Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I strip down, grab some lube from my nightstand, and lie in bed. I get situated and start thinking about Deidre. She’s the last girl I hooked up with, and it was like fucking fire. Sparks flew as we tossed around my bed. She was near weightless and just wanted to be pounded. I ran out of steam toward the end but had to push myself to keep going, passionate about making sure she came. And fuck, when she came…
But just as I’m really getting going, the image of Lance springs to mind. The way his ass was pushed back against my pelvis, wiggling about.
I try to ignore the thought, but suddenly, when I’m trying to think about messing with Deidre, all I can see is Lance under me, his sexy body, that great view of him in his G-string.
I envision him taking my cock, his expression all twisted up. Heat rushes to my face, and I find myself not resisting the fantasy. If this is something I’m into, then I want to know. And it’s not like I’ll ever have to tell Lance about this little innocent fantasy. Besides, it’ll probably make me soft the longer I think about it.
So I really get in there, imagine him calling out my name, letting me toss him around on the bed—no, begging for it. It’s the kind of fucking we would share—wild, competitive, sweat-filled fucking. In my mind, he’s not holding anything back as I take him. Make him mine.
“Yes, you’re mine,” I mutter as I realize my cock is stiffer than I can remember it ever being while I’ve jerked off.
In my dirty fantasy, his mouth is hanging open as he calls out my damn name and—
I grunt as my hips thrust forward repeatedly, cum shooting out, shocking me as I feel the warmth against my goddamn chest.
I never fucking shoot that far.
What the hell?
It takes me a minute to recover as the cum keeps spilling out in a second burst that lands on my navel, and then I collapse, my mind spiraling back through the intense fuck I imagined sharing with Lance.
Oh, fucking hell.
7
Lance
“How have you been?” Mom asks.
After my Biomedical Microscopy class, I had some free time, so I decided to give her a call. I make it a point to give my parents a call whenever I can. Since we lost Kacey, we all know we must take advantage of every precious moment since we never know how many we’ll have left.
“Work and school,” I reply. “Been hectic the past few weeks but managing.”
“And how was TaskFrat? You haven’t mentioned it. Do I need to expect Shirley to send me a video of you in a…I don’t know…what’s worse than a G-string?”
Shirley is Mom’s friend, who apparently is active enough on social media to catch when one of the latest TaskFrat TikTok videos is trending.
“No G-string,” I reply, which gets her laughing.
I tell her about the event last Friday—conveniently leaving out the bit about having a raging boner for Ty and our subsequent conversation at Beta Pi. She doesn’t need to know I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Ty Lancaster.
And not in my usual, fun-rivalry way.
I’ve tested our theory that it might be from lack of jerking off…several times. But it hasn’t done anything to keep me from blushing whenever I think about what happened. My dick plumps up every time I think about the way he was rubbing against my ass during the challenge.
“It sounds like it was fun,” Mom says.
Fun isn’t the word I’d use for any of this. Just weird.
“So I imagine Ty wasn’t too thrilled that you were tied with him,” Mom adds.
This is what I get for having a healthy relationship with my mom and telling her about all the stuff in my life. I love her, but fuck, should’ve known I couldn’t talk to her about Ty too much without potentially piquing her curiosity.
“Yeah, he wasn’t thrilled. But hey, I’m planning to meet Ash over at the library soon, so I’ll call you later and we can chat about your day some.”
“I feel like you’re avoiding something, but your mother knows you well enough to let you sort it out, and I’ll talk to you about whatever it is when you feel like.”
“Okay, Mom,” I groan.
We exchange I-love-yous and goodbyes. I feel bad for cutting our call short, but I wasn’t entirely dishonest. I am meeting Ash at the library, like I usually do on Tuesdays. At the same time, it’s not some urgent thing I needed to get off the phone with her for. But hey, it’ll give me extra study time, so I head over and get to it.
Ash isn’t here yet. Figure he’s swinging by the student center cafeteria to grab a jumbo chocolate-chip cookie, his favorite, and I do my best to concentrate on my Signals & Systems work.