Page 46 of One More Dare
And neither can I.
I also can’t believe how strong of a physical reaction I have to the title. Like a shot of lust straight to my core that has my dick immediately twitching as it grows hard.
One of my hookups tried to call me that once, and I shut it down because with them it didn’t do anything for me, but the word coming out ofhisbratty mouth? It gives it a whole new meaning.
I think it’s safe to say that I’m definitely attracted to Porter. My erection isn’t flagging at all, and I don’t want this moment to end. I know I told myself I wouldn’t do anything to risk our friendship, but he’s been playing into this moment just as much as I have. Maybe I don’t need to overthink it.
“You want to be a good boy for me?” I hear the words slip out and in a lower tone than I normally use. I’ve never called anyone a good girl or boy before, but a bolt of adrenaline runs through me, making me realize just how much I liked calling him that.
Porter stops giggling instantly at my question and looks up at me. His pupils are blown wide as he responds, “I don’t know, Daddy. What are you going to do if I don’t behave?”
My heart is beating at an uncontrollable rate. I’m shocked it hasn’t broken free from my ribs yet. He’s smirking again, challenging me. I don’t know what the fuck is even happening rightnow between us, but I don’t want to shut it down. My dick is rock-hard. It’s strange to be experiencing this much tension with him when this is all so new to me, but it doesn’t feel wrong at all. Once again, my mind snags on how pretty he is.
Yup. I’m definitely attracted to him.
I have no idea how he wants me to respond, though, so I try to just go with it, to not think too hard when I lean in and whisper, “Bad boys get punished and good boys get rewarded. It’s up to you, Porter. Are you going to let me take care of you? Will you eat your food like I asked you to? Or do you need more convincing?”
Honestly, I’m not sure what I want his response to be. Do I want something to happen between us? I think I do, but he’s also drunk, so tonight is not the night. I should focus on taking care of him, making sure he eats so he’ll feel better tomorrow. I truly don’t know what I’ll do if he pushes back.
He blinks a few times before finally responding with a groan. “I’m too drunk to decide. Those both sound like excellent options.”
“Eat your damn food before it gets cold,” I order, laughing as I make the decision for both of us. He sticks his bottom lip out in an attempt to pout, but the tension fades a bit as the amusement obviously shining in his eyes gives away how he’s really feeling. After finishing a taco, he holds his empty cup up toward me, shaking it back and forth. I laugh again and raise both of my brows. “Did you want more water?”
He bats his eyelashes and offers me a sweet smile. “I thought you wanted to take care of me?”
I snatch the glass out of his hand and mutter “brat” as I go to fill it back up from the fridge. I set it on the coffee table in front of him when I return, hesitating. He’s eating now, so I don’t really have anything else to ask of him, and I’m not sure if he’ll want me to stay after that whole flirty exchange.
Is it even fair of me to stay when I’ve realized I’m attractedto him and haven’t said anything? Or does it only matter if I act on those feelings? Obviously even if I stay, I won’t act on them tonight. He’s drunk, and I care about him. This could never be one of my typical one-night-stand situations.
But I also don’t want to leave if he wants me to stay. I don’t want him to think he did anything wrong joking around like we have been.
I should tell him the truth, that I’m less straight than I’d assumed. But again, I don’t think now is the right time with how much he’s drunk. Fuck.
“Did you want me to stay tonight?” I finally ask, deciding to let him make the choice. “I have practice tomorrow morning, so I’ll have to leave pretty early if I do.”
“Yep.” After a few more bites, he stands. “I’m going to sleep. You comin’?”
Not exactly begging for my company like I’d secretly hoped, but I think he still wants me here, so I follow him to his bedroom. He strips out of his clothes down to… briefs? Holy shit, no, those are way too pretty to be briefs. Oh fuck, lace is hugging his slender hips. I have to bite back a groan. “Are you wearing panties?” I blurt, unable to stop myself. He let it slip on his birthday that he was wearing them, but tonight, actually seeing the material on him is turning me on far more than even that threesome video did.
He whips his head around and wiggles his ass at me, smiling back in full force. “You like?” Then he starts pulling the band down lower, and my jaw falls open. I’m not strong enough for this. I should stop him. He’s had too much to drink. One more second, and I’ll say something. Fuck, how did I not know I’m attracted to men? This is so sexy.
But then he’s pulling the lace back up, laughing, probably at the shocked look on my face.
“I do,” I finally admit. My eyes are glued to his firm ass as I take in the black fabric with lace lining the top. He turns back toface me, and my attention is immediately drawn to his covered cock. The front of the underwear looks like it’s got extra space for his dick, and even with that, it’s beginning to stretch the fabric.
Is he also hard? Is he attracted to me too? Or is it just the situation? He’s gay and putting on a striptease for another man. Maybe that’s enough to get him going.
I realize I’m still ogling him as my eyes dart back up to his.
“I didn’t mean to stare,” I rush out, cheeks heating. My head’s all over the place, and I can’t really focus on all the questions I have right now as he smirks at me. “I just… You look… Wow. I don’t have words.”
“That’s the exact kind of reaction I was hoping to elicit from someone who’d be willing to pin me down and fuck me,” he teases, and my heart rate picks up again. Does he mean me? Are we back to jokingly flirting around or is he trying to tell me something? I open my mouth—to ask what, I don’t even know—but he continues before I have the chance. “But I’ll go change, since it’s just us.”
“No!” I blurt, surprising myself, but I hate that idea. I don’t want him to put another piece of clothing on. I just want to admire him in his panties. “I mean… You don’t have to.” Shit. What am I saying?
“I don’t like to sleep in these anyway,” he dismisses, then heads into the bathroom, calling out as he continues so I can hear him. “They’re really just meant to give me a confidence boost and make men weak in the knees. I thought I might get lucky tonight since the bar was full of queer men. Guess one of two tonight isn’t bad.”
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. I want to admit he’s done both. I’m definitely weak for him, but I bite my tongue as he shuts the door behind him.
