Page 95 of Gym Bros
“Oh.” Fuck. “Does she like cats?”
“Don’t know,” he says breathlessly.
His dick must get me really high because it’s the only way to explain the words, “I wanted to watch another movie with you.” This isn’t true, of course. Not entirely. I’m spent. But the part of it that is true must be angling for another “date.”
The very, very, stupid part of me.
“Get off my dick, angel, or I’m gonna get hard again.”
Would that be so bad?I want to ask.
Oh my fucking god, who am I?
I lean forward, and he slides out of me. Righting my panties, I get out from between his legs and sit next to them. He doesn’t stay put long. He gets up and disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I put my face in my hands and rub.
I guess there are worse things I could be doing besides fucking Marcus’s son. I could be conning men out of their fortunes or torturing animals.
Would Marcus even care?
Maybe.
But that’s not really the issue is it? Samuelwould.
I have no idea whether he knows his father cheats on his mother, but the fact that he’s done it with me? That we’ve been doing it off and on for years? I should have told him. Ishouldtell him. Except that feels like a betrayal, too. I’ve made it a point to make Marcus’s marriage none of my business. It’s his infidelity—his problem.
But now…
Okay, okay, back up, Calyx. You’re just having fun. You’re allowed to have fun. And get laid. You’re allowed to have fun getting laid.
The good news is Samuel’s twenty-one years old, sowing his wild oats, and there’s no way he’s looking for anything serious. It’s not like he’s trying to get to know me or anything. I mean, not beyond the basics. He’s trying to get into my panties—yes—and stretch out his tailbone or whatever, but it’s not like…morethan that. Not really.
So he gets a little jealous when my friend slaps my ass. So he seems a little bit interested in my life. A lot of people are. I have three hundred thousand Instagram followers. His curiosity is totally understandable. Predictable, even. And I don’t want his friend giving him platonic head for the time being either. It’s just selfish. We’re both being selfish and needy and so what? It just attraction.
I sigh, looking up as he re-emerges from the bathroom in all his enormous, naked glory. I’m momentarily dumbstruck by how casually hot he is. How he keeps getting hotter. How my dick is stirring again at the sight of his large uncut member resting on his heavy sac.
I swallow some excess saliva and try to put together a few words. I want to say something like it’s okay if he needs to run. I’ll see him tomorrow.
What comes out is slightly different. “If I come with you, can we watch another movie?”
Jesus fucking Christ. I really said that. I meant it, too. As in, I’ll be crushed if he says no.
“We can do whatever you want,” he says with the cockiest grin I’ve seen on him yet, and I blush so hard it feels like my face is bursting into flames.
“I just need a minute to get dressed.”
He laughs softly. “Yeah. Same.”
Oh my God, just fucking kill me now.
Captain Marvel is a woman,and while I guess the movie is okay, I’m not as invested as I was in the first one. Don’t get me wrong, I watch the whole thing—draped on top of Samuel in his bed while he plays with my hair and snoozes off and on. Beauty rests at the foot of the bed, occasionally looking at me like how dare I?
I assume that means I’m in her spot, but I’m not going anywhere tonight, so I send her an apology with my eyes while I keep my head on Samuel’s chest and my hand underneath his t-shirt, spread across his abs.
By the time the movie is over, it’s past midnight according to my phone. Samuel is fully asleep. So asleep that he barely stirs when I slide my leg between his and tuck myself into his body. Do I want to have sex again? Yes. I especially want to suck on that foreskin again, see if I can get my tongue inside it while he’s hard. I wonder if anyone’s ever done that to him before? I don’t really want to think about who all has had his cock in their mouth, though. It’s not really like me to spend too much time considering that type of thing.
I refrain from molesting him in his sleep because I’m assuming he’s got to train tomorrow, while I’ve got nothing to do until a five p.m. yoga class.
Rachel, Priya, and Bailey all have real jobs, and while Mal and Ryan work from home, their relationship is new enough that I feel like they probably wouldn’t welcome a third wheel hanging around all day preventing them from…whatever.
