8. Nick
When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, was starfished on my belly on my bed, drool sticking my face to the saliva-sticky sheets.
My head throbbing with the melodic charm of my alarm.
It took a couple tries, but I managed to get my hand over the clock, silencing the sound to leave me alone with the faint ringing in my ears.
What the fuck happened?
I wracked my brain, trying to pull any memory.
Caleb came over bitching about… his dad and some girl.
We got burgers.
And then I… went into rut.
Right.
Me lleva la chingada.
It all came flooding back to me. Kissing Caleb, fucking him.
The bet.
One I wasn’t even sure I wanted to actually keep. I’d agreed cause I was horny, and wanted to rile up Caleb. Which was definitely the right move, as I found out. I’d never felt so good after a rut.
I was up early enough that I could potentially still go to work, and all my symptoms were gone. Fucking Caleb really did wonders I guess. Much better than my usual strategy of locking myself in my room and fucking into my hand until my cock was numb. Only to pass out and do it all over again.
My hand felt around the bed until I landed on my phone. Surprisingly, it had some battery left. I had a memory of Caleb’s new step-sister being hot, easily hot enough for me to win this stupid bet, but I couldn’t quite place what she looked like.
I fished through my hazy memories for her name.
Ivy King.
Once I remembered, I typed in searches until her profile came up.
Oh yeah, exactly as fine as I remembered.
This was going to be easy.
I clicked on one of the photos of her from the beach. Her skin was golden from the sun as she knelt in the water, looking up at the camera with those big, blue eyes shimmering with happiness.
My mind wandered to what she’d smell like, what she’d taste like. How soft her lips would feel wrapped around my cock… How would she stack up to Caleb?
If I could’ve gotten hard again, I would’ve as my thoughts strayed to my best friend, but it seemed that he’d really drained me dry.
Still, my interest in the idea made me nervous. It wasn’t like I could just call him up to talk about it. No, I was going to have to do something drastic to push this shit aside. Make it seem like the mistake that it clearly was.
Of course, the solution had practically been spoon fed to me just a couple hours before.
The bet. Yeah, it was definitely still on.
I stood, stretching my aching limbs, letting each of my joints pop as I tried to loosen the tension making me feel stiff. Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I had to get to work. God knew I needed the money.
Before I could get distracted with a sorely needed shower, I took a screenshot of the photo, and flipped to my texts with Caleb. Sending the image along with a single text.
Game on, feíto.