Page 2 of Happenstance
Great fucking idea.
I stretched my arms over my head, enjoying the breeze cooling my skin. When Logan called me and told me to bring a keg, I’d thought we were going to one of our usual spots. The last place I expected to end up was some broken down stone bridge in the middle of a field. I kind of liked it though. It was a cozy set up. Little couch and firepit, with a bunch of graffiti on the stone walls.
Apparently this was where Riley and her friends hung out. The Causegrove. Stupid fucking name, but honestly, I never even knew this place existed. Might’ve taken a look around, if it wasn’t for a certain someone showing up. Once Lana arrived, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Or those tight jeans she was wearing. An ass never looked so good. Then again, she always looked good. Whether her hair was straight, or wild and curly. I didn’t give a fuck. I’d stare at her covered in mud and grass. She’d look real fucking good rolling around in the mud…
With me on top of her, legs wrapped around my waist as I plowed into her.
I had to stop thinking about her. As desperate as I was to dive between that girl’s legs, it wasn’t worth what my mother would do to her. My dick, however, disagreed.
I bet she’s as sweet as fucking honey.
God damnit.
I stood up and adjusted myself.
“Don’t get any ideas,” the prick on the ground twisted his neck and spat. “Fag.”
My brow arched.Yeah, I liked dick, and I liked pussy. I was a greedy motherfucker and wanted it all. What really got me off was making guys like this realize how much fun a deep dicking could be. Sexual preferences didn’t matter when their prostate was hit the right way. Couldn’t stop that shit.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
I snickered and slid my gaze down to the bulge in his jeans.I’d seen better.“You think I can’t see your hard on?”
His jaw clenched, making me smirk. Stupid fuck. Logan wandered over and dropped his arm on my shoulder.
“You want me to hold him for you?” He took a drink from the red solo cup in his hand and cocked his head down at the guy whose eyes were now wide with worry. “Should be easy. I don’t think he’s got much fight left in him.”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he growled back up at us.
“Oh, but you want me to touch you.” I crouched down and cupped his dick. Sure enough, he was hard. “See?”
Logan’s lips tipped up. “Think his friends know cock turns him on?”
There it was. That glimmer of self hatred. I loved that look. It wasn’t me that was turning the prick on, though. It was the adrenaline rushing through his system. Was I going to tell him that? Fuck no. Let him spend the rest of his pathetic life confused.
“Listen,” he said in a quiet voice, “You don’t… I’m not...”
Aw, poor thing didn’t want his friends to know.
“You’re not what?” Logan taunted, “A fag?”
“No.”
“You like pussy.”
“That’s right.”
“Huh?” Logan turned his gaze my way. “What do you think?”
I squeezed the prick’s dick just enough to make it jump. “I think he’s pretty hard for a pussy lover.”
Now the guy was really getting scared. His arms swung out to push me away. Logan was ready for that. He pounced, grabbing his wrists and holding him down.
“How much time do you need?”
Based on how hard he was, I’d say this guy was ready to blow. “It won’t take much.” Two or three pumps and he’d be done.
“Listen man, I’m fucking sorry, okay?” the prick cried out desperately. “I won’t say shit about you anymore.”
