Page 24 of In Plain Sight

“Luka’s dick.” Erick snickered.

“Too bad he’s barking up the wrong tree.” Dean laughed. “Is there something straighter than an arrow? Because that’s what Luka is.”

I pulled in a slow breath and counted to three. It did nothing to calm me down.

“I’ve got to head out,” I said, ignoring their comments.

“What? But you just got here,” Dean exclaimed.

I didn’t point out that I’d been here for over two hours. Drunk Dean wasn’t good with time. “Have a good night. I’ll see you guys later.”

I hurried away from the table and right out of Glenn’s.

I stared at my phone like it held the answers to the secret of life.

I’d gotten home thirty minutes ago, and I’d spent about twenty of those minutes sitting on my couch and trying to decide if I should go on Kinksters again.

I was exhausted, frustrated, and horny as hell, but I was also nervous.

I obviously wasn’t an expert or anything, but what were the odds that the next guy I talked to would be anything like Nice?

Had our session been typical for him? Was that easy flow of conversation and the seamless way he’d read my cues and completely blown my mind normal? My gut was saying no, but that could be wishful thinking.

What I did know was that I was the only one obsessing over any of this. Nice had probably forgotten all about me when he was washing the cum off his chest or stomach or wherever it landed.

I’d bet money that he hadn’t thought twice about me or our conversation. I was just one of god knew how many people he’d spoken to on there. Just because our session had completely rocked my world and made me realize just how lacking my sex life was didn’t mean it had been anything special to him.

This was probably just some weird reaction to him being the first person I’d done any sort of kink with. I’d imprinted on him, that was it.

I should just go online, find another guy to do a JOI with, and hopefully a new experience would erase the old one.

Resolutely, I grabbed my phone off my coffee table and unlocked it. The icon for the Kinksters app was deceptively boring, just a plain gray box with a whiteKin it, so I hadn’t bothered putting it in the hidden folder on my phone.

I tapped the icon and went to my profile to set my search parameters but paused, my attention on the message icon.

On a whim, I opened my inbox. I had a few message requests but zeroed in on the thread with Nice.

The little green dot under his profile pic was lit up.

He was online.

My stomach did a weird flip-flop, and a burst of what felt like adrenaline detonated in my chest. It wasn’t nerves exactly, more like that feeling when you get startled.

I stared at that tiny green dot. He’d said he didn’t come on here often, but we’d chatted just over a week ago. Had he lied to me? Or was he just in the mood to chat with someone again?

My finger hovered over our message thread, indecision warring inside me. Should I message him? He hadn’t said he wanted to chat again, but that could be because I’d put no repeats in my bio.

I wasn’t against talking to the same person more than once, but I’d figured it would be safer, and easier to contain my secret, if I kept things as impersonal as possible on here.

“Fuck it,” I muttered to the empty room and tapped the message button.

Sinbin: hey

An ugly thought invaded my brain as I hit send. What if he was talking to someone right now? What if he was online because he was in the middle of a JOI with another guy? Or girl. He’d left his sexuality blank, so I had no idea how he identified.

MrNiceGuy: hey yourself

My mind quieted as his message came through.

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