Page 26 of Bad Boy
“You mind?” His hand is full of my cum as his other thumb hooks the waistband of his underwear. There’s a sparkle in his eyes, and the eyebrow with the piercing rises with his question.
I shake my headnofrantically. I’m so ready to see him.
He yanks his boxers down, steps out of them, and stands proudly, slinging them into the corner of the shower with his foot. My eyes immediately dart down to the impressive cock at full attention between his legs.
Well, that just exceeds the balance of decency.
He’s bigger than me—in both length and girth.
By a lot.
I tear my eyes away from the first cock I’ve ever seen and brave his gaze instead. He must see the panic racing through them because he lets out a raspy laugh.
“Don’t let your mind go there today, Preppy. We’ll figure things out when we need to.” And then he winks before reaching down with his hand full of my cum, stroking himself right in front of me, the shower still running idly behind us.
With hooded eyes, he stands there jerking himself slowly, leisurely. As if there’s no rush in the world. No threat of parents or housekeepers walking in.
His stare is hungry with pure desire aimed at me. It’s a heady feeling and has my own dick perking up again. Remi doesn’t miss it.
“Touch yourself. I wanna see how you make yourself come. I need a visual of what you do in this shower by yourself. Show me, Preppy.”
I grab the body wash, squirt a small amount into my hand, and start to jack off with Remi doing the same two steps in front of me. I widen my stance, squeezing and tugging on my balls just the way I like it.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna come. . .” he says, teeth clenched tightly, jaw popping. And then cum is shooting from his angry red tip, and the new, filthy sight triggers my release. My dick pulses as I come for the second time in five minutes, wringing me dry.
I close my eyes and slouch against the cool tile, trying to catch my breath as I start to crash from too many endorphins running through my body in one afternoon.
“You can tell me how amazing that was while I tuck you into bed,” Remi says, and I can hear the teasing in his voice. “You’re exhausted, Preppy.”
I smile because I think I might just enjoy being tucked in by Remi.
CHAPTERELEVEN
LINC
“Who the hell are you?!”
I wake groggy and disoriented, sitting up and groaning at the stiffness in my limbs. I barely remember Remi guiding me back to bed, where I lay down in my birthday suit while he applied antiseptic cream to the small cuts on my torso and chin.
Is it possible to be so uptight around everyone else in your life yet completely open and free with one specific person? And with someone you just met, no less. I don’t have time to ponder the vastly changing tide of my life because more angry voices filter through my open door.
“Robert! Call the police!” My mother’s threat snaps me into motion, and I whip the covers back. My face heats at the fact that I’m still completely naked. I grab my spare glasses, throw on some gray joggers and a dirty T-shirt from my hamper, and run downstairs to intercept this trainwreck.
“Listen, ma’am—”
“Excuse me, young man! I will have you arrested!”
Oh God, Remi.
I panic at what is happening as I hop down the last two steps and grab hold of the banister, swinging around and propelling myself toward the foyer.
“Dad! Stop!” Both of my parents stand just inside the front door, my father’s thumbs poised to dial nine-one-one.
I scurry past them and down the hall to stand next to Remi, who has a water bottle in one hand and a plate in the other.
“This is my new friend. Everything is fine.”
My dad eyes Remi up and down, likely judging the messy hair, tattoos, and borrowed sweats. If he was still in his school uniform, this would have gone a little smoother, but probably not much.
