Page 22 of The Virgin
He milked his cock with sure strokes, faster and faster, arching up into the pleasure. Cum mixed with lube, making a mess of his briefs, but Jonah didn’t care. He’d never come so hard by himself in all his life. Even after his body had given up all it was going to, Jonah couldn’t stop stroking until his dick twitched in a not-sexy way and he gasped from how sensitive it was.
Rolling out of bed, he ditched the dirty briefs and tossed them in the hamper. He washed his hands before taking Spencer’s shirt off and quickly showering. Once he was out and dried off, his hand hovered over the shirt and he only hesitated for a moment before sliding back into it and crawling into bed.
Though Jonah usually slept naked, there was something about being wrapped up in Spencer’s shirt that made him sleep like the dead and he didn’t hear his alarm go off right away. He cracked his eyes open and saw the time, flying out of bed when he realized he was half an hour behind.How many times had he hit the snooze button?
Having the shower the night before helped cut some time off his morning routine and he was out the door, dressed and ready to go, in less than ten minutes. He tossed his messenger bag on the passenger seat and headed to the diner. It was out of his way, and usually he had more time in the morning.
The diner was busy when he arrived, but he’d called from the car on the way over and his dad greeted him with a brown paper bag. “I’ll get your coffees, kiddo.”
Jonah rolled his eyes whenever his dad called him that, but secretly he still liked it so he never said that he was too old to be called kiddo or that it was embarrassing.
“Jonah?”
He turned and came face to face with Grant Hastings, the uncle of the student he’d tutored. The one his brothers teased him about having a crush on him.
“Grant. It’s good to see you. How’s Tyler doing?”
Grant’s face lit up and it was easy to see that he adored his nephew. “He’s doing great, thanks to you. You really helped him.”
“Eh, he did all the heavy lifting. All I did was show him a few tricks. I’m glad he’s doing well, though. Tell him I said hello.”
Jonah’s dad came back with two coffees shoved into a drink tray.
“Thanks, Dad. I’m running late. Can you put it on my tab?”
“As if you have a tab. Get out of here. Go teach something.”
“See you Sunday, Dad.” Jonah grabbed his breakfast and the drink tray and turned back to Grant. “It was nice to see you, but I have to get going. Remember to tell Tyler I said hi.”
“I was thinking that if you came over for dinner one night, you could say hello to him yourself.”
Jonah wanted to climb into a hole and die. He turned around so fast he nearly lost hold of breakfast. “I’m not…” Once Jonah was sure he wasn’t going to drop anything, he took a breath and continued.
“You’re not single,” Grant said for him.
Jonah tilted his head. “I’m not sure?”
Grant raked his hand through his hair. “Well, when you are sure, you still have my number, right?”
Jonah nodded, somewhat stupefied as he watched Grant turn and leave. Jonah waited until Grant’s car left the parking lot before he ventured out of the diner. He was probably going to be late now, but that couldn’t be helped.
For all intents and purposes, Jonahwassingle. But he also wasn’t, because he had an arrangement with Spencer. One he couldn’t even begin to think about at that moment because he was about to step out of his car and be surrounded by a bunch of half-awake teenagers. But also because whenever he thought about it ending, his chest got uncomfortably tight.
He didn’t want to think about what that meant.
CHAPTER 12
SPENCER
Nothing between them had changed,yet everything was different. At least for Spencer. They kept to their routine, but Spencer now found that Jonah was on his mind more often than not. It wasn’t like Spencer had never thought of his friend before, but this was different. More.
Jonah’s presence in Spencer’s mind was often X-rated. The image of how he’d looked—face flushed with arousal, eyes sparking, biting that sexy lower lip of his—was seared into Spencer’s brain. It was a damn good thing he was a grown man who had self-control. As it was, he was like a walking hormone when Jonah was around. It was easy to quell at school, surrounded by the scent of teenagers in various stages of personal hygiene and fragrance combinations. But on the weekends, when their extracurricular activities would take place, it was a different story.
It was Spencer’s weekend to host. Usually, he ordered pizza and that’s what he’d done again to keep up appearances. Jonah and Damon were due to arrive any minute, and Spencer was about ready to climb out of his skin with nerves. He blew out a breath and took another one, a deeper one. He filled his lungs full of oxygen and wished it was that easy to fill his head with sense.
In some ways it would be easier if Damon was aware of what they were up to, but Jonah didn’t want anyone to know about his lack of sexual experience and how else could they explain it to him? That they were fucking, but not a couple? Spencer frowned at the way he hated how those words sounded. Even in his own mind, they sounded crass and wrong. Like they were incorrect, but that didn’t make sense because it was the truth.
They weren’t a couple. They were a couple of friends who happened to have insane sexual chemistry. So what if Spencer cared about Jonah? He’d always cared about him—that wasn’t new. Spencer let the lie go unchallenged since the man of the moment was climbing out of his car and walking up Spencer’s driveway.
