Page 54 of Call the Shots
“You think he cares, he doesn’t,” Bear said. “Xavier doesn’t give a shit about you.”
No, I didn’t believe that. This wouldhurtXavier. Hurt the guy who took away my house, hurt the guy whocheated.Hurt the guy who had no problem siccing his brother on me.
“I bet I can make you cum in five minutes,” Bear added.
I set down my shake. “You want to fuck?”
Surprise flickered across his face. “Yeah.”
I pushed into my roommate’s space, studying him. There was so much tension between us. A tantalizing buzz, vibrating under my skin. It wouldn’t be a chore to fuck Bear.
Excitement took hold. “Want a bet? Whoever makes the other one cum first, wins.”
“Oh, you’re on. I haven’t been able to cum during sex for so fucking long, this is going to be the easiest?—”
“If I win, you tell Xavier, and I get to watch it happen.”
He laughed. “WhenIwin, you redo my shirt design, make it the coolest out of everyone’s—oh, wait—clean my locker, and scrub it down. You have to wash my gear. What else?” He grinned. “Tell everybody you lost a bet and wear my jersey.”
“When youlose,you’ll do our laundry and dishes, and you’ll wash my car once a week. It’s a bet?”
“It’s a bet,” he whispered, eyes on my lips. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, dipping down. I held up my hand, stopping him.
“Go lie down on the rug.”
His eyes flickered open, confused. “What? In the living room?”
“Do you want sex or not?”
“Yeah, but the rug…?”
I headed to my room. “And put a condom on.”
The weirdest thing was that I wasn’t apprehensive about having sex with Bear. While I slipped off my leggings and put on a skirt with no panties, I realized what that pulse-racing experience was. I was excited. Nothing canceled out the begrudging attraction I had for him, and I had the rare opportunity to emotionally kick Bear down a peg.
With a bottle of dark purple lube, I spotted Bear again, and my steps faltered.
He was stretched out on the rug, so tall, he easily matched the couch’s length. Were his hands always that huge? I watched his long fingers as he ripped open the condom wrapper and shrugged down his sweats.
Oh my god.
He had the nickname Big Dick Bear for a reason. It really was that big.
“My eyes are up here.” He smirked.
“Just making sure you put on the condom,” I muttered. That smirk of his wouldn’t last.
Down on my knees, I swung my leg over and straddled him. His thighs were warm against mine, creating instant sparks. Bear touched the nape of my neck and I had to hold back the shiver. Slowly, he pulled me closer.
Making out with Bear couldn’t happen.
I swatted him away. “Take your hands off me.”
“What?”
“No lovey-dovey stuff. No kissing. No pet names.”
“But…I like kissing?”
