaze wandering before he turns a mischievous glance my way. “Or we could sneak in a quick jerk-off session?”
“Is that all you ever think about?” I ask, though his inquiry makes my dick a little twitchy. “If we only ever fuck around, then you won’t learn any tango moves and I won’t get any practice.”
He sighs. “No fun, but sure.” He offers a quick peck before we get back up, finding our rhythm and completing the half-turn, two ochos, before we stop again.
“There we go,” I say. “We actually made it through a tiny circle around my room.”
“I think I deserve a smooch for that.”
I laugh and offer a quick kiss, which apparently isn’t enough for him, since he grabs the back of my head, keeping me close, and my lips surrender to him. We release each other’s hands, and his settles on my waist, navigating around the chest plate to my back. His tongue sweeps across mine in that expert way he has—in that way that makes me forget about everything, even what the hell we were doing.