Page 31 of Unexpected Prejudice

“Oh, for fuck sake, get a grip.” Rubbing my face with my sweaty palms, I sighed and turned on the TV to distract me from imagining Shay-Lee rubbing himself with my soap.

A few minutes later, the guy of my fucking dreams came out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs set dangerously low on his slim hips. Looking at his tight six-pack and Adonis belt made my mouth water. Reminding myself not to be a total creep, I forced myself to look back at the TV.

“What are you watching?” he asked, dropping his ass beside me on the couch.

I shrugged. “Nothing. For some reason, all the channels are in Spanish. Even the news.”

“That sucks.”

We stayed quiet while a soap opera from the ‘90s was playing. I tried to keep it cool, sitting there like a fossil, afraid to move a muscle. Was my breathing too loud? Could he hear it? Holy shit. What if he could hear how fast my heart was beating? Was it even possible to hear someone’s heart from five inches apart?

“I saw some cute girl talking to you at the party,” Shay-Lee said, breaking my inner turmoil.

“Oh, yeah. Laura.” Now that he mentioned Laura, I realized he hadn’t said anything about Chloe having a threesome with her best friend and Diesel.

“Did you fuck her?”

“What?” Shocked, I looked over at him, expecting to see him smiling, assuming he was joking, but he seemed serious.

“No, I didn’t,” I was quick to say.

He tilted his head and examined me with his sharp eyes. “Why not?”

“I—”

“She had nice tits,” he said before I could even answer, and I felt my temperature drop. “You don’t like a nice pair of tits?” His voice had a different edge to it. It was softer, smoother, seductive.

“N-no.”

“So, what do you like?” he asked, and I swore he shifted closer.

“I-I don’t know.” I slowly moved back on the couch in an attempt to create some space for my growing panic.

“Do you like small girls?” I shook my head, and he smirked. “How about big girls? With nice curves and soft skin?” He was definitely closer now, close enough for me to smell my shampoo on his damp hair.

My mouth went dry, and I had to clear my throat so I could speak. “I don’t like that, either.”

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t want a nice, pretty girl like Laura to sink your cock deep inside her wet pussy?”

Holy mother of God.

Hearing such filthy words coming out of his perfect mouth made all the blood in my body rush to my cock, which became painfully hard the closer Shay-Lee got.

I couldn’t get a word out. Hell, I could barely breathe, and Shay-Lee was absolutely aware of the way he made me feel.

By now, I was pressed against the arm of the couch, one of my legs on the floor, while Shay-Lee was practically leaning on top of me.

“What do you like, Jordan?” He grabbed my hand, slowly bringing it to his exposed chest and sliding it down his abs. Unable to look away, I watched as he moved my hand lower down his body, letting me trace every muscle I’d imagined touching for so long. His hot, smooth skin made it hard for me to breathe as my heart rate accelerated.

“Do you like that?” His voice was calm and addictive. I never did drugs in my life, but I was pretty sure that was how you felt under the influence.

I nodded. “Y-yes.” I hardly recognized my own voice. It was low, gravely, desperate.

“What about this?” He brought my hand to touch his lips, letting my finger trail the beautiful curves of his mouth. It was as soft and full as I imagined it to be. “Do you like my lips?”

“I do,” I answered, my fingers still caressing the soft velvet of his lips.

He smiled, sucking one of my fingers in and letting out a small moan. I was dumbstruck, clueless as to what to do while my dick throbbed and rubbed against my zipper, begging to be released. I had never been this hard before, and if Shay-Lee continued whatever he was doing to me, I was positive I’d come in my boxers without even touching myself.