Page 22 of Perfect Boy

And as I pull my clothes back on and watch him do the same, I have to wonder…

What the hell did I just do?

And why am I already imagining it happening again?

Watson

I drive home, gripping the steering wheel so tight that I’m surprised I don’t flatten the entire thing out. Less than an hour ago, I was balls deep inside my dream girl. She showed her cards tonight; she’s a dirty fucking girl. And I just so happen to be pretty fucking filthy myself.

When I mentioned what I’d do to her ass, she practically came undone on my cock right then. And all the times I called her my little slut? She fucking moaned so loud that the room next door could have heard her for all I know.

Because violence scares her, I wanted to make sure choking her wouldn’t put her over the edge. But when I asked if she wanted me to stop, she practically begged me not to. She fucking loved it. I can’t wait to see what other things she’ll love.

Because of how stubborn Ryann is, I had to make it sound like I was doing her a favor by fucking her. Like I was getting nothing out of it and it was strictly for her. She’s that way; it needs to be her idea. Her terms. But the truth is, I’ve wanted to be inside of her for fucking weeks. But now that I have, how the hell am I supposed to settle for only doing it once? She felt so good, wrapped around me, taking every inch like a fucking champ and ready for more. She was practically dripping at the sight of my cock in my hand, greedy to get her own hands on it. And holy fuck, when she reached out, stroking me…I could have blown my load right fucking then.

I know one thing to be true: before I fucked her, she couldn’t even complete a few steps of our dance because she was so wound up. I might have taken the edge off for today, but she’ll need me again.

Who wouldn’t want to have their dick used by the hottest chick at Brooks University? No, the hottest chick on the fucking planet.

Exactly. Sign me up. Use me, Ry baby.

I pull into my parking spot in front of the house to see everyone is home.

It used to be just Hunter, Cade, and me who lived here. But then Hunter’s sister, Haley, moved in too. I like having her around. She’s the furthest thing from organized, but she’s a sweetheart, and she cooks.

Also, she loves my mama’s candles that I keep in bulk at the house. Which is nice since no one else appreciates them.

Exiting the car, I head toward the front door and pull it open. Haley is perched on the counter, typing vigorously on her laptop with a huge bag of Nerds Clusters next to her. Those are probably the unhealthiest thing, but she is obsessed. Hunter is on the couch, scrolling on his phone. And of course, Cade is nowhere to be seen.

“What up, Watty?” Haley smiles, popping a piece of candy into her mouth. “Ballerina practice?”

An image of Ryann pushed up against the wall comes to my mind, and I feel a jolt run to my cock. But I shake my head, snapping myself out of it. “You know it.”

“How’s that going? Didn’t you say your partner hates you?” She takes a sip of her water. “That girl Ryann, is it? She’s freaking gorgeous.”

I think about Ryann’s teeth sinking into my shoulder, which doesn’t help with softening my cock at all.

“Uh, yeah, it’s going all right, I guess.” I start toward the stairs, not really wanting all of my roommates to see my full-blown hard-on. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back down in a few.” Walking by Hunter, I hold my hand up. “Hey.”

Not looking from his screen, he jerks his chin. “Sup?”

“Showering. I’ll be right back.” I head upstairs to my room, noticing Cade’s door is shut as I walk by.

While a lot of people tend to ignore Cade’s odd tendencies, I notice them more than anyone else. When he doesn’t come home. When he looks like a truck ran over him the night before. When he loses weight and sleeps in too late. So many things he does line up with the behavior of an addict or alcoholic. I know he drinks, and I know he smokes weed, but I hope to hell he isn’t doing anything else. He’s already been to rehab once.

Going into my room, I shut the door behind me. I look down at my sweatpants, and there’s no hiding the painful bulge I got from just thinking about being with Ryann.

I just hooked up with her an hour ago. And here I am, hard and ready for round two.

And she’ll want round two…eventually. I know she will.

Until then, it’s the shower. Me. And my hand. Oh, and thoughts of Ryann on her knees, sucking my cock.

Yep, that’ll have to do.

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Ryann

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