Page 22 of Puck My Stepbrother
I heard everything he said, but I didn’t answer because I’d drifted off again. I’d returned to the shower with Levi. His cock had seemed impossibly large, at least to me. I’d never seen a dickhead so huge, that’s for sure. When I’d gripped it, my fingers had failed to curl around its entire girth. His balls hung low, and I regretted not cupping them in my hand while I’d had the chance.
I’d wanted to taste his dick, too. Had that little tryst continued, I would’ve crouched down, grabbed that massive member, and brought it to my lips so I could bask in the sweet taste.
“Quinn?” Jeff asked.
I snapped to attention. Slipping in and out of a fog had grown all too commonplace for me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “could you repeat that?”
“I was just saying dinner out somewhere would be nice.”
“Yeah, yeah, right. I’d really like that. Where were you thinking?”
“You know, it’s almost impossible to get a bad meal in the city of Buffalo, but I was thinking of someplace warm and intimate.”
“I’m hearing ya.”
“How about Trattoria Aroma? It’s on Bryant Street, just off of Richmond?”
“So it’s not far from here, huh?”
“That’s right. It’s Italian food like you’ve never had before, and it’s a little more upscale.”
“What about The Italian Village on Grant Street?”
Jeff only smiled, as if to say any place sounded good as long as I was there. I felt the same about him. Wherever we went, we’d have a good time together. It couldn’t have sounded more perfect.
“I’m so totally there,” I said.
“You mean that?”
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
Because you can hardly pay attention when he’s speaking to you, my inner voice nagged.Sure, Jeff’s a great-looking guy, but he’s nowhere near Levi Dunn’s league. He’s not a mountain of muscle either. And do you think Jeff has a gigantic cock like Levi? Forget about it.
Guilt seeped back in. By letting Levi pull the stunt he had last night, I’d cheated on Jeff. Okay, technically what I’d done didn’t constitute infidelity. Jeff and I were dating casually, not exclusively. In fact, the topic had yet to even come up.
“No reason,” Jeff said. “It’ll be great.”
“Awesome. You want to decide on a date and time, then?”
“How about this Friday night?”
“I can do that. Hey, do they have a dress code?”
“I don’t think so, but feel free to dress up if you want to.”
I smiled. Questions about whether I could even afford to eat at a place like Trattoria Aroma crossed my mind, but I didn’t care. My relationship with Jeff was finally moving to the next step, which meant the stage I wanted to reach was getting closer.
Think about it—a date like this would bring us one step closer to becoming an official couple…and it would allow me to give myself to Jeff. That would provide the ammunition to tell Levi to buzz off.
For what that was worth.
Even if we didn’t become an exclusive couple, it would bring us a step closer to sex. But how would we make that work? We couldn’t fuck at my place. Levi would be home, squashing any chance of privacy. Jeff would have to host me, but I wouldn’t get ahead of myself. Besides, I’d need to banish the memory of Levi’s powerful hands on my shoulders before I could sleep with Jeff.
“Quinn?” Jeff asked. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t think so. I think I’m gonna hurl, actually.”
