But he raises my boxers back up, then pushes to his feet. “Guess we need to get ready for class.”
“You seriously gonna leave me edging like that?”
He tilts his head back, like he’s putting that impressive jawline on display for me. “I kind of like the idea of edging you a little. Make you that much hungrier for me when you get home later.”
“Seriously?” I ask, unable to disguise my irritation, given how horny he’s made me.
“Oh yeah.” He heads to the bathroom, leaving me suspended in this state between arousal, confusion, and rage.
As he reaches the bathroom, he grabs a towel and starts toward me. “I’ll head to the communal shower to give you time to head out. That’s pretty considerate of me, right?”
“Still a fucking asshole,” I say as he opens the door, clearly not caring about covering that fat hard-on.
“Nothing wrong with edging you a little.” He takes hold of my cock and gives it another stroke, rubbing it in. “See you later, honey,” he teases with a wink.
“Honey?”
“You heard me.”
“Get the fuck out of here and take your shower.”
“Okay, see you tonight?”
“If that’s how I’m gonna get a BJ, I guess.”
He leans closer. “See you then.” He offers a quick peck on my lips…which I return without even thinking about it.
What the hell was that?
23
Ryan
Ienjoy mytime with Marty.
This isn’t like when I was first staying with him.
The fights.
The walking on eggshells.
The steadily intensifying resentment…between both of us, really.
I’ve successfully passed my probation period, and now Marty and I are playful, jokey even. Like when I first called himhoneythe other day. I went in for a peck, like someone who would say that to a boyfriend. I figured it’d be funny, but turns out, I liked it enough that now I keep doing it as a joke whenever one of us is about to head out, even demanding that he make sure to kiss me before he leaves, which we did this morning before heading over to the build Lance asked us about. A lot of the frats and sororities help out, especially when the housing project is running low on volunteers, so we recognize plenty of the people here, waiting in the front yard of what’s mostly a frame of two-by-fours and plywood. In a few minutes, the project coordinator will assign our responsibilities for the day.
In the meantime, I hang with my crew—Ty, Keegan, and Jaxon—but I keep glancing over at Marty, who’s with his buddies. Since Lance reminded us of how little time we have left of the semester, with finals looming in only two weeks, we have to takeadvantage of these final days with our buddies. Which means less fucking.
Not that either of us has gone without sex for very long. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m drained from what we got up to last night.
Marty chats up Angie, and I must admit I have a bit of a jealous streak. Although, he doesn’t look at her the way he used to—all doe-eyed, mouth hanging open. I try to keep from looking too much, but I can’t help myself, and when he catches my gaze, a visceral relief moves through me. It really shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Like, him winking at me shouldn’t make me smile, but there I go. It’s the sort of moment that reminds me Ang ain’t got nothing on me.
“Keeg, what do you think of her?” Jaxon asks, displaying his phone to Keeg. He’s always showing us some guy or girl he’s checking out on the apps.
“Ithinkyou’re surrounded by plenty of options,” Keegan says, “and maybe that’s where you should focus your attention.”
“Okay, so that’s a no? Swiping left.”
“That is not what I said.”
