Chapter 1 #2
Snickering at my protest, he gestured to the love seat beside the couch. “You have a lot more to learn than that. Sit.”
Dropping my book bag by the door, my feet obeyed his authoritative command without my permission. I couldn’t believe I sat down to continue watching the spectacle up close. “What the hell is wrong with me for staying?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being curious,” Harley replied. “Relax. Enjoy the show.”
As the man bobbed his head along Harley’s length, he worked the parts he couldn’t fit in his mouth with his fist. I had received plenty of blow jobs from women in my life, but seeing it up close from that angle was oddly fascinating.
It also gave me a sense of scale about how fucking enormous Harley’s cock was.
“Damn, with a dick like that, no wonder you’re such an arrogant bastard. ”
He chuckled as he arched his back with another breathy sigh that made my pants grow tighter. “One reason amongst many.”
The longer I watched, the more curious I became. Since I never held anything back from Harley, I figured asking questions was fair game. “What does this make you?”
“Fucking horny as hell and dying to come,” he groaned, tightening his grip on the man’s hair as he guided his movements.
I rolled my eyes at his answer. “No, I meant, does this make you a top or bottom?”
He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Which do you think?”
“If he’s pleasuring you, then you’d be the top, since he’s doing all the work to take care of you,” I said, my cheeks flushing from my choice of words. “But he’s also the one controlling your pleasure, which would make you the bottom. So, which is it?”
“Either, neither, or both.” Harley chuckled at my exasperated huff. “As long as it feels good, I don’t give a shit what label we slap on it.”
His response sparked a question I found dangerously intriguing. “You bottom?”
“Top me and find out,” he shot back with a flirty wink.
My face turned crimson, and an undignified squeak escaped me. Just as I was about to unleash a smart-ass retort to mask my embarrassment, a brilliant idea struck me. “Wait, that’s a fantastic idea!”
His eyebrows shot up, and for a brief second, his signature cool vanished. “Is it?”
“Absolutely! This is genius,” I said, my excitement bubbling as everything clicked into place. “Mom wants me to date another ‘nice girl,’ but we both know she’d prefer you. So if you were my fake boyfriend, then that would be my Get Out of Jail Free card.”
“I must say, finally asking me to be your boyfriend while I’m in the middle of receiving a blow job from another guy is a bold move.”
“Fake boyfriend,” I corrected him. “You can come home with me for spring break, and we’ll convince my family we’re dating for real. That way, I can dodge any more of her matchmaking disasters.”
The heated look in his eyes made my heart hammer against my ribs like it was trying to escape the scene of the crime. “It doesn’t have to be fake, you know.”
I swallowed nervously, my brain felt overloaded by the tantalizing possibility. My voice trembled as I tried to downplay his reaction. “Forgive me for not taking your offer seriously while you have another guy literally sucking your dick right now.”
He snorted at that. “Look, if you want to do some hangin’ and bangin’, all you have to do is ask.”
I snickered at his ridiculous remark. “This is as close to ‘hanging and banging’ as I ever want to get with you, thanks.”
“But think about how much better it could feel if you let me pamper you properly.” Harley tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he arched up. “Ryker,” he moaned with lust as he climaxed.
The sultry sight seared itself into my memory, ensuring I’d be revisiting it later in the solitude of my bedroom, whether I liked it or not. Hearing my name roll off his luscious lips made my erection throb, leaving me desperate to come, straightness be damned.
I watched, wide-eyed, as the man swallowed Harley’s release, then theatrically cleaned him with his tongue. It only intensified the situation in my pants. He then shifted to straddle my best friend’s lap, giving him a seductive look. “Is it my turn now?”
His question made my gaze drop, and I noticed he was rock hard, with beads of precum glistening on his tip. He wasn’t as long or thick as Harley, and he didn’t stir the same confusion within me that my friend did. What the hell did that mean?
Harley took the man’s cock in hand and stroked it, making me squirm on the love seat.
I could almost feel his touch on my dick in a phantom caress, sending my heart into orbit.
I was riveted as Harley kissed his way up the man’s neck before claiming his slick, swollen lips in a kiss so hot it would make a volcano jealous.
Seeing my best friend in total command, exuding enough sex appeal to override my common sense and make me hornier than a rabbit in heat, was almost more than I could bear.
I couldn’t stop picturing him dominating my desires, forcing me to surrender as he made out with me while working his magic touch on my dick.
It pushed me to the edge, even though I hadn’t laid a finger on myself.
The man’s hips desperately rocked as he fucked Harley’s fist, whimpering into their kiss.
I stopped breathing. Harley held my gaze while kissing the man’s neck again.
The look in his cobalt eyes wasn’t just fire; it was a supernova of smug victory aimed directly at me.
It sent delightful shivers through me as I imagined his lips and heated breath against my skin.
I shouldn’t have been jealous or wanted to shove the guy off Harley and demand my best friend get me off. It wouldn’t take much, considering I was teetering on the verge of plausible deniability about still being straight.
The man’s sounds grew more desperate, and he nearly shouted my friend’s name as he came all over his hand.
Harley pinned me under his intense gaze as he licked the cum off his hand. With a full-body shudder, I came in my pants with a whimper that made his eyes flash with unadulterated triumph.
He smirked, clearly aware of what he had done to me. “I’m really looking forward to being your boyfriend when we go visit your family over break.”
“Fake boyfriend,” I reminded him, hating the tremor in my voice.
“Sure.” His tone was airy, as if he didn’t buy my insistence that it would all be a ruse to get my mom off my back. “So fake it’ll be real.”
Unable to conjure a witty retort or fully process what had just transpired, I abruptly stood up, desperate to escape. Ignoring the sticky evidence of my total humiliation, I mumbled something incoherent about homework and left Harley with his conquest.
Shutting my bedroom door behind me, I hung my head with a heavy sigh.
Today had officially been fucking weird.