Page 22 of Jacked
AJ’s hand brushes against my hip as he cranes to look over my shoulder. The casual touch makes my insides feel all jumpy and electric. Fuck, have I always reacted like this when other dudes touched me and I just never noticed? Maybe I’m just a slut for physical contact. I still haven’t totally ruled out the possibility that getting laid would clear this whole thing up.
His touch is gone as quickly as it came and I actually fucking miss it.
“It looks good. Go ahead and take it off the heat.”
There’s an easy confidence in his answer that makes me feel… I don’t know, awedmaybe? Jealous? Impressed? AJ seems to have that air about him like he justknowsshit and is so damn sure of himself. I feel like I’m pretty good at faking it, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt confident about my skillsor knowledge or much of anything. I was just a big, dumb jock growing up and somehow I became a big, dumb jock in a management position. I still don’t know if it’s even what I want.
“Alright, bring that over here,” AJ says.
He shows me how to make the wraps, which is actually pretty easy. It would be even easier if I weren’t so damn aware of every time our arms brush against each other and the smell of the natural musk coming from him. He smells even more delicious than the shrimp.
I bite back a laugh at that ridiculous thought.
“You ever use dating apps?” I blurt.
“Yeah, of course. Total pain in the ass, but kind of a necessary evil in today’s dating world.” He chuckles, then hesitates for a second, giving me a sideways glance like he’s not sure if he should say whatever’s on his mind. I can practically see the “fuck it” flash across his grin before he keeps talking. “Best blowjob I ever got was from this chick I met through an app.”
“Really?” I arch an eyebrow and grin right back, bumping my hand against his as I reach for the last of the lettuce to finish my final wrap. “Don’t leave me hanging. What made it so good?”
“She wassointo it. You know when you can tell that sucking you off is just something they think they’re supposed to do but it’s actually a total chore?”
I nod, thinking back to plenty of blowjobs exactly like that.
“Totally. I hate that shit.”
“Exactly,” AJ says as we both pick up our plates and carry them into the living room. We plop down on the couch, ESPN still playing on the TV, and dig in. “Anyway, she was the complete opposite. She acted like she was starving for my cock. She was moaning the whole time and touching herself, absolutely fucking slobbering all over me.” His voice gets lower and raspier as he describes it.
We’re sitting close enough that our knees bump and our thighs are just barely touching, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach down to adjust his cock. His story has mine starting to chub too. Instead of imagining a chick like that betweenmylegs, givingmea sloppy blowie though, I end up picturing what AJ must have looked like. Is he rough when he gets sucked? Does he like to knot his fingers in their hair and fuck their throats? Or is he more passive, spreading his thick thighs wide and just relaxing into the pleasure?
Ah, fuck, now I’m sporting a full hard-on. I shift and try to discreetly adjust myself.
“Also…” He stops and I look over. He’s staring straight ahead, but not actually looking at the TV, and there’s a little bit of pink creeping into his cheeks. “I… uh… have really sensitive nipples and she played with them while she blew me.”
My gaze drops to where his tank top is sitting slightly askew across his massive pecs, one rogue nipple on display like it always is. That’s his party tit, always ready for a night out on the town. I’m going to miss it once winter rolls around and he trades his slutty gym tanks in for something warmer.
Like he can feel my stare, his nipple hardens, pebbling instantly into a nub that looks like it’s dying to be flicked and bitten. My cock throbs and I force my attention back to my plate.
“What about you?” he asks. “Best blowjob you ever got?”
I scarf down my shrimp wraps while I think about the question. When I’m done, I set my empty plate on the coffee table then lean back and lick the sauce off of my fingers. AJ makes a sound like he’s clearing his throat and shifts around next to me, his thigh pressing harder against mine. I look over and he’s staring at his nearly empty plate like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
“Oh, okay, I know,” I finally say. “It was this girl I met at a party in college.” AJ finishes up his food and sets his plate downtoo. He slings his arm across the back of the couch and finally stops pretending to watch the TV. He looks over at me with heat and curiosity in his eyes. Just two dudes trading sex stories, nothing more hetero than this. “We danced and drank a bit, and she kept whispering the filthiest stuff in my ear. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I dragged her into the laundry room of the frat house and locked the door, and she was on her knees without me even having to ask her for it. She deepthroated me like it was her fucking job and then she…”
I cut myself off, not sure I should tell him the last bit. Is he the kind of dude who will think it’s kinda gay?
AJ bumps his knee against mine, intentionally this time, and raises both eyebrows at me.
“Come on, man. I told you the nipple thing.” He laughs, but something soft flashes through his eyes, like maybe he’s hoping I’ll give him something a little embarrassing to level the playing field again.
“Shestuckherfingerupmybutt,” I mumble in a rush, the words all running together.
He screws his face up with confusion for a second and then he wheezes out a laugh.
“Seriously? She fingered your ass?” AJ angles himself towards me just a little more and lowers his voice like he’s afraid someone is going to overhear us. “What did it feel like?”
I clench my ass cheeks at the memory. My cock throbs again and I flex my toes against the wood floor.
“Um… weird.” I laugh. “But also… uh… really good. I always wondered if I only liked it because I was drunk. I never had the courage to test out that theory and, you know,go theresober.”
