Page 36 of Insatiable Hunger

“For sure.”

Placing the freshly wrapped joint between his lips, he reaches back into his pocket and pulls out a red lighter. After he’s lit the end of it, he takes a couple of puffs before passing it to me. Blowing out the cloudy white smoke, he sits back in the chair, arms clasped behind his head as he watches me.

Jordan is insanely attractive. His physique is tight and muscular, and he’s got a sweet, innocent face that hides a not-so-innocent interior. He’d be perfect for me if I wasn’t so hung up on a certain Cuban asshole who is all wrong for me and completely off limits. I wish the weight of Jordan’s stare turned me on as much as Zeke’s.

One look from Zeke has my body thrumming with need. It’s never been like that with anybody before, and it’s infuriating. I’ve avoided him like the plague since the night on the stairs when I kissed him. Not only was it terrifying that Hilda almost caught us, but it was also so fucking wrong on so many levels.

That’s my mom’s husband.The man she sleeps next to every night.And I’m out here kissing him like I have any right to. What kind of shitty child does that? She texted me and is apparently coming home tonight, but I was gone before she got home. I can’t even face her; I feel so bad.

I barely had anything to drink that night, too, so it’s not like I could blame it on that. It was pure foolishness and a weak moment. One that can’t fucking happen again. Then, if that wasn’t bad enough, there’s the whole him catching me masturbating using his underwear thing. He fucking watched me… until I came.

I came with my eyes locked on his.

As if a kiss wasn’t bad enough. And if I’m being honest, that orgasm and his eyes on me have been the forefront of my every dream at night. I’ve woken up rock hard and close to coming more times than not this week.

I’m going to hell.

Which reminds me… boundaries. “So, I wanna make sure we’re both on the same page in regard to what we’re doing.”

He eyes me as he takes a hit. “Okay…”

“I’m not looking for anything too serious right now. With me just getting back into town after graduating, I’m mostly just looking for fun. I want to make sure you are too, so we aren’t wanting different things and there’s no confusion.”

This part of dating always makes me nervous. It fucking sucks to have this talk and realize the other person wants more or that they’ve already fallen for you much harder than you have them. I’d be lying if I said my stomach wasn’t in knots as I watch him take in what I’m asking. When we started talking, I really did think I wanted something more. But as time goes on, the more I realize, I’m just not in that place. I can’t give a part of me to someone right now. Fun is all I have to offer.

He blows out the smoke, chuckling as he does, eyes a little squinty. “You’re good, Elias. We’re on the same page. You’re cool, and I enjoy hanging out with you, but I’m not looking for anything serious either.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding. What a fucking relief.

Jordan and I pass the joint back and forth a few more times before he puts it out and we head inside. Dinner is practically done by the time we get in there, so I help him set the table before we sit down and eat. He made chicken parm, and it may be the weed talking, but it was the best damn chicken parm I think I’ve ever eaten in my life. Iinhaledit and went back for seconds.

After dinner, we smoke a little more before making ourselves comfortable on the couch in the living room. He puts on some movie on Netflix that I haven’t seen before, but it’s pretty good. I end up lying on the couch with my head on the armrest and my legs across his lap.

Jordan is rubbing my feet over my socks, and because I’m me and because I’m stoned, it feels way too good. Good enough that my cock starts to perk up in my pants, and with how tight they are, it’s noticeable.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” I groan as he applies pressure to the arch of my foot.

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Very much so.”

His left hand travels up my calf while his right stays where it’s at. He massages the muscles in my leg, never going above the knee, but fuck, I can feel it in my groin.

Keeping his eyes locked on the TV ahead, he keeps up the rubbing, which is effectively driving me wild. My other foot is in his lap, so I can tell he’s turned on too, but you wouldn’t know it just by looking at him. He seems completely unfazed, which only turns me on more.

The tease in me wants to rile him up as much as he’s riled me up. So much so, that I begin rubbing my foot along his crotch, feeling the stiffness of him below me. He groans softly, his hand working higher on my leg. When he applies pressure to the back of my knee, I can’t even hide the moan that comes out, nor can I sit still. It’s like that spot is directly connected to my cock, the way it leaks and twitches in my pants.

Jordan glances over before his gaze drops to my lap. “Need some help with that?” he asks, a cocky smirk on his face.

“As a matter of fact, I would love some help.”

Biting down on his lip, he shifts on the couch until his body is more facing me. His fingers hook into the waistband of my pants, but before he pulls them down, he pauses, peering up at me. “I have an idea…”

My lip twitches. “Let’s hear it.”

He looks away, suddenly seeming almost… bashful? “Okay, but if you’re not down for the idea, it’s totally fine.”

“Spit it out, Jay. Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll be into it.”

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