Page 12 of Dibs
“You didn’t notice her flirting with you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought maybe she was just friendly.”
“Well, she tried to get friendly with Richards too.”
“What did he do?”
“He laughed it off and then found another girl to talk to.”
“Sorry, man. That sounds like a whole lot of drama. “
Chase wasn’t wrong. Drama had always been a part of my relationship with Lisa. Still, I couldn’t quite seem to break things off for good with her. I’d hoped moving away from home would have allowed us to move on from each other, but that hadn’t seemed to work.
“Enough about my fucked-up relationship. We don’t have school or practice tomorrow, so I’m getting drunk.”
Chase handed me the bottle, and I poured us another shot. An hour later, more than half the bottle was gone, and I was feeling good.
“You think the Lambda party is still going?” he asked.
“Doubtful. It was dying down when I left. Why?”
“Because I’m still fucking horny,” he said as he adjusted his junk.
“I could help you with that.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying.
His head whipped around. “How drunk are you?”
“Pretty damn wasted,” I lied. I could feel the effects of the alcohol, but I wasn’t completely fucked up.
He laughed. “Well, don’t go around offering shit you won’t follow through on.”
“Who said I wouldn’t follow through?” I challenged.
“Okay, prove it.” He smirked.
“You need to take off your sweats first.”
Without hesitation, he stood and pushed his pants down. I eagerly shuffled to the edge of my bed, coming eye-level with his dick and a bit of panic seeped in. Was I really going to help my roommate get off?
“See, I knew you wouldn’t—”
I grabbed ahold of his length and began stroking him. The doubt in his words was all I needed to spur me into action, my competitive nature taking over. My eyes focused on where my hand wrapped around him, and the concern I’d felt just moments before had faded away and was quickly replaced by my desire to make Chase feel good.
“Holy shit,” he groaned as I fisted him a little tighter.
His cock grew harder under my touch, and it was a bit of an ego boost knowing I affected him. After a few more strokes a drop of pre-cum formed at his tip, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and licking it away.
“Fuck, do that again,” he groaned.
I peered up at him. “You liked that?”
His eyes were screwed closed. “A tongue licking my dick? Hell yeah, I liked that.”
I repeated the motion, eliciting another groan from my roommate. The next time, I started at the base, trailed my tongue along the underside of his hard rod, and then swirled it around the tip.
“Is that all you got?” he gritted out, placing a hand on the back of my head.
Without another thought, I opened my mouth and started to suck him off. My dick was uncomfortably hard inside my jeans, so I quickly unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper to relieve some of the pressure.
