I told them I would do what it takes, even if Clayton isn’t my type, but if that is the case, why is my heart beating so hard?
Clayton is looking at me like I’m holding the world on my shoulders. His eyes light up with a sparkle that isn’t usually there. Anytime we have passed by on campus. Anytime that we have been near each other in class. That glint of something special? It’s never been there, and it’s never been there, especially towards me.
God, I’m fucked. I’m so royally fucked.
“Well, that was a show,” Dax says, his voice muffled. My heart is racing so hard that I could barely hear his voice over the echoing beat.
“I have to go,” Clayton says, rising abruptly as he shoves his fist against his crotch.
I didn't make him stay this time. I let him go.
Chapter 7
Maxwell
“Whatthehellwasthat?” Maverick says when Clayton is gone.
I don’t answer right away, still trying to regulate my breathing.
“It was the dare. You dared me to kiss him.”
“That wasn’t a kiss. That was akiss,” Dax grunts. “A little bit of a gay kiss, honestly.”
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not gay. You dared, I did it.” I responded, but my voice cracked.
“Right,” Maverick scoffs.
“I’m not!” I rise to my feet, grabbing one of the shot glasses off the table and downing it. During the last hour of playing truth or dare, we’ve had someone come and drop off drinks and shots for us. All of the ones that were served to Clayton still sit there, full and untouched.
Trying to get my friends off my back about being gay,which I’m not,I grab the closest girl to me. Don’t even register what they look like or who they are. I drag their face into mine, our lips locking, and she shoves at me. Backing away, I look her in the eye, but when she realizes who I am, she pulls me back into her. Arms slinking around my neck and her tongue shoving into my mouth, but something is off.
Usually, making out with a girl makes my dick hard, knowing that something more might be coming, but this is falling flat. My dick stays completely soft in my jeans.
I lean back, pulling away from her mouth to see who it is. It’s a girl I’ve been with before, Amberlyn. She wasn’t bad. Actually, Amberlyn is a girl higher up on my list. Someone I know I would’ve gone with again.
The taste of vodka lingers on my lips from hers and I like it. So, why isn’t my dick hard?
“Let’s go,” I say to her, and all she does is giggle and follow my lead. Dragging her to the bathroom in the dining hall, shoving through the crowd to get there. I shove the door open, pushing us inside.
“I’ve missed you,” she coos, coming toward me. Her arms wrap around my neck again.
My lips find hers, our tongues dance a little more, but nothing comes. I think of what it feels like to be inside of her. That slick, tight feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her, but all I seem to see behind my eyelids is one six-foot-four blonde nerd with black glasses.
It’s the alcohol I’ve had mixed with the kiss.
My body is just confused.
Before I have the chance to do anything, Amberlyn is stripping. Her dark hair is over her shoulder, hiding her breast, but I swipe her hair away. Big blue eyes stare at me, filled with lust and want and need.
My dick twitches at the sight.Finally, some movement.
Her hand slides down my pants, gripping my cock, and balls. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and a small groan escaped.
I undo my belt and slide down my jeans before I push Amberlyn over the bathroom counter. Hiking up her skirt, sliding her panties to the side, I run a finger over her slit and spread her arousal.
Pumping my half-hard cock with my free hand, I line up with her entrance and shove in without warning. She slams a hand against the counter, a moan falling from her lips from the harsh intrusion.
I buck my hips wildly, faster and harder, but my cock only stays semi-hard, and she doesn’t moan.
