We look good in our pictures. People could probably even jerk off to the one where you’re in the tank top and your biceps are out, even though they’re not nudes.
I’m in class right now.
Imagine the idea of someone stroking their dick to your pictures. Do you like that feeling?
Imagine yourself shutting up.
The winter formal is coming up soon. By then, people will think we’re fucking like bunnies.
Okay.
And maybe my then, you’ll tell me your secret and I actually *will* let you have my cock again. If you beg.
I lock my phone and watch the screen go black.
He teased me with the idea of filming me getting fucked until I was practically drooling for it.
And now it seems like that isn’t going to happen.
And he cannot fucking fathom how badly I’ve wanted to lose my virginity, for so goddamn long.
But now that he thinks I’m hiding something from him, he hasn’t really hung out around me at all, other than to come by every few days and ask to take a picture with me for Instagram.
My secret is still orbiting around me like a goddamn planet.
Circling my mind every hour, every minute, taunting me.
You’re a virgin. Just say it.
All I need to do is tell him the truth.
Great picture you posted of us, Niko. And by the way, I’ve never been dicked down before, even though my reputation is all about being dicked down.
Promise I’m not going to get attached if we fake it, but also, I’ve never done any of this with another soul before.
It all sounds bad.
And all I wanted was to get a little more experience before I let that cat out of the bag. Maybe another blow job, maybe something with my hands.
But lately, working out has been my only form of stress release.
I take off my gloves and head over to the edge of the room, chugging some water. The next time I grab my phone, there’s a new text. And that weight on my chest only gets heavier.
Like the new pic I posted, boyfriend?
I navigate to his profile and see that he just put up a photo he took of us this morning. It’s the two of us in the front room at Onyx House, and I’m about to dig into my plate of pancakes and eggs while he lounges on the couch across from me.
I glance at the comments below and my blood goes cold.
CallumXvX: Call me.
I frown at my phone.
Why thefuckis Niko’s ex asking him that?
Without thinking, I tap out a reply to his comment, hitting send before I can think better of it.
That brazen confidence, exploding out of me again, out of my control.
