But basically, if I don’t get over there and let Hailey suck my dick along with Alex’s, he’s going to think that I won’t do it because I’m afraid I’ll like it too much.
Which is exactly what I fear. So… what the actual fuck have I gotten myself into?
This is the weirdest drunk I’ve ever been, and I swear I will never drink vodka again.
Shoving off the wall, I walk to his side, glancing down at him. He’s looking at me like he won, and maybe he did. It annoys me, but also… this is Alex, and I know he won’t say anything. So, what the hell?
“When in Vegas,” I mutter as I undo my fly.
“Take off your shirt,” Hailey says.
I do, tossing it away. While she licks Alex’s glistening dick, she unbuttons my pants and shoves them down.
My dick springs free and she moans as she eyes it, grasping it with her small hand and stroking me. I groan, my head falling back on my shoulders. It’s such a relief to get pleasure from something that isn’t my own hand. When she puts her mouth on me, I have to shift my weight so I don’t fall over because it feels so damn good.
“Fuck,” I hiss, looking down at her as she takes as much of me into her mouth as possible. From the corner of my eye, I sneak a glance at Alex’s dick in her hand. I lick my lips, which have suddenly gone dry.
I feel him watching me, but I won’t make eye contact. I can’t. That’s too fucking much. It’s bad enough I’m already on the edge of panicking, but I need this so fucking badly.
My eyes fall closed. Maybe if I pretend Alex isn’t here, this will be easier. Only that’s when the panic really hits because I feel my dick softening.
No, no, no. Fuck.No.
My breathing gets heavier and I open my eyes, panic swelling in my chest. If I get soft right now, in front of her and him—I’m not sure I could handle that embarrassment. No, I don’t think Alex will say anything but knowing that he will carry around that information will fucking kill me. I can deal with this shit on my own, but if someone else knows I struggle to stay hard duringsex at twenty-one… Yeah, there’s no fucking way I can handle that kind of shame.
There’s this little voice in my head telling me how to fix it, but I push it away because what it’s suggesting is fucking crazy. Absurd. But the thought has my dick growing again, and I think maybe if I give it a try, I’ll have my answer.
I’m just terrified of what that answer is.
Hailey moans around me, sucking my dick like it’s her goddamn lifeline. The voice in my head grows louder. Louder and louder and louder until I can’t ignore it anymore. I flick my gaze to Alex. His dark green eyes are wide as he watches me, filled with lust and heat.
My heart flips in my chest, my stomach fills with butterflies, and that’s when I know that I am seriously fucked.
So… why not make it worse?
When in Vegas, I guess.
It all happens so fast, and I hardly remember gripping the back of his neck, but I pull him to me, needing to know if he’ll kiss me the same way he kissed her. I need to know if what I tasted on her earlier was him. I need to fucking know if there is something wrong with my dick… or if I’m just not into girls like I’ve thought. Every time I’ve thought about this being a possibility, I’ve gone into a crippling panic. As the thought goes through my mind now, with Alex kissing me better than I’ve ever been kissed before, a calmness washes over my body.
His mouth moves against mine hungrily and the deepest groan escapes his throat.
He’s eager and trying to take charge, but something switches when this realization hits me. The panic gives way to a rush of feeling that is some strange mix of fear and relief. I feel like I can’t breathe, yet I can breathe better than ever. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour, but not in the way a panic attack makes it.
I feel for the chain around his neck, gripping onto the ring and I tug it hard.He gasps against my mouth, and I take control of this situation.
“Oh my God, that’s so hot,” Hailey says. It fuels me on to kiss Alex more.
His lips turn up into a smile as he kisses me, and I know immediately that what I tasted on her is him. Sweet and bitter.
As the adrenaline floods through my veins, the calm starts to wear off and in comes the panic again.
What the hell does this mean?
I pull away, frowning at him, hating everything that just happened but loving it so much more.
Alex looks dazed, his lips parted and swollen. I drop the ring.
What does this mean?
