Page 49 of Double Dared
I came closer to him and slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, Jason.”
“What did I do?” he asked.
Everything. He’d done everything that night at the bar, when I’d been sulking that Harrison would pull away from me, when I’d still been pretending for myself that kissing Harrison was just a ploy to make Emma jealous and not the product of so many stormy, confusing feelings that had enslaved me for weeks. “You helped me see,” I said simply. “And now I can’t unsee it.”
“He’s definitely something to look at,” Jason agreed.
“You’re not allowed to look at anyone other than Bennet,” I said.
Jason laughed. “Those were Bennet’s words, actually. He said so last night.”
I smiled, feeling this strange pride that other people found Harrison attractive. “Mine.”
Jason grinned harder. “Tell me everything.”
“You won’t pry everything out of me with an iron rod, but I’ll tell you this,” I said. “I don’t think I ever felt this…satisfied.”
Peanut wagged his big tail and carried his tennis ball toward the door of the house, so Jason and I walked there together. “I hope you mean this asemotional satisfaction, because I don’t want to know otherwise.”
I laughed and punched his shoulder. “Yeah, asshole. That’s what I mean.”
We stepped inside the house, and Jason hesitated, then shot me a casual look. “What about that girl you were trying to make jealous?” he asked.
“What about her?” I asked, a little testily. I poured myself a glass of juice from the pitcher in the fridge, while Jason washed his hands in the sink. “To be honest,” I continued, “I’m trying not to overthink things. It’s all very confusing. For one, I’m suddenly kinda gay.” The word didn’t feel right. “Or bi, I guess.” But that wasn’t exactly it either.
“Maybe you’re pan,” Jason said. “And you guys have chemistry. That much is obvious to everyone.”
I glanced at him and smiled, nodding my agreement. Yeah. We had chemistry. We had biology and arts and PE, too, all things considered.
I got ready for a lecture, but Harrison was on my mind all morning. I could still feel him, could feel the press of his muscles against mine, could feel his ass smashing against my groin and his lips dragging down my chest and his tongue on mine. I could feel the warmth of him, the tightness around my fingers when I entered him and stretched him. But above all that, I could feel his chest rising and falling under my head and arm as we slept together through the night.
That big, beautiful guy, with a mustache that seared my skin where it touched me, with eyes likemelting chocolate, with words of a dictionary and thoughts of a philosopher and liberty of a Bohemian, lingered before my eyes until I was back in my room, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Jason had asked the tough question. Emma was supposedly happy, but I couldn’t let myself completely forget that Harrison had, until the other day, been heartbroken enough to want to do anything, anything at all, just to catch her attention for a passing moment.
I pushed Emma out of my thoughts the only way I knew how. I forced myself to think of Harrison and Harrison alone. Harrison on his knees this morning, sun shining on the back of his head as he sucked my dick. Harrison feeding me sweet French toast while the syrup dripped down my chin. Harrison pressing me against the door before I stepped out of his apartment, hand on my waist, mouth on my mouth.
I pushed my hand down into my sweatpants, feeling myself as the heat grew from a spark to a full flame inside my chest and stomach. But it was his thumb this morning that left the strongest impression on me, the strangest.
My hand moved down to my balls, gripping them softly, then harder, as I worked up the courage to try what he had done to me already.
I could hear Harrison’s groans as I’d entered him. I could see the ripple of tension in his muscles as he shuddered and thrust himself against me. It looked like it felt so good.
My finger moved down my taint, then foundmy hole. It circled it gently, pressing little by little as my breath grew shallower and my teeth closed around my lip.
White heat rose through me as I pressed my finger harder, feeling my hole tense and relax against the intrusion, and my dick got so hard that it ached.
Stay horny for me, he’d said.
I pulled my hand out of my pants and breathed hard. It was hotter than I’d realized. Then again, I’d never thought about it. I’d never been tempted or curious enough to try it.
I couldn’t say if it felt as good as I imagined from seeing Harrison take my dick, but I knew that I wanted to find out. And the only way I wanted to find out was with him. Not like this. Not alone in my room, but with Harrison towering over me, my legs curled around his waist.
I stopped those thoughts right away. If I let myself daydream about it, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I would go for a cheap pleasure instead of waiting for the real thing.
My phone buzzed on the desk, and I got out of bed to see what was up.
Thinking of you, the message read.
