“Hey, Ty,” Isay.
Ty looks at me with wide eyes. His hair is disheveled, his eyes puffy and with bags under them, and he’s still wearing the same clothes he went out in lastnight.
Walk ofshame.
And he’s totally not owning it, apparently bothered that his dad might know he was out drinking and fucking around with some girl last night and thismorning.
Although, I don’t know why the hell he thinks I’d have a problem with that. He’s in his twenties and can do whatever the hell he wants with his sex life as long as he’s safe and not being a complete asshole togirls.
“You…uh…seen Jesse around?” Tyasks.
“We went to the beachearlier.”
His eyes narrow, and I can’t tell if it’s because he thinks that’s strange or if he’s feeling the lingering effects of hishangover.
“He asked me about surfing when he came home last night, so I told him I’d show him some moves. He stayed back at the beach for a drink at one of thebars.”
“Oh, okay. I was gonna tell him that I had a busy night, so I’m gonna stay in bed the rest of theday.”
I wink at him. “Let me know if you need me to go out and get some ibuprofen orTylenol.”
Ty forces a smile. “That might not be such a bad idea,honestly.”
“I’ll grab some after I finish up some work stuff,” I lie. Work stuff is clearly a placeholder for fucking his friend Jesse, which I desperately want to get back to rightnow.
“Cool, cool. Thanks, Eric,” he says as he heads to the masterbedroom.
I should feel bad that I’m about to head back into my room and fuck the hell out of his friend, but it’s too late for guilt. I need to get in there and finish what westarted.
7
Jesse
Holy shit,that was close. Way too fuckingclose.
I hear the door shut, I assume to the master bedroom. This is my chance to change my mind. To do the right thing. But my dick keeps reminding me that the right thing is to finish what I started withEric.
What are we doing? Are we going to fuck? I don’t know how the hell to fuck aguy.
When I hear the door to Eric’s bedroom open, I slip out of thebathroom.
He saunters toward me, his eyes widening, his lips pulling together into an O shape. I detect the guilt in his expression—the reminder of what we both know, and what isn’t going to stopus.
I sit on the bed, and he crawls onto the mattress, moving toward me, slowly. We’re both being unusually quiet, I’m sure because neither of us wants to make a sound that will rouse Ty’ssuspicion.
Soon, I’m lying across the mattress and he’s over me, his breath rushing down against me. I tremble under his beautiful body. There are so many emotions racing through me—excitement, uneasiness,guilt.
He leans down like he’s about to kiss me, but stops short of mymouth.
“I hope you know we have to be real fucking quiet,” he whispers. His words stir sensations that run from my pelvis to my chest. He slides his hand close to my face and runs his fingers across my cheek, his gaze fixed on my lips. “God, you’regorgeous.”
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I say as I kiss himagain.
There’s that explosion of passion again—and it’s the sort that concerns me because it’s so easy to forget Ty is in the same condo when I just want to let go, to disappear into thisexperience.
He leans his body toward the nightstand, opens the drawer, and retrieves a box of condoms and a bottle oflube.
So many thoughts are racing through my head. Is he expecting me to take his dick? Or me to fuck him? I guess I could fuck him, but if he wants to get in me, that’s way beyond myexperience.
