Page 58 of Something So Strong

It’s toxic how much I get off on it. How easily I’d crumble to him if he just said the word.

I’m his needy whore, and it’s my little secret.

Hah… If Mum could see me, she’d have a conniption.

Her son—so willingly powerless. Destroying the image she worked so hard to create.

God, that turns me on more than it should…

“Kendrick, get your hand off your cock and take them out!”

“Meh,” I mumble into my headset—allowing my player to remain idle while fetching my last beer from the bedside table. “You take this one,” I offer, swigging down the can in one go.

“You better have a ten out of ten between your legs.”

I throw the empty can at the bin but miss. “When was the last time you saw your mum?”

“Fuck off. My dad’d kill you.”

“He likes to watch.” Rubbing salt into the wound, I exit the game before PussyMagnet69 has a chance to reply, and spring to the bathroom because I’ve needed to piss for the past half hour. I don’t care what anyone says, there’s no better relief in the world than being able to pee after holding it in. It’s fucking ecstasy.

Hands washed, I look at myself in the mirror wearing only my underwear—cause it’s the most comfortable attire to game in. You look good; I tell myself with a nod and run the tips of my fingers over my abs. They’re not overly pronounced, more skinny-boy than anything else. But I’ve got good thighs, a decent set of shoulders, and, fuck it, I’ve got nice hands, too. Plus, I’m strong. Uncharacteristically, so. Romi and Saxon have six inches on me in height, but I’ve always had them beat when it comes to strength. And not because I put in the effort. The pair of them are always in the gym, where I tend to get my exercise virtually. But for some unknown reason, it’s my right hook that ends most of the fights Saxon gets us into.

Moonwalking out of the bathroom, I shoot myself finger guns in the mirror because I’m amazing. Afternoon tipsiness aside.

Back in my room, I hear Kai’s door close and engage sleuth mode, because the six beers made me do it.

Eye to the spyhole, I see him—sexy as ever—and sigh. But then, fuck. Did he hear me? Because he stalled after taking only two steps and is turning towards me. Or my door, more specifically. Convinced he can see me even though there’s no way he can, I hold my breath, but can’t pull away. Even through the distorted fisheye, I can see how tortured he is as he runs his hand through his perfectly imperfect, faded blue locks.

Hmpf. Serves him right, I think to myself, all bratty and indignant. But then I almost lose my balance when he braces his weight on either side of my door frame and… sighs. I know I heard it. So before I can think it through, my liquid courage is taking over and I’m twisting the door handle.

“You know, it’s rude to loiter around outside people’s bedrooms,” I say smugly, tossing the door open and mirroring his position. My hands only just below his.

Kai springs back, the look of surprise on his face vanishing instantly as he drinks me in.

Gratified, I smirk, and cross my arms over my chest. Knowing full well, it makes my biceps look bigger. “Like what you see? It’s okay to touch.”

Forcing his hands into his pockets, Kai remains silent and strong. But his mouth betrays him and his tongue pokes through his lips and runs from side to side until his eyes are on my cock.

Deliberately, I adjust myself and smolder. “He’s getting excited. You’d have to expect that, though. With how you’re staring.”

“I… I’m…” Kai stutters, and I revel at seeing him flustered for a change.

Stepping back, I push my door open and lean against it, leaving enough room for him to enter. “All you have to do is come inside. I can tell you want to.”

“I can’t.” His hands are back on the door frame, almost like he’s physically stopping his body from giving in to me.

“Why not?” I step back to him, half expecting him to move away. And not doing it is his downfall. “It’s only the afternoon. No need for any awkward sleepover discussions,” I say coyly.

“That’s not fair, Jess.”

“Why?” I inch closer.

“It’s not fair to tease me like this.”

“And it was fair for you to lead me on, then hit the brakes with no explanation?”

Kai’s head tilts forward in what I know is shame, though it only brings his face closer to mine. “It’s not as straightforward as that… You… Fuck.” His breath hits my chest. “Jesse, you do things to me. And it’s too hard to explain.”

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