My cock leaked precum in my damn shorts.
This girl was dangerous, and I was hooked.
“You’re not my sister, Selena, and I’ll never, ever see you that way.” I sighed, then leaned in and pushed her hair away from her ear. She shivered.
“So don’t defy me, or next time, I really will check… and you’ll have nowhere to hide.”
She stared at me, her gaze dropping to my lips. She looked flustered. Like I’d worked out a secret about her. Did arguing with me really make her wet? Just the thought was torture.
Then the door opened beside us.
Cal glanced between me and Selena. “What’s going on?”
Selena looked away first, her cheeks turning redder than when we’d been running.
“Nothing. I’m coming to practice, I just have to change my shirt,” I told him briskly and made my way past them.
My cock was solid as hell at this point, trapped painfully against my thigh by my shorts. I took the stairs two at a time and went straight to the bathroom, barely taking the time to close and lock both doors before taking myself out. I leaned over the sink and pumped my cock, spreading the copious precum over the head and down the shaft. If I closed my eyes, I could feel Selena’s ass squirming against my cock. So fucking close, yet so far. I wanted to ram inside her, feel her hot, snug walls flexing all around me. I wanted it so badly, I fisted my cock in two hands, imagining it was her cunt.Fuck.I shuddered, heat rising up my spine. Just the thought of coming inside her had my balls drawing up. I didn’t fantasize about things like that, ever. My father had drilled it out of me.
And yet, the thought of filling Selena up with my cum, watching as it dripped out of her after, maybe even pushing it back in, had me exploding. Jet after jet hit the porcelain of the sink, my cock pulsing desperately in my hands, making a right fucking mess. It couldn’t compare to the image lodged in my head of my cum welling out of Selena’s slit and dripping down her legs.
After I cleaned up, washed my hands, and splashed my face with water, I pulled my phone out my shorts and scrolled to Marcus’ number.
Me: Selena says she’s going on a date with a Hellion. Who is it?
Marcus: I don’t know who told you I’m easy, Sinclair, but it was a nasty lie. If I find out, what will you do for me?
Me: What do you want?
Marcus: A party. A rager. At your mega mansion. No expense spared, of course.
Me: Forget it.
I typed it out but paused before sending it. If I didn’t agree, then he wouldn’t find out for me. I deleted the message and typed out a new one.
Me: Fine. Whatever. But I choose when.
Marcus: Okay, but it has to be within the next month. Deal?
Me: Deal.
Selena
Hours after wrestlingaround with Brody outside the door for no damn good reason, I was leaving the campus coffee place when a whirlwind of motion banged into me.
“Oh my God! Just the person I was looking for!” It was Aisha. Her big brown eyes danced with excitement. “The list for second auditions is up!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Let’s go and see if we made the cut to get to round two. You did, I’m sure,” she said confidently.
“I’m sureyoudid. Come on. I can’t stand waiting,” I told her.
She nodded, and we turned in the direction of the drama building. I could certainly use a distraction. This morning had been playing on repeat in my head. It was possible I had a problem, and his name was Brody Sinclair. He had taken up residence in my mind, and I was having trouble getting him out.
The feeling of him under me had been something else. Something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Maybe ever. The sight of my hand on his bare chest had shocked me to my core. The most important thing about the whole situation was that it didn’t feel bad or wrong. It didn’t make me feel guilty or dirty or any of the other things I had feared that I would feel when touching a man. I hadn’t felt scared, either.
Aisha was talking about her classes. She was pre-med and was a certified smart cookie. Just listening to her talk made me feel smarter.
