Page 10 of Beautifully Devoted

“No? Why not.”

He tosses the controller down—obviously, Madden is over for today—and leans back against the cushions. “I haven’t found anyone I wanted to experiment with, you know.”

The wary look he’s giving me suggests he doesn’t think I’ll understand that, but I actually do, considering I was just asking myself the same question. Sort of.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Wait.” He sits up, giving me a curious once over. “You like dicks, too?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Pussy hasn’t really done it for me in a minute, and then fucking Liam blew so hard it was like watching a cannon blast, so… that’s why I wanted to see yours.” My gaze falls to his lap before I can stop it, but I snap back to meet his eyes before it lingers there too long.

“I literally can’t even count the number of times you’ve seen it and it’s never done anything for you. Why would this be any different?”

“Changing in a room full of our teammates doesn’t count.” I roll my eyes. “It isn’t hard then.”

“It’s not hard now.”

My gaze wanders down to his lap—again—confirming that statement is only partially true, but it’s not worth disagreeing over.

“Well, can’t you make it hard?”

Cam squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, like he can’t believe we’re having this conversation, but since it’s not even close to the strangest thing we’ve talked about, I don’t know why he’s being so weird.

“You want to see it so bad you make it hard,” he grunts.

“How?”

“You got one hanging between your legs, do what you’d do to yourself.”

That makes a certain amount of sense… and I guess if I want to know whether I like dicks I may as well touch one instead of just looking at it like a zoo animal.

I reach for his zipper, which is bulging slightly more than it was a minute ago, same as mine is. But before I can pull it down our horny roommates come strolling into the room, talking loudly about what to have for dinner, until they realize my hand is hovering over the growing bulge in Cam’s pants.

“What’s going on here?” Cruz asks, eyes darting back and forth between us.

“Kitcat wants to know if he likes dick.” Cam’s stare finds mine, and for the first time in, maybe ever, I realize I don’t know what he’s thinking.

“So, you’re showing him yours?” A sly smile creeps over Liam’s face, and something about it makes me think he doesn’t credit my curiosity to his getting caught in the act earlier. Weird.

“What would that prove? He sees your dick all the time,” Cruz says.

“I mentioned that.” Cam’s expression is still impossible to read, which is starting to freak me out. Did I cross a line? Maybe I need to walk this back.

“No one’s hard in the locker room,” I remind them as I pull my hand back and sit sideways on the couch, facing them all. “I thought it would make a difference.”

Liam rises to his toes and peeks over the arm of the couch. “Doesn’t look that hard to me.”

“Because I hadn’t touched it yet, obviously.”

“Can we stop talking about my dick now?” Cam asks the room as he picks up his controller. “I’m going to finish my game.”

“And I’m going to rub one out in the shower since all this dick talk is making me hard.” I push up from the couch, jousting a finger at Liam and Cruz. “Fuck you very much.” I storm out with a huff, even more confused than I was five minutes ago.

“Guess we really did blow his mind earlier,” Cruz nudges Liam as they collapse into a fit of laughter that follows me up the stairs.

Cameron

My cock may have deflated somewhat, but my heart is still pounding like there’s a drum inside my chest. How can anyone play a video game under these conditions? I’m in duress, yet not, and I don’t know how to explain it. My hands are shaky. My muscles are weak. Everything tingles like the air is tinged with electricity, sort of like it is before a storm.

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