When he’s about to come, his accent gets so thick, it’s barely understandable.
“Fuck, that’s it, treat. Come for me.”
“Oh, God, Static!”
“Say my name, darlin’.Fuck.”
Heat bursts from my groin, and a hot wetness soaks the inside of my pants. I stroke myself through the aftershocks until I’m trembling and my knees feel weak.
“Damn, you’re so good,” Static says breathily through the line, and I startle, having nearly forgotten everything that just occurred.
My eyes widen, and ice fills my veins. “I… I can’t…”
“Darlin’—”
“I’m sorry.” And I hang up, tossing my phone on the bed before dropping face first onto it with a groan.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Whatwasthat?
Even with my face covered, I can feel the room spinning and my stomach clenching with the need to vomit. My clothes stick to the front of me uncomfortably, and I itch to take them off, butI can’t move.
Blood rushes in my ears, and the sound of my heart thumping fills my head until it’s the only thing I can feel. I roll over onto my back with a gasping breath to stare up at the spinning ceiling, not seeing anything but dark spots as they dance in front of my eyes.
What did I just do?
And…
And why did I like it so much?
God, help me, I’m so messed up.
Static has textedme numerous times over the last few days, and I’ve managed to ignore every single one.
I’m honestly not sure how when I clearly show no signs of self-control, but I’ve been trying to surround myself with my roommates constantly, so I have an excuse not to look at my phone. And then, by the time I go to bed, I’m so exhausted, I just pass out.
It seems to be working so far.
“So, what’s up with you, man?”
Or I thought it was.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not like we don’t mind the company,” Lenny says, shaking his head with a laugh as he playsGTAon the T.V. “But you’ve been hanging around more than ever before so…”
“So, what’s up?” Collin interrupts, and my face turns red. I didn’t know I was being so transparent.
“Oh, give him a break,” Kane says, slapping me on the shoulder as he takes a seat beside me, his own take-out container in hand. We got Indian food tonight, which I’ve never had before, but I freakinglovechicken tikka masala.
“I just, I, uh…” I trail off, uncertain of how to explain myself.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Kane assures me before taking a bite of his food. It smells spicy.
“I-I feel like I do. I’ve just. Well. You all know I’ve never done this before, and I guess I’m still just trying to… I don’t know, find my way? Figure out what’s best? I didn’t want to be too anti-social, but homework is too consuming. But if I’m being too much, p-please just let m-me know?—”
“Nonsense!” Lenny says, throwing his hand in the air to clap mine. “We love havin’ you around, little dude.”
